"Please," cried the baroness, "take me with you." Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Even at this time, the Baroness could still be called a stunner, especially as her face was full of real horror and sorrow, and when she stretched out her arms, the cloak rose up and slipped down, so that the person who was called upon could easily see her soft breasts—the robe, whether intentionally or unintentionally, was torn from her shoulders, and the broken silk hung like a withered flower under her ribs.

The Earl, who was asked for help by her, hesitated for a moment, and hired a small group of mercenaries with all the ornaments and gold coins on his body, to be honest, not even hire, but allowed to leave the royal capital with them, he also had his own knights, but most of them left him and went to the walls of the Norman capital - the Count thought they were really stupid, everyone knew that the Norman kings had little chance of surviving. Of course, in the old king and in the previous period, the Norman king could be said to be the second Thunder Castle, and the loyal and brave knights were almost as many as the stone bricks on the walls, but since John became the Norman king, the king's support for the army has suddenly weakened, and this cannot be blamed on John, when he was still a royal brother, because he was weak and weak-willed, he never won the respect of anyone who could fight well, even his own knights, the virtuous were silent, and the low-moral ones used John's incompetence as a joke and prostitute in taverns and brothels。

Not to mention, King John, in order to win Greday's favor, had an heir as quickly as possible, and promoted a large number of villains who could bring him money and slaves, who had previously been either merchants or thieves, and noble men who were either unwilling to mingle with them and left in anger, or who had set traps and put them to death or exile, as for the city of all laws, which Dylan Hyde had envisioned...... He should have thought that the mages and warlocks recruited by the gold coins and spell-casting materials could not have any loyalty to the Normans of the Highlands, and now the only casters who could stand on the city walls were white-robed priests and mages of Norman blood, and the orcs not only had priests, but also dotted with crimson that did not belong to them in the gray and yellowish brown.

The Count asked himself if he could be considered the most timid and shameless man, but with the help of a magic device called the "Speculum", he saw that it was not orcs or humans who first conquered the walls, but a group of monsters. They are only the size of humans, dense as ant colonies, blue and black skin like wild boars, the black iron spears equipped by the soldiers cannot pierce at all, only the knights' steel broadswords can cut them, but what is the use, a knight almost has to face more than ten monsters at the same time, and the teeth of these monsters can not only bite through the steel, but also carry the poison, when the earl's eyes saw through the speculum that the knight's face was instantly covered with a layer of death gray, he did not dare to look at it again.

"Please!" The Baroness shouted again, her fingers grasping the edge of the carriage window, on which was a ring of stone, and the Count remembered that, after a drenched joy, he had also given a ring of stone to this beautiful and charming woman, and he could not bear it, and he was in contact, but he looked at the horses he was pulling (not the best), and the people in the carriage (silent and disgusted, his wife and son), and the mercenaries who were pararing outside the carriage, and if he took the Baroness, he would not only arouse the jealousy of his wife but also the dissatisfaction of his son, if these two were nothing, and the deadliest- The mercenaries would demand more money from him, and the carriage would undoubtedly be slowed down by destruction, and the Count turned his head in pain.

But the Baroness was worthy of being a Baroness, and before the Count could say anything to refuse, she cried out: "I know where Fouquet's money is hidden?"

The Count turned his head a hundred times faster than he could turn away: "What did you say?"

"You don't think that Lord Fouquet will only keep his money in his mansion," said the Baroness quickly, and the count's carriage was already moving, and she stumbled miserably as she clung to the silk rope tied to the doorknob, "I know he has two, probably three unknown places, yes, I am sure at least one of them is the money cave." ”

The Count looked at her with suspicion, but before the Baroness finally fell from the exhaustion of her strength, he shouted, "Wait!"

The Baroness was pulled into the carriage, her beautiful face streaked with tears, "I hope you're not lying," he said, "I may not be able to do anything about it, for the sake of our previous relationship," he said, "and if they get nothing, you know, the best outcome is that you will be a slave to a hundred goblins - you know they like to smear their bodies with dung." ”

"But if so," said the count's wife, "we will not get any of the same." ”

The Earl glanced at them, in this family, he may weigh and consider his wife and son in some small matters, but in major matters, short-sighted women cannot be respected by men, he is a father, a husband, an authority and a master, if they can really find Fouquet's money hole, then these mercenaries will not look at the meager money and goods in his territory, maybe they will be impatient to leave after getting the money, so that the three of them can be considered truly safe.

"I'm sure. "At least one, piled up with gold coins," said the baroness, wearily. She wisely sat with the Count's wife and children, instead of sharing his seat with the Count, which was crowded, and the hateful boy was given the opportunity to kick her leg constantly, but it was warm and safe.

They left behind those who were still fighting, and for a day and a night, they did not rest, nor could they eat, and the horses did not have water or food, but they ran forward desperately, and the carriages and people that had been crowded on the same road with them gradually became sparse, and finally only one of them and about a dozen mercenaries were staggering forward.

"Stop and rest for a while," said the leader of the mercenaries, "the horse is going to die." "All the people, especially the earl, even if he goes to the royal capital, he has to rest every three hours, but the leader of the mercenaries does not speak, and he does not dare to say anything, and when the carriage opens, the mercenaries on one side shrug their noses and walk away in disgust, and a foul smell mixed with sweat, secretions, and feces and urine overflows from the carriage.

"Take your cloak and throw it away. "The Countess said that in a day and a night it was impossible for them to get out of the car, but the basic needs of mankind could not be contained, hunger and thirst could be endured, but the inability to excrete was almost a form of torture, and the Countess's wife maliciously asked the Baroness to take off her cloak and hold the dung and urine, and what could the Baroness do, even the Count could not favor him in this small matter.

"Water," cried the earl's son, in a hoarse voice, "I want water!"

Not far away, the mercenaries got water from the stream, but the water was not free, a small handful of gold coins, the boy was not deceived, the Count had already taken out all the gold coins and valuable things, but the baroness still had a ring, so she took it out very wisely, they didn't even bring the utensils to hold the water, so they had to suck the cold water from the shared skin one by one and did not know whether it was clean or not, and one of the mercenaries pinched the skin to make sure they didn't drink too much. He winked at the Baroness as the Count's son stepped forward to grab the pouch, and the Baroness, who was forced to line up after the Count, the Countess, the Count's son, was at once less anxious, she pulled up her robe, and as if only to be able to move more easily, she tied a knot underneath, exposing her legs, and it was evident that she was at the end, but she was sure to drink the most water.

When she had done all this, the Baroness looked up, and for a moment she thought she was hallucinating, but the instinct that had kept her alive until now had worked at once—she grabbed the earl's son by the hair, and with a sharp stroke, she pushed him in front of her, and the monster that had just bitten off the mercenary's head had already pounced.

The water bladder fell to the ground, and the mercenary's broken neck spurted a hot and viscous fountain of blood.

The monster bit the child's neck, its teeth piercing the baroness's hand, her heart pounding violently, almost rushing out of her chest, but her mind was spinning calmly and carefully, and before she could understand what she had done, she retreated a few dozen paces from the monster, and she heard the panicked screams of the mercenaries, and some jumbled voices that she could not understand, and saw the Count- The Count's wife was bitten by a monster on the leg, and she used all her strength to grab the Count's boots, and the Count screamed frantically, fell to the ground, and desperately kicked the woman in the face with the foot that was not caught, and he finally broke free, because the monster grabbed his wife's liver, and her intestines slipped and fell into the sand, perhaps it was this terrible sight that made the Count lose the ability to think, and at this time, he was so stupid as to run to the leader of the mercenaries, maybe he thought that the man would protect him。

The leader of the mercenaries grabbed him, and cut off the earl's head with a single sword, and then the hands and feet that were still twitching, the mercenaries beside him threw these scattered limbs at the monsters, and the monsters hesitated, after all, these fresh meat still carried temperature and blood, and they would not resist and flee, and it was enough for a short moment for the mercenaries to jump on their horses and flee without hesitation.

The Baroness did not try to seek their mercy, would she put her beauty before her own life for such a fellow who could abandon or even take advantage of her own country and her hired people at will? Of course not, she could only run on her own feet, her lungs as if they had been burned in flames, and the only breath that came out was the dry heat of ashes, she didn't know if her limbs were moving according to her mind's orders or just out of inertia or something, she only knew that she was running, until a heavy body swooped down from behind and pinned her to the ground.

The Baroness closed her eyes, and she felt the monster's claws pierce her back, the perfect back that the bards called "the arc of the moon", and she thought it would be many years before she lost it, but when it really happened, it was only for a moment.

She waited for the bite and the pain, but it was very strange, no, she thought she had finally met someone willing to rescue her from the monsters, but she heard no one talking or swords or arrows except for the creeping of the monsters, and the baroness did not dare to move, but then her back suddenly became hot, and something half-melted was poured on her body wet and greasy, and then it was heavy, and she could barely breathe, and the thing was eroding her skin- She struggled to crawl out of something she didn't know what it was, the pain made her almost faint several times, but a woman who had climbed from lowly prostitute to the high ranks of the darkness was not so delicate - she had been punished, tortured or abused, she hadn't died then, and she didn't now. She shoved a handful of blades of grass into her mouth, the bitter juice characteristic of the blades of grass irritated her nerves and made her sober.

The Baroness did not know how long she had climbed the short journey, but when she could finally see it, she saw a monster with a cracked belly, like a toad with its entrails hollowed out, lying there, with very few entrails, almost negligible, and a pile of severed human or animal flesh under it, a small hand sticking out of it, barely digested, bent with resentment, like a hook.

"I'm sorry. The Baroness said.

The same goes for the other monsters, when they just jumped out, you can see that the bulging bellies are now all bursting, the baroness saw the familiar pieces of silk, she didn't care about this, she found the water bladder, more than one, the mercenaries who were able to escape took nothing with them except themselves and the horses, the baroness rinsed her body with the water in the water bladder, the sharp sting became slightly slighter, she also found a short sword that was still held tightly by a severed hand, with this short sword she found the potion in the rotten flesh, see, she was still lucky, the teeth of these monsters never seemed to be used to chew。

There was only one sip of the potion, but it was indeed used for healing, and the baroness could be said to have drunk it cleanly, but before she could move freely, an orc appeared behind her silently.

"Geba. The baroness said, then dropped the dagger in her hand, which reflected the image behind her, raised her hands high, turned slowly, and repeated: "Geba, Geba, Geba......"

"Geba?" the orc asked, looking at the human woman, "Geba" means gold in orc language. But she has no clothes, like a slave in a livestock pen, she does not have a "geba".

"Geba, a Lisan (many)," said the Baroness, "a Lissan, Kana (underground), Moda (I) Sess (know)." ”

"Geba......" The orc's tone became a little softer.

The Baroness knew she had won again.

Jiuyu said

The adults who miss Newt, because some adults have doubts, so they are being revised, and it will continue tomorrow!--because there is a relationship between the two changes today......