The only possible hope is already approaching the position of ten miles of Drunken Flower City.

They were the elven tribe closest to Drunken Flower City, and after receiving the news from Aida, they traveled day and night, without stopping, and finally arrived outside the most prosperous city of Thorasia three days later.

The horizontal knife was immediately on top of a high hill, and Lancelot glanced back at the black-pressed headless horseman, his heart surging and reminiscing. He hadn't marched and fought for many, many years, and he had long forgotten the feeling of scolding Fang Xuan and drinking horses, and even felt that the joints in his body had aged to the point that he could no longer use them. But what's the smell coming from your nose? Smell so familiar, so sweet, and so exciting?

It's fighting. A born warrior who will never die in the hospital, he will definitely die on the battlefield. This is true for many people, and so is Lancelot.

The fire in front of him was dotted, and it gradually approached this way. Lancelot didn't know whether he was friend or foe, and the spear in his hand slashed back, and the headless horseman, who was as numerous as a cow's hair, quietly retreated, slowly sinking into the dense forest. Before dawn, these blackened armored riders were hidden in the darkness where they could not see their fingers, and they could not be detected without being face to face.

What's even more terrifying is that they don't have heads and don't need to breathe. Therefore, even people and horses stand there, and they don't even make a sound. Whether it's a snort or a heartbeat.

"Where did you go?"

"I see that it is running from this direction!"

"Brothers, keep up! This kid can't run far, hurry up and let's go back to drinking! ”

"Wow! Ooh! ”

One hundred and ten soldiers armed with lanterns and swords, carpet-like horizontal rows, shouted and swept the intersection of the woods outside the city.

The sound of "dang" was crisp, and a soldier's spear seemed to poke something.

He leaned over the spear step by step, and what did he reach? Is it a stone?

Pitch black, pitch black, gradually there is a silhouette in the pitch black. It looks like a human figure on a horse, but I don't know what's so weird. As for why, he couldn't say.

I can't wait to stick it on this person's face, so that the soldiers can see it clearly. Scared him sat on the ground, Nima was a sculpture. Who the hell is so bored to put a warrior sculpture in the forest. What about playing? What's the trouble?

The soldier patted his chest and gasped for air. I'm scared to death, haha! He stood up and looked at it again. That's right, it's a sculpture and it may have accidentally turned around during transportation, which is a pity.

"Damn, I'm scared to death... The soldier smiled and patted the sculpture on the horse's head, and turned back to smirk with his companion. Suddenly, he saw a terrifying scene in his companion's pupils illuminated by the torches, and a long knife slowly raised from behind him in the dark pupils of his distorted facial features and face.

With a "swish", there was no superfluous accompaniment, and a head flew into the sky. Sculpture, moved. Moreover, a move is a killing move, and it does not give these soldiers the slightest chance.

A group of people who were giggling a few seconds ago turned into shouts of killing in an instant. Running, blocking, pulling, pushing, pointless. Beneath the headless horseman's steel sword, nothing remained but the head and blood.

If there is, it's crying.

There is no need for any formation, and there is no need to open a posture to charge and stab, a simple flip up and down, and a hundred or so pursuers will be wiped out from the night. The night is silent again.

"Aida, come down!" A familiar and hearty voice came from under the tree.

Zhou Yu, who was hiding in the tree, watched this bend horror without subtitles clearly from beginning to end. It was the first time he had seen the power of the Headless Horseman, and it was also the first time he had experienced the death of the Grim Reaper so closely. Imagine what kind of despair it would be to face an unkillable monster if it were yourself. This despair is even 10,000 times more terrible than death itself.

Zhou Yu pounced and fell from the branch. He was chased all the way, bleeding from the arrow in the shoulder, and with the concussion caused by the blast, he could no longer get up as soon as he hit the ground.

Lancelot helped him to his feet and probed for his injuries. The arrow wound did not hit the viscera, but only penetrated the collarbone. He helped Zhou Yu up and sat down, cut off the tip of the arrow with a dagger, let him bite and pull it out from his back, and pulled out the arrow. The Governor of the Metropolitan was not less injured or suffered, and he did not know how many times he had tasted the whip in the slave camp. Therefore, he was stunned for the whole process of drawing arrows.

Subsequently, Lancelot applied some of his own herbs to his wound, and Zhou Yu felt that it should have the effect of reducing inflammation and stopping bleeding. The two of them started at the same time, tearing the torn clothes into strips of gauze, and General Lan helped him tie a strong hemostatic buckle.

"General Lan, thank you!" Zhou Yu reluctantly stood up and held his hands together.

"Haha, Aida is serious. Lan should thank you! Lancelot didn't care about his initial injury, and the bear paw slapped on his other shoulder, almost slapping Zhou Yu down again.

"Oh? This strangulation of the pursuers and the attack of thousands of miles, shouldn't I thank General Lan in the future? ”

"Aida, after the last goodbye, I thought about the sentence you asked at that time!" Lancelot didn't answer his question directly, but took the FD coin from his bosom and looked at it carefully by the moonlight.

"Which word?" Zhou Yu was puzzled.

"I want to go back to where I came from." Lancelot said quietly.

Zhou Yu really couldn't remember saying this, but he did remind Lancelot that if he wanted to go back, he would come to him with this silver coin. Since he said so, did he make up his mind to be like Lao Xue, accompany him to Slaughter Dream City, kill a dawn, and see what is in the belly of the old pumpkin of the King of Destruction? Can we reverse time and space?

"Haha, since General Lan has this Yaxing, how dare the little brother not accompany him? There are regrets in the past life, but there are no regrets in this life. Regret is often a waste of life! ”

"Regret is a waste of life?" Lancelot repeated in a whisper.

"Haha, good! Wonderful! Aida's words are amazing, Lan admires and admires! ”

Zhou Yu briefly understood his own configuration, and this time he was invited to fight the ghost cavalry department, a total of 1,000 people. The ghost rider is not a hybrid of human and elf, and is not afraid of human fire. The only thing that can kill them is the legendary howl of rage. If this holy relic was not in the hands of Philly's old witch, it would not be difficult for a thousand ghosts to take Drunken Flower City.

"Aida?" Lancelot asked Zhou Yu in contemplation.

"Huh?"

"Is there a strategy?"

"Yes, the strategy is to go downtown! The tactic is to kill if blocked! Zhou Yu found a long knife from the corpses on the ground, led a horse that was not frightened, and stepped forward. He glanced at the sackcloth tourniquet that was still oozing blood on his left shoulder, and galloped towards the city gate.

Borada, Marsha, Bambul, wait for me.

Be sure to hold on.

Drunken Flower City is destined to be a sleepless night tonight. At the same time, several lines stretched out of order grew in a disorderly manner, weaving a brilliant and moving fireworks.

First of all, Prince Sima's side. The prince was killed, and the princes, nobles, lords, and generals under his command exploded, and some of them fled back to the territory in the starry night, while others chose to swear allegiance to Lady Philip on the spot. Those loyal supporters who were stubborn and unrepentant were burned alive by Philly's troops.

The second is Zhou Yu's side. A human* with more than 200 archers actually let this kid escape, and Philie was so angry that she immediately ordered the head of the mission commander to be cut off. This kid thought that he could take the opportunity to ascend to the sky in one step, but he didn't expect to die in vain. As for the pursuers, no one knew that they had been wiped out.

The third is Philena's side. Originally, she should be the most isolated and helpless party, but there are some old courtiers, old lords, and old generals who miss the old days, and if they win the game, they are the rightful drunken flower city lords, and the other conspiracy methods used to persecute the queen are all about coup d'état. These people are also secretly gathering in the city.

The fourth wave of people is instead the neglected Ka Shujie and Fu Jia, the two princesses who were previously committed to Sima just to save their lives. Rather than let go and lose his chastity and life, it is better to sell it to his younger brother in exchange for a long life. After all, the nightmares that the fear from Dream Slayer brought to them could not be described in two words. As soon as Sima died, the alliance quickly collapsed. The two women dared to escape from Miyagi together before Philip could kill them, and went to find the lords of the northern and western continents separately.

The prisoners who fled and raised troops did not count, and the last group of people were centrists in the city. Although the city defense force is now under the control of Fei Li, Drunken Flower City cannot be said to be under her full control for the time being. These celebrities controlled the money, food, goods, roads, commerce, medicine, and education in the city, and they did not want to rush into Philip before the situation became clear, nor did they want to gather stragglers and rabble to fight against the regular army. Hidden in the eyes that look out from the secret rooms of the attics, one building after another, vigilantly watching the direction of the spread of the flames.

Of course, there is one more person in the centrists. Your Excellency the Special Envoy.

"Madam, the overall situation in the city has been decided, and heavy troops have been deployed to guard important points." A middle-aged man in emerald green leather armor returned the favor on one knee.

"Good, very good, Lord Rock. You have made great contributions to this crackdown on bandits, and you will benefit from it in the future! "Philip sat in the main hall of the palace, on the throne of the lord of the city. This throne is called Huajian Creek, and together with the Sand Gold of Wind Catching City, the Moon in the Clouds of Star Picking City, and the Heart of Ice in Tianyin City, they are collectively known as the Four Thrones of the Borderlands, and only the rulers of the continent who are approved by the Earth King, the Water King, the Wind King, and the Fire King are eligible to sit on it. If others sit on it without permission, they are in rebellion.

Unlike the Shalijin of Storm Catcher City, Huajian Creek is not made of solidified human skulls, it is a chaise longue woven entirely of hair, and the golden hair hangs down like a stream to form a curtain, dotted with flower clusters, and it is moderately soft and hard to sit on, and extremely comfortable. It seemed to others to be an ingenious work of art, but Philie knew better, and Huajian Creek reminded her of the terrible night when she had her head shaved twenty years ago.

How many ravaged girls' hair condensed into this seat. Sitting on it, feeling the wailing and pain that came from her, Phili shivered with comfort.

"Madam, oh no, Her Royal Highness, this..." Panshi was holding a bloodied human head in his hand, because a large pool of blood had gathered in the sky for half a day.

Philip glanced at what he was holding in disgust and waved her hand.

"Look at it, oh yes, the people need a caliber there. It is said that the general soldier of the city defense of the city, Lord Benliu, colluded with Philena, killed the old king and Sima, and then committed suicide. ”

"Her Royal Highness the Queen's clever calculations, little admiration!"

"Okay, don't talk so much nonsense, be your errand. Those two girls were caught back, and they couldn't run into other people's pots, and they I promised you that they were yours. Philip flashed, then closed her eyes and leaned back in her hair chair. This chair is so comfortable, I really don't understand why my cowardly brother never sits?

What a fool, stupid donkey, stupid as hell!

"Her Royal Highness Queen Xie!" The rock straightened his helmet, and there were still blood stains on it, and it was strange that he had to kill his boss from behind, and if he had roped or some other way, the helmet he had coveted for a long time would not have been stained by the old man's blood. Panshi sighed, and after ten years of being the deputy of this old immortal, it was finally his turn to take the throne.

Thinking of this, he was angry and angry, lifted the head of the rushing stream and spat at it.

"Chief Soldier of the Rock, is there any movement on the envoy's side?" Philip is colorful.

"Back to Her Royal Highness, it is very strange that the envoy is there, there is such a big commotion in the city, she has not even come out. And the hundred or so retinue warriors she brought with her also rested early in the station, and there was no change. ”

"This was a bit of a surprise to me. I prepared a rhetoric and waited for her to come to Xingshi to ask for guilt, but I didn't expect this slut to be honest and calm. It seems that the woman who has been under the crotch of Lord Water for a long time has a different mind! Rock caught a hint of vinegar in the fleeting micro-expression on Philie's face.

"Your Highness, do you need me..." Rock gestured with his hand around his neck.

"No, she can't die. I need her to live, and I will rely on her two mouths to go back to Slaughter Dream City to tell the story to Lord Water in the future! ”

Philly's wishful thinking played out beautifully, although there was a hiccup in between. Originally, her plan was that Sima would win the match, and she would get rid of Sima and blame Philena, because the second princess had a good reason to kill her brother and usurp the throne. One death and one sacrifice, Drunken Flower City is at your fingertips. But I didn't expect that in the end, it was Felena who won, and the story had to become the reality that Sima could not accept the defeat and killed Firina painfully, but he was discovered by the city defense chief Rushing Lord, who stopped and killed Sima in time.

After Silannu's episode broke her original plan, there were a lot of problems that came with it that needed to be fixed. First, Philena was rightfully the winner of the final, and thus had the right to the rightful successor ruler of Thoraxia. Second, Sima was killed in a coup attempt, and Philena gained a clean reputation. How can this be? No one can be so clean in front of Lady Filly, and all must be filthy and naked.