The sound of horses' hooves echoed through the streets of Holier, and the sound of whips swinging wildly in the air was audible

The humble carriage was jolting on the uneven road, and the wooden wheels were "clanging" so loudly that the pedestrians on the road had heard it from afar, so they had already avoided it - they could see the carriage whizzing past, and they could even see the wheels dangling from the inside as it crossed some of the corners that were too sharp...

Sally had never been in such a fast carriage, her face was pale, her hands were tightly grasping the wooden frame of the carriage on her side, her eyes tried to scan the streets in front and behind, although she was apprehensive, but she did not show panic at this time, but told Martin who was driving: "Take the nearest route, and keep following the road after leaving the West Gate"

"Yes, Miss"

Martin may not be able to fight, but he is a veteran in driving. He didn't have to participate with the group of mercenaries today, but yesterday Sally suddenly asked him to prepare a carriage, so he appeared next to the square with the mercenaries today, and galloped away with the duke's daughter at this time.

At first, he didn't understand what he was doing, but when the mercenaries who had been escorting him turned around a few minutes ago to intercept a group of knights who were chasing him, he understood what Sally meant...

However, Martin also had his own worries, and he shouted loudly, trying to drown out the noise of the carriage: "The road outside the city gate is not fast, and if those people continue to chase, they will definitely be able to catch up—"

This is something that Sally failed to consider, although she has made many responses, but in the end, this choice is also a temporary decision just made, and some negligence cannot be avoided, she frowned, and replied, "Do you have a way?" ”

"There is a post near the West City Gate, where there are our people, you can change horses there and continue running"

Martin's mind was not slow, and he quickly came up with a feasible plan, and Sally immediately made a decision, but she was still a little worried in her heart - because she knew that her riding skills were very poor, and even if she changed horses, she probably couldn't run as well as those well-trained mercenaries...

However, such emotions were quickly replaced by boundless anger in his heart.

The repeated assassination of Sally has led Sally to put the name "Francis" in the ranks of what should be "a thousand cuts": once at the border, once at the entrance of the convent, again in the square...

Who can endure it?

So she made the decision to go to the West Gate a few minutes ago without regret - because Sally had only one thought in her mind at this time: Francis had to die

She could have accepted the longevity of the "Rosicrucifix" and avoided conflict, but that would have brought the situation to another stalemate... But if Francis continues to "get away with it", she also understands that she will have no way to compete with the other party in the end

All hope was now pinned on Roddy, and Sally now believed in the scout captain without reservation... And the next life of his own is equivalent to handing over to the other party.

In the past, Sally would never have chosen such a choice that she was not sure of at all, but after experiencing so many things with Roddy, she found that after making such a decision, she did not have any unnecessary worries and fears...

The carriage galloped under Martin's skilful control, and after nearly ten minutes of wild running, the ten-meter-high West Gate finally appeared in front of Sally's eyes.

"Over here"

Martin brought the carriage to a screeching halt, and this acceleration almost caused Sally to fall straight down - with a flick of the whip in his hand, Martin ran straight to the roadside inn, shouted a few words, and then led the two horses to run. Sally didn't talk nonsense, jumped out of the carriage with the corner of her robe, turned over and jumped on the horse in three steps and two steps, grabbed the reins and rushed forward in a controlled manner

Martin knew that Sally was not good at riding, so he immediately ran ahead to "clear the way", shouting loudly for the pedestrians to dodge. But although the city gate was close in front of him, there was a hurried sound of horses' hooves behind him...

Sally looked back, a group of cavalry had already turned the corner in the distance in the field of vision, obviously the mercenaries she sent failed to completely stop Francis's footsteps, at this time a rough count, there were twenty-four or five people chasing after - although it was not clear whether there was Francis among them, but obviously the comer was not good, and he had no possibility of fighting hard.

She turned her head to look at the approaching West Gate, and a map of all the surrounding areas immediately came to her mind

Leaving the West Gate, you will enter the "Cobb Forest" that clings to the city for less than a kilometer, and this forest is foggy all year round, and it is very easy to get lost if you don't walk along the road, but if you follow the road, you must cross 40 kilometers before you can get out of the forest and reach the town.

Sally knew that she was not good at riding, and if she continued to run like this, she would be overtaken by her pursuers for a maximum of three kilometers - but at this time she had no choice but to kick her horse's belly desperately and rush through the city gate towards the dimly lit forest...

"Miss will soon catch up with her? Do you want to get off the road."

Martin shouted in front of him, and his advice was the only one that was feasible at the moment: leave the main road and make a few more turns in the complex forest, and it would be possible to get rid of the mercenaries.

But Sally immediately shook her head and replied to the wind: "Follow the road"

The white hem of the sect floated in the strong wind blowing in the face, and when they left the city, the road immediately became soft, and the speed of the horses was slightly faster—the chasing team did not immediately close the distance due to the fatigue of the horses, which proved that Sally could hold out for some time...

But only for a while.

Sally kept looking back at the pursuers, but the cold arrow that had been expected to kill the other party did not appear - in her thoughts, Roddy had no way to resist such a pursuer, except for the sneak attack of the hidden arrow, Sally couldn't think of any other way for Roddy to solve the problem at hand...

Although he is strong, he is only one person after all...

With this in mind, when Sally looked back again, the twenty-odd knights had gradually caught up

Roddy he... It's going to happen...

The thoughts in her mind began to become a little uncertain, Sally and Martin had already ridden into the Cobb Forest in front of them, and as they continued along the path, she even imagined in her heart that maybe Roddy had prepared enough traps to deal with the knights, but after running for a thousand meters, the pursuers behind her were not attacked at all, except for getting closer and closer

"Miss, we're about to catch up... It's too late to enter the forest, and I'm going to turn around and stop them

"No, keep running"

Sally interrupted him - her idea was simple: if you believe Roddy, believe to the end

"It's really too late, now..."

Martin, the Savior's heart, took control of the reins and turned a sharp turn, but then the words he wanted to say suddenly stuck in his throat, Sally's gaze turned from behind, and then... I was also completely stunned by the scene in front of me.

On the road in front of them, a neat cavalry contingent seemed to be waiting here for a long time.

Tall military horses, glittering silver swords, neat armor, and the awe-inspiring momentum that definitely belongs to elite knights...

This—what's going on?

Sally and Martin were completely stunned, allowing the horses to continue to run forward by inertia for dozens of meters before they remembered to tighten the reins, and when they stopped completely, their hearts were already in their throats - if these knights were the backhands that Francis had arranged a long time ago, then I am afraid that they are really in danger today

She hadn't thought that these knights would be Roddy's people, after all, Roddy's identity was there, a scout captain in a border village...

The Scout Captain is just...

Francis was very excited at this time.

Although Ji Lu couldn't catch up with the changes, and the people he sent to Lu failed to kill Sally on the spot in the city square, but now this stupid sister actually fled towards the west gate in a panic, which is completely "time to run" for Francis, who has a few subordinates

Because he had gathered all the available manpower in advance, he immediately organized a cavalry team of more than forty people to chase after him after leaving the square, and Sally was not a vegetarian, so he relied on those mercenaries to block the small half of the team - but Francis didn't care, he took the twenty-four men who rushed out to get rid of the entanglement, in order to kill Sally as soon as possible

When chasing him all the way out of Hollier City, Francis still had some scruples in his heart, because he was afraid that the knight of Titus would notice him—because every time he saw him, Francis always felt inexplicably... His father seemed to be standing behind the whole situation, silently looking down on everything.

Although he knew that his father was seriously ill and bedridden, he remembered some scenes when he was a child, but they were deeply imprinted in his mind...

Fourteen years ago, the family had a period of tension with several nearby lords, and even his father was seriously injured when he encountered an assassin in front of the mansion.

At that time, Francis thought that his father was afraid, but then he saw one knight after another rushing from the fiefdom to the city of Hollier, and when these knights led the retinues to form a force of more than a thousand men, the Duke of Angmar, who had recovered from his wounds, directly set foot on the territory of those lords.

I still remember the scene when the knights walked through the city gates in bloody armor when they returned from the battle, and the most powerful knights of Titus and Wellington walked beside his father, and their tall figures left an indelible impression on Francis - so every time he saw these two knights, Francis would always think of his father sitting silently in front of the fireplace.

But now it seems that the father is impossible to appear... He was so ill, how could he meddle in such a thing? As for the knight of Titus...

He scanned the surroundings in front of him, and there was no other figure in the wilderness.

"Hmph, let's see how long you can last"

He clenched the wand in his hand, his expression becoming more and more hideous—but he didn't even notice the fleeting black shadow in the forest behind him...