The group quickly ran for several miles, and finally saw two groups facing each other in front of them, one was Miles and his cavalry team, and the other group was very well-equipped and looked like regular troops. br />

"Miles, what's wrong! Why don't you respond to the horn?" asked Quentin as he ran up to Miles, panting.

Miles glared at the other grimly, without a hint of slackness, and he didn't look at Quentin. "Order everyone to be on guard, it's not good to come!"

At this time, the mercenary who arrived found that there was no knight on one of the horses in his cavalry team, and not far from the horse, a mercenary fell to the ground, with a bow and arrow stuck in his chest, and the arrow was deep in his chest, and the clothes on his chest were already red with blood, and he held a horn in his hand.

"Alf!" Will hurriedly ran over and picked up the mercenary on the ground, and Fern and Ness ran over with Will. I saw that this mercenary named Alf was no longer breathing, his eyes were lifeless, and his mouth was still slightly open, as if he wanted to say something.

"No......" Fern sighed. Ness's eyes were filled with sadness.

Will trembled and put down Alf, he turned to the knight opposite, drew his sword sharply, and shouted that he was about to rush over.

"Stop!" Miles' stern voice reached Will's ears.

Being yelled at like this, Will stood still. He looked at Miles puzzled, "They killed Alf!"

"I know...... Will, I know. Miles still glared at the other, his hands clenching the reins in anger, his brow furrowed in pain.

At this time, the knight who took the lead on the opposite side finally spoke. "Well, that's it, if you weren't as impulsive as you used to, he wouldn't have died. ”

Only then did Fern notice the man who spoke, he had golden hair, an angular face with a mighty expression, and a strong body dressed in luxurious armor and accessories, like a nobleman. br />

"You'd better not have the idea of resisting. He continued, "Otherwise, these crossbowmen behind me will let you and your companions doom." ”

Behind him were two neat formations of scouts, each well-armed, and their horses tall and mighty. On either side of him were two teams of knights in silver armor and armed with great swords, their helmets covering their faces, their expressions not visible, motionless, like statues.

Compared with them, the Crow Regiment is not at the same level at all, whether it is equipment or momentum. The mercenaries gritted their teeth in hatred, but there was nothing they could do.

Miles interrupted him, "Who the hell are you and what do you want?"

The other party smiled lightly, "I didn't expect your reinforcements to come so quickly, it seems that you are really the same as rumored, black crows, fast and fierce." He straightened the reins in his hand and continued unhurriedly, "I am Dias of Doyle, and I have come to take something at the behest of King Doyle, something in your hands. ”

"We don't have what you want, you can go. Miles replied with a blank face.

"Do you think I'll believe it?" Dias laughed, looking at the bound text and motioning for him to come to him. "You didn't expect that I would have planted a mole before you entered Tarentara?"

"What?!" Miles' body shuddered, obviously shocked.

Quentin quickly recounted the situation to Miles, and as he spoke, Miles' face became more and more ugly.

Ness looked at everything in front of her curiously, she didn't understand the seriousness of the matter. "Stan, is there a guy named Dias in Doyle?"

"I haven't heard of it, maybe it's the former nobleman of Doyle, Doyle has been founded for hundreds of years, and I haven't heard of many people before. Stan shook his head, uneasy as things unfolded.

"In any case, we can't take it lightly, even though it's not our world, we're still going to be hurt by everything here. Rui interrupted the conversation, his hand gripping his wand tightly.

Nevin kept talking to Dias, and when he was done, Dias motioned for him to step aside, and then he looked at Miles. "Okay, do you have anything else to say?

Miles' face tensed, the veins on his forehead bulging, and after a suffocating silence, he finally spoke, "Okay, I'll hand it over, but only if we can leave safely." ”

"Hahaha......" Dias laughed loudly, and as the laughter grew smaller, he turned his head sideways and nodded behind him.

Suddenly, a sword slashed out from between Nevin's eyes, and at the other end of the sword, a scout was holding the sword, and he jerked it back, blood gushing out from between Nevin's eyes. Before he could even scream, Nevin fell to the ground, blood continuing to flow, staining the dirt red from where he had fallen.

Everyone was shocked by this sudden sight and was overwhelmed, although Nevin was a traitor, but being brutally killed in such a way still made the mercenaries unacceptable. Ness screamed and threw herself into Fern's arms, who kept patting her on the back and comforting her. For a while, no one spoke, and the atmosphere was extremely strange at this moment.

"That's it, you should have agreed sooner. "Dias didn't care about Nevin's death, as if he had killed just a fly. "Now, then, leave it to me. ”

Miles looked at Dias with a stern expression, "I said, you have to make sure that we can leave safely, and I will hand it over to you." ”

Dias was obviously very dissatisfied with this answer, and he sneered, "Are you negotiating terms with me, Miles?

Miles paused, glanced back at the mercenaries behind him, and continued, "If the Crows resist desperately, you will also have a lot of losses, is this really the result you want?"

"You dare to threaten me!?" Dias glared at Miles fiercely.

"You can give it a try. Myers was-for-tat.

Dias laughed again, "Very well, Miles, what do you want?"

"It's simple, we'll leave now, and then I'll send someone to deliver it to you. Miles said slowly.

Dias snorted disdainfully. "Do you think I'm going to give up such a good opportunity to let you go, even if there will be a lot of losses, but the odds are entirely on my side. After saying that, he casually looked to the side and back.

Fern saw it in his eyes and knew that Dias was about to make a move, so he leaned over to Ness's side and said softly, "Ness, prepare to cast wind magic, the stronger the wind, the better, so that the other party can't see us clearly, listen to my instructions." ”

Ness nodded, and quickly began to whisper the incantation. Rui heard Fern's words and began to whisper the incantation.

Miles looked at Dias and the scouts behind him uneasily. "Since you can't make a decision, there's no need for us to waste time here. He turned his horse's head around and prepared to give orders to the mercenaries.

"Wait!" Dias exclaimed suddenly, and Miles turned to look at him nervously.

At this moment, Fern saw that Dias's hand was about to be raised, and hurriedly gave instructions to Niss, "It's now!"