"Bang, bang, bang" In the violent knock on the door, the petite Claire walked out of the bedroom in a daze, she was wearing a white nightgown, revealing a hot body that did not match the cute and childlike face, and walked straight to the door. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Ever since she saw the headless corpse of her brother George three days ago, she felt that the whole sky had darkened, the world had collapsed, the sky had fallen apart, and her heart was torn apart.

She shut herself up in the house, washed her face with tears, wept day and night, fell asleep, and did not see anyone.

"That's the end of it, sleep dead in bed. “

Sad, hopeless, I don't know how long it has been.

She found that she was still alive, and the gloom in her heart had dissipated a lot.

"It turns out that my feelings for my brother are not as deep as I imagined. “

"What a heartless woman. ”

Self-deprecating, she clearly felt that she still had nostalgia for the world, and at this time, this sudden knock on the door was like a slap in the face, which made her feel a lot more sober in an instant.

She decided not to close herself off anymore.

"Kaz—"

The door opened, and the face that appeared in front of her had neat short black hair, a handsome face, a patch on her right eye, a closed left eye, and a breathing heavily.

"Rodin?"

That's right, the man who once risked his life to help him rob the prison and take his ancestral witchcraft codex.

In addition to him, there were three other people, Fletcher, Cynthia, and Erica, who had seen before, all three of them looked very embarrassed with panicked faces and a hint of pleading in their eyes.

"Come in, everyone, what's wrong with you?

The four of them entered the room, breathed a sigh of relief, put their hanging hearts down for a moment, and then carefully placed Rodin in the bedroom, while Fletcher explained the cause and effect to Claire in detail.

"So, you killed a nobleman by mistake and are therefore wanted?"

"Yes, damn Edward Hill, trying to kill Rodin, how can I keep my hand?"

"Rodin's physical condition is very bad, after so many days, his broken bones are probably about to begin to heal themselves, and if there is no skilled master to correct his bones, it will be bad if the bones are crooked. “

"Alas, there is no way, Karen once told me that the entire Elden is estimated to be the Hunter Guild Elder Rhodes has this ability, but he is not here these days!"

"I'm really jealous of the talent, I hope he can get through this. “

Claire sighed.

"I can, Brother Rodin will definitely survive. “

As she spoke, the little girl took Rodin's hands in her hands, her eyes firm and reverent, as if she were holding the whole world.

"You're not looking very good. “

"Huh?" Claire remembered that she hadn't dressed up in days, her hair was disheveled and unkempt, and there was a half-bitten red apple and other food scraps on the square table in the living room, which had not been cleaned up.

"As you can see, I was decadent for days. “

"Barbara's ungrateful and beastly thing, my brother poured out his heart and lungs and gave everything to her, but she killed my brother!"

Claire said, her eyes flushed, and there was a hint of gnashing of teeth on her cute face.

"I must capture her to sacrifice George's spirit in heaven!"

"Bang, bang, bang—"

Suddenly, there was a loud knock on the door.

Erica was so frightened that her body trembled, and she couldn't help but show a hint of fear.

"Oops, those mad dog-like soldiers are chasing after you again?"

"Don't worry, you don't have to be soldiers. ”

Claire calmed the crowd, made a silent gesture, crept to the door, and glanced out through the cat's eyes, her face changed dramatically.

Outside the gate, there was a group of heavily armed soldiers, their expressions were unswerving, their spears were heavily armoured, exuding a fierce, murderous aura, and it was obvious that they were not good.

If they don't open the door, it's hard to guess if they will just kick it open.

"Alas, I'm such a broom star, and I've brought you the root of the trouble again!"

Fletcher looked guilty at Claire.

"Don't say that, my brother is gone anyway, and I don't want to continue to stay in this sad place, it's a big deal to kill with you!"

"You hide in this room first, wait for them to come, and wait for the rabbit!"

After Claire finished speaking, she went back to her bedroom and changed into a silver-white armor, carrying a long-handled hammer that contrasted with her body, holding her breath and staying with everyone.

Soon after, there was a loud noise outside the door, followed by a violent banging on the door.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The gate did not hold out for less than a moment before it was slammed open by muscular, tall soldiers.

Dense footsteps sounded, and eight soldiers rushed in in an instant.

Erica prayed with the baby Ryan in her arms and hid beside Rodin's bed.

Fletcher, Claire, and Cynthia all clutched their weapons tightly and hid in the bedroom doorway.

"Whoosh-"

The moment the bedroom door opened, Fletcher slashed off the leading soldier's right arm with a single sword, splattering blood and slashing back again, and the sword Elwin sliced through the armor without hindrance, leaving a bloody streak across most of the severed soldier's body.

The soldiers behind him were like lions and tigers under the stimulation of blood, and brazenly poured into the bedroom.

Can Claire let them succeed? A one-man tall hammer blocked the doorway and swung it in the chest.

The soldier who had just squeezed through the narrow wooden door spewed blood foam from his mouth, and his body exploded.

"Come on, the fugitives are hiding here!"

"Oops, can't put it off any longer!"

Fletcher's heart moved, and his hands became more and more ruthless, and the sword light and a set of Iron Cross swordsmanship were smooth, relying on Elwin's indestructible characteristics, forcing a group of soldiers to be embarrassed.

Claire, who was a force man, was even more domineering, standing around her side, her white and small palms wielding the giant hammer with ease, and the smashed armor of the two soldiers who tried to get in through the gap was dented, and their muscles and bones were broken.

And Cynthia was firmly protected by them behind her, and she was completely useless.

For a moment, the small space was filled with severed arms and stumps, a foul stench, sticky blood spilled across the floor, and soldiers poured in from outside the house as if they were endless.

"If we don't go on like this, we'll be consumed sooner or later!"

"Get out and find Casillas!"

Claire roared angrily, and the blue light flowed, wearing a dense bloodline armor, and her petite body jumped out of the bedroom like a fierce tiger with a hammer.

"Cynthia, help Rodin up and follow us!"

Fletcher let out a shout and pounced.

The two of them occupy a narrow corridor, a sword and a hammer, one left and one right, one is full of strength after taking the griffin potion, and the other is a black iron power who controls the power of the bloodline, and with the cover, the soldiers who fight directly are defeated and retreated.

Their coats and faces were covered in blood, and their expressions were terrifying, and Fletcher, who was wearing close-fitting robes, was covered in many scars.

The four of them made steady progress towards the exit, while Cynthia struggled to hold on to Rodin, blood oozing from her freshly bandaged wound.

In the end, Erica hugged Ryan, her face pale, looking left and right, trembling.

From the bedroom to the exit, the short distance of ten meters, as if crawling out of hell, wailing, sword roaring, blood and severed limbs, more than a dozen corpses paved a cruel bloody road.

"Claire, quick, this way!" Claire struck the door, a familiar voice came, and her tired spirit was immediately shaken.

"Casillas, Uma, Lino. Good brother!"

He saw three men in black hooded robes slaughtering soldiers.

The giant black iron shield more than one person tall charged forward like a speeding train, knocking the soldiers who stood in the way to pieces.

A nimble, insidious blade is like the scythe of death, and every harvest must take away a fresh life.

There is also the agile and agile archer who dances the bow and arrow like a butterfly, and the same is not a case, elegantly opening the bow and drawing the arrow, and the arrow is urgent.

In a one-sided massacre, more than twenty soldiers died at their hands.

It seems that everything is going in a good direction, and the dawn of breaking out of the encirclement is close at hand.

In an instant, a soldier took advantage of the fact that Fletcher and Claire were entangled in the front, quietly rushed forward from the side, and stabbed the unprepared Erica in the abdomen with a fierce sword.

"Giggles—" Erica spat out a mouthful of blood, splashing little Ryan's face, and the gleam in her eyes began to dissipate.

The ignorant baby in the swaddling clothes wailed and cried, and the people who listened were sad.

"No!" like a cuckoo crying blood, Cynthia let go of Rodin and hugged her mother's slowly fallen body.

No one noticed that after Rodin fell to the ground, his eyelids fluttered rapidly as if they had not opened, and sweat was pouring down.

"No!"

"Mom, don't you die, don't leave us behind, what about little Ryan?!"

As he spoke, the soldier's face turned hideous, and another sword slashed through Cynthia's back.

The white dress was torn diagonally, and the little girl's white and immature back was covered with flesh and blood, but she hugged her mother's body tightly without saying a word, and her face flashed a trace of absoluteness, sadness, and a drop of crystal sparkling fell into the corner of her eye.

"Farewell, Rodin. ”

"Brute!"

Fletcher, who was in front, sensed the crisis and wanted to turn around to help, but was firmly entangled by several soldiers and could not be dragged away.

It's too late, just a few meters away, like a moat, is the distance between life and death.

The soldier raised the dangling blade of his sword in his hand and stabbed it at the girl's delicate back.

In an instant, lying on the ground, Rodin broke open his eyes, and his eyes were about to split.

His soft palm suddenly clenched into a pistol-like shape, and a piercing black light arrow suddenly shot out from the tip of his outstretched index finger and middle finger.

Time seemed to stand still, and the dragon-shaped black light swayed as if it had come to life, retreating into nothingness in mid-air and flashing again.

With a "beep" hit, the blade of the sword stabbed fiercely down, and the blade of the sword was pierced, splitting in two in the blink of an eye.

"Whoosh-" Almost at the same time, a silver lightning-like feather arrow pierced the soldier's head in the distance, and the soldier fell to the ground without saying a word.

"Rodin, you're awake!"