Ron, who was hiding behind the haystack, looked pale.

With this level of penetration, the degree of defense of leather armor does not play much role at all.

The power of terror is something that even Kaye has never had, but the speed is a little slower, and even he can shake it off.

Not far away, the deserter yelled and cursed as he threw stones in all directions, as if trying to force Ron out in this way.

The deserter had a long wound on his forehead, almost white bones, a hideous look on his blood-covered face, and his eyes were red, as if he had been provoked.

No wonder they're chasing Ron.

At this time, the deserter was some distance away from the haystack where Ron was hiding, and when he retracted his gaze, Ron gently slowed his breathing, and his eyes were calm

Although this kind of opponent is very strong, his speed is a short board, and if he really fights hard, he is not afraid.

However, he didn't have the need to fight directly with the other party at all, and leading away for so long had already relieved a lot of pressure on the knights' followers.

Flee quietly or wait for the servants to deal with the deserters and then rescue them is the right choice.

Ron leaned his back against the haystack, his gaze sweeping over the slaughtered village.

Because of the departure of the robbers, the village was unusually silent, except for the angry roars and footsteps of the deserters.

Most of the houses in the village are wooden, the location is very scattered, and there is no special planning, which is just right for him to hide.

Just as he slowly shifted his body, thinking about entering one of the cabins first.

'Smack!'

The deserter who had been walking on the move stopped abruptly.

As if hearing something, Ron's face changed, and he immediately rolled out in the direction of the left.

'Whew!!'

Where he had just leaned back, several small deep holes appeared.

"Little mouse, you can't escape!!"

Seeing Ron's figure jumping out, the deserter's half-bloody face suddenly showed a cruel and hideous smile, and the remaining stones in his hand suddenly shot towards that side.

'Whew!'

'Tear!!'

In the midst of the rapid screaming of the blockbuster, Ron suddenly felt a chill in his back, followed by a hot feeling.

"Damn!" he snorted, subconsciously jumping into the window of the wooden house in front of him, quickly hiding.

In the dark, Ron reached out and touched his back, and there was a sticky feeling in the palm of his hand, probably from being accidentally scratched by a few small pebbles just now.

"Die for me!!"

Outside the wooden house, hurried footsteps carried an angry roar.

'Click!!'

The dark wooden house suddenly lit up, and the silver blade suddenly plunged in from behind the wooden door, only more than ten centimeters away from Ron's body, startling him into a cold sweat.

But it was the deserter who threw out his sword in order to prevent Ron from escaping again.

Then the blade was drawn, and with a 'click', the wooden door was torn open, revealing the massive figure of the deserter.

Looking at Ron in the cabin, the deserter's face wiped the blood dripping from the corners of his eyes and grinned.

"Run! Keep running!!See if you die this time!!"

The cabin was not big, the main entrance had been blocked by him, and trying to jump out of the window was simply leaving his back to him, and in the eyes of the deserters, Ron was completely dead.

The wound on his forehead stimulated the deserter's nerves, and he raised the sword in his hand slightly and slowly walked towards Ron, his expression becoming more and more hideous.

"By the way, I won't kill you easily, I'll cut off your limbs first, and then gouge out your eyes for you to taste"

It's just that before he finished speaking, Ron, who was originally retreating, suddenly pounced on him.

'Bang!!'

The crosssword was easily blocked by the deserter's sword.

Feeling the strength of the cross sword, a look of contempt appeared in the deserter's eyes, and he was about to slash down with a sword.

Suddenly, the cross sword abruptly bypassed the longsword and slashed towards his neck at a tricky angle.

“？”

This time, the deserter's expression changed, and he quickly turned his head.

With a 'tear' sound, the crosssword grazed the armor below his neck, sending out a subtle spark.

"Damn it!"

The deserter who reacted, the long sword in his hand slashed horizontally.

'Bell!'

'Whoa!'

Ron, who blocked the deserter's attack, slammed his body on the table and chair in the wooden house, and shattered it instantly.

A trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, Ron quickly got up, dodged the next slash of the long sword, and retreated a certain distance.

In the slightly gloomy wooden house, Ron tightened his grip on the crosssword, blood dripping down the hilt of the sword with a 'click, click' sound.

That's the price paid for just going straight and hard.

The deserter touched the armor next to his neck, and his face turned cold.

"Forget it, I'd better kill you directly!"

originally thought that the other party was just a little ghost who could be kneaded by others, but the two blows just now directly killed him, which made his contempt that had just risen quickly converge.

However, just as he was about to attack, Ron, who was almost leaning against the corner, suddenly spoke.

"Do you know who Nick is?"

"Nick?"

Suddenly hearing Ron's question, a look of confusion appeared on the deserter's face, but the sword that slashed at him immediately woke him up.

"You're looking for death!"

'Bell, bell!'

The sound of continuous and rapid slashing accompanied by the sound of 'bang' resounded throughout the wooden house for a while.

Ron's figure quickly moved through the cramped cabin, dodging the deserters' attacks with his own speed slightly faster than his opponent.

Then taking advantage of the opponent's attack interval, he took the time to slash a sword.

However, even so, two deep scars appeared on his shoulders and arms.

That's really something you can't dodge, and the consequences of parrying with a cross sword.

'Ding!!'

Dodging the sword's downward slash, he stabbed the deserter in the waist with his crosssword, but was easily blocked by his armor.

After the blow was fruitless, Ron stepped back again, touching the side of his chin on his face, a small wound slowly splitting open, bleeding blood.

The high-intensity dodge made his body tremble slightly, and his right hand hurt badly, and it seemed that he would hold the cross-cross sword in the next moment, and his state looked very bad.

However, even so, Ron remained unusually calm and stared at the deserter on the other side.

At this time, the deserter's silver-white armor was covered with silver marks, especially on the armor on the sides of his neck, which was even denser, and it looked very scary.

It was all caused by Ron's attack at this moment.

Although the opponent's physical fitness is much better than him, Ron found that the opponent's fighting skills are not rich, and he has always been a straightforward attack.

If it weren't for this hard armor, Ron might have put this guy down several times, and he wouldn't have been forced so embarrassed until now.

And the deserter knew this, and after putting away his contempt, he firmly protected his naked body outside the armor in case of accidents, but slowly consumed Ron's physical strength, trying to drag him to death completely.

Compared to Ron, who was breathing a little chaotic, he only consumed a small part of his physical strength.

Seeing Ron, whose face was getting paler and his slightly trembling body, the deserter shook the long sword in his hand and said with a gloomy face.

"Why? Don't attack!? It seems that you are almost there, in that case, then it is my turn!"

"Wait a minute!" Ron looked at the approaching deserter with a solemn expression. "You really don't know who Nick is?"

"If you still want to use this trick, go die!"

Thinking of Ron's sneak attack just now, the deserter stopped talking nonsense and directly picked up the long sword and pounced.

'Bell!'

'Whew!!'

The sound of a sword slashing at flesh came from the cabin, and blood splattered on the ground.

Ron's eyes grimly looked at his shoulder, the crosssword and longsword that had failed to parry were pressed there, and blood kept flowing down the blade to the ground.

Opposite him, the deserter was looking at him with confused eyes, and on his forehead, a slender dagger was silently erected.

After a long time, there was a 'bang', and the body of the deserter fell heavily to the ground.

With a chunk of flesh on Ron's shoulder.

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