PS: Merry Christmas to everyone, after these two busy days, the update will be officially on track, so stay tuned......

After throwing Ron some distance away, the soldier quickly ran towards the horses of the militia in front of the village, apparently trying to use them to escape.

Seeing this, Ron's face was slightly gloomy, and he put away the cross sword in his hand, quickly removed the short bow behind his back and mounted an arrow.

After pulling the bowstring full, his hand suddenly loosened

'Whew!'

A gray line flashed.

'Poof!!'

The powerful arrow slammed into the man's left shoulder, half of which sank into the shoulder armor.

The force of the arrow caused the soldier to stumble twice, but he did not fall.

"Huh?"

Unexpectedly, the soldier's will to escape was so tenacious, Ron was slightly stunned, and then took an arrow again.

'Whew!'

'Poof!'

This time, the arrow pierced the soldier's sword-wielding arm, piercing it directly. However, it still did not incapacitate the soldiers.

"Hell yes!"

Seeing the soldier running farther and farther, Ron simply dropped the bow and arrow in his hand and quickly chased after the soldier.

Soon, the soldier ran to the horse's position, took hold of the reins of the nearest horse, and skilfully turned over, and he turned the horse's head and clamped the horse's belly, and the black horse ran up at once, and in a short time ran out along the way into the village.

And Ron, who was behind, jumped on a horse and chased after him.

The three militiamen stood in place, looking at the two who were running away with some shame, if they had been braver, they might have been able to leave the soldier behind.

However, the fierceness of the last battle has been deeply imprinted in their hearts, so that even the courage to resist has been lost.

Ron in the chase didn't know what the three were thinking.

He was trying to control the horse under him to speed it up, but he found that no matter how hard he tried, the horse under him was still the same, and the speed had not changed at all.

The soldiers who fled in front of him were faintly getting faster and faster, as if the other party's riding skills were much better than his.

If it weren't for the fact that the guy was hit by two arrows and was seriously injured, maybe Ron would have given up on the chase.

You must know that his arrows are all diamond-shaped, and the speed of bloodletting is not ordinarily fast.

However, even so, as time goes by, the distance between the two has a feeling that it is getting farther and farther apart.

The two horses galloped quickly on the path, their hooves kicking up yellow dust, and through the cold and humid morning air, Ron could clearly smell the rich smell of blood of the soldier in front of him.

After about five minutes of chase, the figure of the soldier in front of him had gradually faded into the mist.

After another three minutes, Ron could only see the general outline of the horse, but the soldier seemed to have lost too much blood, and the posture that had been standing upright on the horse's back was changed to lying on it, and as the horse ran, it shook and flicked, as if it was falling off at any time.

Just when Ron thought that the soldier would not be able to hold on, the direction of the dark horse in front of him suddenly turned, and he actually ran towards the uncultivated wasteland next to the path.

This situation made him slightly stunned, but then he quickly turned his horse's head and chased after him.

There were not many trees in the wasteland, but there were weeds half a man high, and horses were very obstructed to run on them.

Ron, who was on horseback, clearly felt his speed slowing down, and the horse in front of him did the same, or rather became slower.

After another two minutes, the horse that had been running in front of it actually stopped completely.

When he arrived, the horse was quietly munching on the grass around it with its head down, but there was no one on its back, leaving only a large stain of blood.

Ron frowned slightly at this.

"Escaped?"

Running along the way, the badly wounded soldier had no ability to jump off a fast horse, and even if he did, he would have discovered it in time.

Then there is only one possibility, this guy ran away after entering the wasteland just now.

He looked left and right, the weeds here were tall and lush, perfect for one person to hide.

However, Ron sniffled, the smell of blood still lingering in the air, and he glanced at the horse's side, a clear trail of blood dripping on the grass.

After thinking about it, he also got off the horse, drew the cross sword at his waist and held it in his hand, and quietly touched it in the direction of the bloodstain.

Although the soldier's legs were not injured and did not hinder his movement, the hand holding the sword had been destroyed by Ron's arrow.

And with the diamond-shaped arrow on his shoulder, if he doesn't take it out again, I'm afraid that when Ron finds him, it will only be a corpse.

As he advanced, there was more and more blood on the grass, and Ron was more and more careful in his movements.

Suddenly, he stopped, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked at a tuft of grass not far away.

Behind the grass, he could faintly see a dark figure hiding there, and from time to time he heard the sound of a soo.

Gently shaking the hilt of the sword in his hand, Ron arched slightly, like a cheetah that had found its prey.

The shadow didn't seem to notice his presence and remained there.

When Ron was close to it.

'Smack!'

With a kick of his foot, he pounced directly at the black shadow.

'Bell !!'

The sound of metal slamming into his ears exploded, and Ron felt as if his crosssword had slashed at something very hard, and then a tearing breath came over his face.

didn't have time to think about it, and the figure he had just pounced on quickly burst away.

'Bang!!'

A muffled thud slammed into his place.

It was a huge black mace with long spikes standing on it, and it looked hideous.

Holding the mace was a muscular man wearing chain mail on the upper half and black leather pants on the bottom.

Ron looked up and down at the strange man who had suddenly appeared, and suddenly he noticed that he had a brown wooden sign hanging from his waist with a black bird pattern on it.

Frowning, he asked coldly.

"You're not Ryan's soldier, who are you!?"

The man didn't seem to care about Ron's questioning, he moved his neck, made a 'click, click' sound, and turned his head to shout loudly into the grass on the other side.

"Another one!presumably the militia in this area, Penny, this time you're coming, I'm coming!?"

Soon, a somewhat shrill male voice came from the other side.

"Damn, come on, fix it quickly, I think this place has been discovered, and we need to move as soon as possible. ”

"Okay!" replied, and the strong man turned around, lifted the mace in his hand, and gave Ron a cruel smile.

"Little one, I'll answer your question when you fall asleep!"

"Oh?" Ron narrowed his eyes. "You just called me a little one??"

"Do you have a problem?" the man's face instantly darkened.

Without speaking, Ron pounced again!