If there are no accidents, Martin will become Bakaria's new hero.

At the age of fourteen, he became the leader of the pioneers, and successfully defeated the strong with the weak, and the car overturned 6,000 orcs. The mountains of heads have made the Lorraine family a new prestige, and it will also be a continuation of the legend of the great surname of Lorraine.

Everything looks perfect, doesn't it?

"It's almost time to reach the territory of Bakaria. The envoy was very happy, and there were still a few hours to go before they reached the garrison of the Golden Horse Knights. Once there, he was completely safe, and nothing happened to him.

This time, the Kings definitely took Martin very seriously.

If Martin had dropped a single hair on the road, it was expected that the enraged king would have hanged them all on King's Road.

But it's fine.

Eight full-fledged knights, twelve ranger knights skilled in mounted archery, thirty royal horseback guards, and a sixty-man integrated ranger team, plus ten guards from Martin himself. On the flat terrain of such a coast, there simply would be no enemy who could stop such a detachment.

The only problem is that the equestrian skills of the protagonist of this triumphal ceremony are really bad.

Martin, not far behind the messenger, bared his teeth.

Horseback riding is really cool for a short time. Riding on a broad horse, it is a beautiful passage in countless novels.

In fact, if you ride a horse for a long time, you will suffer.

The bumps from the horse's back can only be used to absorb the shock of human flesh. When it comes to really fast rides, riders mostly choose to leave the saddle with their butts and rely only on their legs to absorb shock.

At the end of the day, Martin's inner thighs were worn out, and both legs seemed to be his own, and he almost lost consciousness. My back hurts.

Seeing Master Martin's face, the envoy also hurt. He didn't dare to push Martin too much, now Martin was a baby bump in the eyes of the king, and if Martin went to the king to sue him, he would never be able to eat and walk around.

"There's a campsite in front of us, and we're going to rest for half an hour. ”

The fixed camping point is a bit like a post station, and it is often a good place for merchants or troops to visit many times. It is generally on certain leeward slopes, and then there is a place with a wide view and convenient sentry.

Although there are no people left to receive anything, it is better to have a ready-made bonfire made of cobblestones, add some new wood to it, and you can do it in one click.

Martin got off the horse's back with Gal's support, and his legs were not together: "I'm a thief, no wonder I will become a looped leg after riding a horse for a long time." ”

A group of royal knights were laughing.

Obviously, this eldest young master, who couldn't even be a knight's apprentice before, at least a large part of the rumors are true.

The innermost spot of the campsite was given way to Martin, which was below the leeward slope. Several ranger knights on the slope were already in position, and they held longbows in their left hands, and even the arrows were taken out and lightly buckled on the strings.

Next to the bonfire, there are more than ten royal guards. Five people sat down to rest, and the other five remained vigilant with their left hands on the hilt of their swords.

Outside the campsite, a dozen or so rangers with one man and two horses changed to another horse, keeping them in a cruising state.

It can be said that this defense is already foolproof.

The messenger sat down and smiled: "Your Excellency Lorraine, do you still have the spirit? If you have the spirit, I will tell you in advance the details to be paid attention to during the triumphal ceremony." ”

"Probably. Martin replied angrily.

No one noticed that the sand behind Martin suddenly moved.

Martin, who was already exhausted, was waiting for the messenger to answer, completely oblivious to the fact that the space around him had frozen for half a second.

Suddenly, a strange figure appeared behind him, and then a flash of green light appeared, and a short knife of different species pierced through the back of his heart, and the horizontal blade completely dodged the hard shoulder blade, and stabbed directly into Martin's heart!

What a fierce knife!

What a vicious knife!

A stream of blood splattered out.

None of the guards reacted, and everyone only saw a green face with hideous fangs suddenly appear on the shoulder behind Martin, and then Martin's body stiffened for a moment, and a trace of pain appeared on his face.

Originally, this short knife would definitely have stabbed him in the heart!!

But at the end of the day, after Martin missed the special effect of [100% empty-handed white blade], he finally didn't forget to activate his ability to split the fruit, even so, the tip of the knife still sliced through the muscle layer at the moment when Martin's body under his clothes split.

In the eyes of others, Martin dodged the fatal blow with a violent twist at the last moment of the knife.

"Damn it!"

As an elite assassin, the green-skinned half-orc's face showed a hint of chagrin and disbelief, because after countless successful assassinations, his sense of his weapon had reached the pinnacle. He was convinced that Martin had been stabbed initially, but not fatally.

"Isn't this a weak human master, is it true that he killed a troll!?"

The orc assassin your Thorn was ordered to kill Martin, a 14-year-old human hero. Everything was perfect, and your took advantage of human inertia and buried himself under the gravel ground by the river behind this position, which is usually sat by the noblest people. It wasn't until everyone was seated that he opened an eye and confirmed that his target was facing his back to him defenselessly.

It should be a perfect kill.

Sensing the funny way he walked with his legs crossed, your wanted to snicker. Who knew that the little human master, who was originally quite clumsy, actually showed an agility that was completely incommensurate with his usual when he was in the nick of time.

Almost subconsciously, your flipped his wrist and slashed diagonally downwards instead.

At this moment, almost all the guards and knights saw the glow of viscous green slurry on the strange short knife that recurved!

Poisonous!!

The heart of the king's messenger almost stopped beating with fright.

It was at this moment that Martin made a move.

A gorgeous and swift turn made everyone around them feel as if a small tornado was blowing in front of them.

[Natsuhime Hachislash (Tempest Version)]!

The fierce sword slash that was launched in an instant turned into more than a dozen arcs of light, and the incomparably swift occupied the entire field of vision of the orc assassin.

No way!

In full view of everyone, the elite assassin had no time to dodge at all, and suddenly his body stiffened, and then he didn't know how many streams of blood spurted out of his body.

His whole body shattered into many pieces and fell to the ground, and at the same time, a somewhat dead head rolled to the ground.

"There are assassins!"

"Protect Lord Lorraine!"

Until this time, Martin's body was out of strength, and he didn't even have room to breathe on the spot, and the whole person shook violently, and he fell down unsteadily.

The king's envoy immediately supported him: "Someone!

At this time, something terrible happened, and the orc head that should have lost its life spoke.

"It's too late! The great orc god has chosen Martin Lorraine as a sacrifice for the hunting rite. That's not poison!, it's the mark of the gods!"

The green face, which was gradually losing its life, revealed a smile of madness mixed with piety......