At this moment, Loki didn't think much about it, and with an instinct in his body, he let go of the reins that he was still holding tightly.

There was a slight tremor from underneath, and the old goat, which was running wildly, suddenly let out a desperate hiss from its mouth, and it turned out that the sharp spear almost pierced the ram's body from behind.

Loki grabbed his short-armed crossbow with one hand and pressed the old ram's back with the other, and he didn't have time to mourn his loyal mount.

With the ram that fell suddenly, the half-elf boy's arms, waist, and legs suddenly used all his strength, and the whole person rose into the air slightly.

Due to the huge momentum inertia, the old goat rolled to the ground and broke almost every bone at the same time, while the half-elf boy was lighter, and with his body forcefully soared into the air, sliding a little bit in mid-air with inertia.

This is a life-and-death moment for Loki, at this time he has a lot of adrenaline, and time seems to stand still for him at this moment, and the chaotic and fleeing slaves around him, and the sharp breathing of the sitted beast, seem to have become a frame by frame of static movements.

Loki's eyes widened, and he futilely stretched out a palm to grab the saddle of a slave mount not far in front of him.

Luckily he touched it, but the leather of the saddle was smooth as stone.

The half-elf boy struggled to have any grip, and the four fingers of his left hand scratched in vain, and a tingling pain came from his fingertips, and he felt his fingernails scrape against the hard saddle and almost split.

Finally, the palm of his hand touched a leather clasp, and Loki's four fingers clenched desperately, and the inertia of the horse beast running forward made his arm ache for a while.

A strong desire to survive drove the half-elf boy to insist, no matter how painful it was, his left hand did not dare to relax a little.

The crossbow arrows in the rear seem to have a burst fire function, and two more crossbow arrows are set up in turn during the pursuit.

However, the pursuers in the frenzy were obviously not able to control their accuracy, and except for one or two unlucky ones who were shot and fell off, almost all of them rushed to the bank of the rocky beach.

"Slow down and dismount, get on the boat, get on the boat. ”

"Anyone with ranged weapons, all call back and take out these damn humans. ”

One of the orc slaves roared urgently, shouting as he threw his throwing axe backwards, and several strong mountain slaves grabbed their bows and arrows and shot them backwards as well.

Loki gritted his teeth, and instead of rushing to the ferry to take his place, he silently wound his crossbow.

The half-elf boy's left arm was a little injured and out of force when he pulled violently just now, so he could barely use his left hand to wind the crossbow.

I saw that he held the bow arm in his right hand, but he raised one foot to step on the crossbow string, and then the other calf touched lightly under the crossbow bow, and he actually relied only on his legs and feet to successfully jam the crossbow string on the machine.

After placing the bolt, Loki holds the crossbow in his right hand and drags it under the bow with his left hand to make a support point.

There was no time to aim, and the moment he raised the crossbow in his right hand, he immediately pulled the trigger, and the crossbow bolt pierced directly into the head of the horse beast sixty paces away.

The few small ferries in the rear had all been pushed into the water, and everyone rushed towards the boats, leaving Loki alone to wind up with his feet again.

The half-elf boy almost held his breath, and the crossbow in his hand was aimed at an old, noble knight in chain mail.

Loki already had a guess in his heart that this old guy should be the culprit of his hunting this time - old Harvey, the uncle of the dead ghost Quaid.

A 'hum' sound of a crossbow string reached Loki's ears.

He looked at the arrows that had been fired, and the target was Harvey Sr.'s head, the only one without armor.

Sure enough, an arrow light quickly swept through, and the old Harvey who rushed to the front, as if he was suddenly hit by something, the whole person was about to fall off the horse, and the fellow knight with the strength of a professional next to him reacted quickly and saved the injured old Harvey.

The half-elf boy sighed secretly, and the optic nerve image was almost immediately reflected as the crossbow arrow was fired.

That arrow shot more accurately, but old Harvey used to have the strength of a professional, and now although he is old, he still has the attributes of a fourth-level apprentice, and old Harvey seems to have felt the danger in a hurry, so he dodged a little in advance.

It's a pity that in the end, the crossbow arrow only cut a long bloody wound on Old Harvey's face, and there was no danger to his life.

It's a pity that this old guy didn't go with his dead nephew.

Loki spat at the mouth hard, and the speed of the horse beast would be fifty or sixty paces in an instant, so he didn't dare to stay for a moment.

He slung his crossbow as fast as he could, and following the direction of a few small boats just from the shore, he plunged into the water with a single leap.

......

In the cold water, the half-elf boy struggled to open his eyes, and he tried to swim a few times along the current, and soon saw several shadows on the bottom of the boat on the water.

One of his arms suddenly reached out of the water, and Loki grabbed the back edge of the boat with his right hand, and he surfaced and spat out a mouthful of water.

Since this is the port of the ferry, the water level is relatively deep, and the pursuit of the horses and beasts behind can only be stopped temporarily, but they are not helpless, everyone dismounts and takes off the bow and crossbow.

A few ferries that had just left the shore were immediately targeted, and in a small mass of arrows, the slaves suffered more casualties than they had just been pursued.

There is also a first-order warrior class who throws a short spear accurately, and can inflict serious injuries or death on slaves in almost every stroke.

Finally, some slaves could not bear it anymore and jumped into the water one after another from the small ferry, and it was not until this moment that the threat from the rear really diminished.

The Kuber River has a huge amount of water and a vast basin, and the span of the river section is generally relatively large, and the distance from the Wuta Camp ferry to the opposite bank alone is about 100 meters wide.

At the same time, the large amount of water and the open water surface caused the Cooper River not only to flow faster, but also to contain a lot of undercurrents, which can be seen in the gradual acceleration of the ferries.

There were also some knights in the rear who suggested finding a few larger ships to catch up with them, but because of the recent raids by the orcs in the Cooper River Valley, the merchants had decreased a lot, and there were many fewer ships here, and in a hurry, they could not find any ships to pursue.

Until this moment, there was finally no perseverance in the pursuit.

But the slaves are facing another crisis, some slaves who have just jumped into the river cannot swim, and the water is turbulent and undercurrent, and countless deep waters, even if they can swim, they may not be able to get back on the boat.

Loki felt someone grab his arm and pull hard against the boat, but he was not polite, and following the force, the whole person climbed to the boat wet.

The other slaves who were still in the water did not far, and some could not even swim.

Loki also helped save people despite his physical recovery.

But unfortunately, these ferries, which could not even make up the oars, could only rescue a few slaves who were slightly closer.

In the dark turbulence, Loki sighed, he even saw a few figures who were still struggling just now, their heads submerged in the water, and they never floated up again.

Of course, the half-elf boy knew in his heart that the death of these slaves was inseparable from him.

But the guilt was fleeting, and Loki was so determined that he shifted the blame for the increased hatred on both old Harvey and the big slave traders.

The powerful who careless about people's lives, and they all depend on them when they die?