"I can't fight. ”

"Just apologize and I'll forgive you, little one. ”

"No, if my grandfather knew that I was beating people down, I would have to be spanked. ”

"Draw your sword!" Niza's nose almost crooked, "or I'm going to spank your ass right now!"

The boy suddenly became angry, and he stood up with his unedged sword, and accepted Niza's challenge.

"Stop them!" the sheriff jumped to his feet in anger, threw away his light crossbow, and chased after him with his bare hands, his massive body blocking the view of the crossbowman behind him. The veterans glanced at each other, and the shouts moved the heavens and the earth to charge.

"Man, it's up to you!" the white horse man stood up, and the four of them galloped out of the large hole in the wall.

The terrifying sound of crossbow arrows sounded in the back of his head, the shouts of pursuit were heard far and near, the doors and windows of the streets and alleys were closed, and the trembling dogs leaned against the doors and screamed in terror and timidity at the four who fled. The torches that swam and pursued were like countless wriggling poisonous snakes, scattered and gathered in all directions.

"Ared, you broom star, broom star!" Niza cursed through gritted teeth, "Alright!

"If you don't take your claws off my chest, I'll let you fall apart now. Mathilde's face was gloomy, and he hated to kill.

"Bastard!" said Beymond, seeing that the horses carrying the four men were running with great difficulty, and the pursuers behind him were getting closer and closer, "run separately!"

The white horse panted and ran up to the stone bridge of the small river in the city, and Bemond hugged Blake, who had not yet reacted. Plunged into the water like a stone, "See you in the old place if you don't die!"

"Phew, you're going to die first!" said Niza, laughing, and galloped into the dark corner with Mathilde.

In the midst of the fire and the noise. A fully armored Iron Mask Knight stood coldly on top of the tallest wooden building in Dehrim, looking at the four people fleeing in the distance, a sneer on the corner of his mouth. He walked downstairs, and a tall black warhorse was waiting for him.

"Let's go, you and the person I'm looking for have already entered the net. From now on, I will reclaim my glory as I am. He gently stroked the black horse's forehead. Suddenly, he got on his horse and galloped towards the lower reaches of the river.

Niza and Mathilde crouched on their white horses and fled in a frenzy. The hundreds of pursuers gathered together followed in a chaotic manner. More than a dozen late soldiers cursed and shot crossbow arrows aimlessly at the bridgehead towards the river, as if to vent their anger.

The splash of water foamed very high, but the bottom of the river was so silent that not a single fish came up—and the rest of the people spat resentfully into the river. Pulling on his weapon, he slowly pursued the large army.

"Goo-" Algae-covered Bemond floated from the shadows under the bridge. He spat out a mouthful of river water with relief, and dragged Blake, who was already unconscious, with his right eye swollen high, and seemed to be eager to throw his friend into the middle of the river.

At the moment when they jumped into the water, Bemond saw Blake's beautiful big eyes suddenly dilute, revealing a complex expression that tried to faint immediately, his lips turned purple, and he nervously grabbed Bemmund's head and shouted. "No! I'm afraid...... High!"

"Quiet, Blake!" Bemmond covered his mouth. The cold water of the river invaded his mouth, "Woo...... Don't let anyone behind hear us. ”

"Save ...... Gollum ...... "But the teeth of the hill tribe warrior chattered, and he wrapped his arms around Bemmond's neck, and led the two men to the bottom of the river, stirring up the dim sand. Tough aquatic weeds wrapped around Bemmond's ankles, and the fishy river water poured into his nose and lungs, choking him almost suffocated, and after pouring cold water into his stomach several times, Bemmond pulled out his right fist with all his might, and happily aimed it at Blake's frightened right eye.

"Bang-" A low, short, muffled sound was remembered in the river, and a long string of bubbles gurgled to the surface. Then, when the river calmed down, the pursuing soldiers rushed to the top of the stone bridge, and looked down in the dim moonlight, but they only saw the faint flow of the river.

Two hours later, in the moat outside the city of Deherrim.

Two pale young men floated up on the surface of the river, they staggered up to the sand by the river, one gasping for breath, the other spitting out a clump of aquatic weeds, and fainted with his head tilted on the sand.

"You bastard......" looked at Blake, who was unconscious again, and the exhausted Bemond cursed breathlessly, he sat on the ground and barely rested for a while, then jumped into the icy river, and by luck fished out the sword Abriel who had sunk to the bottom of the river.

The cold moon shattered in the cold waves. Beammond gathered dead wood and firewood in the woods, hunted two hapless rabbits with stones, lit a fire in the flat land by the river, moved the wet Black to the fire, and warmed and scorched the frozen boy with the flame.

The aroma of rabbit meat awakens the hungry and icy mountain people.

"Let's have a string. Bemond quickly cut off a golden rabbit leg and handed it to him, "When I was a child, my family was very poor, we had no land, and for a long time I thought I was the child of an ordinary tenant farmer. At that time, my father used to take me to hunt on the hillside behind my home, and this is how I learned to throw and bow and arrow. Whenever my father and I walked back to the dilapidated hut with big and small game meats, and saw my mother leaning against the door looking at us with a smile on her face, I felt that it was my happiest moment. ”

"I grew up with my grandfather, and I can't even remember what my parents looked like. Blake's eyes turned red as a result of the meat skewers, "But I always thought my grandfather didn't like me at all." Until I was driven out of the tribe, my grandfather accompanied me for a full thirty miles, and without saying a word handed me three bags of roast meat and wine, both of my favorite foods. Watching him hunch over and walk slowly, I realized that he was really old. ”

"As long as I'm alive, I'll be able to go back to them. Bermond laughed, "Eat it." Dot. With all our strength, we'll sneak back tomorrow to find out about Niza and Mathilde. ”

"I'm afraid you don't have tomorrow anymore - the descendants of the Momiji of Nosamu, the descendants of the snow wolves of Bihov. A cold voice sounded in the background. Heavy horses' hooves pounded on the gravel-strewn riverbank, and the knight in Milanese full-body plate armor and a black winged and horned helmet rode his horse, "I thought I would let you escape again this time." ”

"From Jelberg to Dehrim, it's all you. Bermond pulled out the snow wolf's fangs and jerked off his leather armor, revealing horrific scars on his left shoulder and back. "I was trying to get an explanation for all my wounds. I was the son of a snow wolf, but I was chased by a swarm of flies for too long. He slammed Abilee into Blake's hands, saying. "I don't have much time to delay, hurry up. You are my friend. ”

"There's no need to be in such a hurry this time. In order to find and put an end to the story of Momiji Nosamu," the knight clapped his hands in a long voice, and the dark shadows of dozens of cavalry appeared outside the woods, "I have made enough arrangements. Just to completely erase all traces. So. I want two people who will never speak again. ”

"I want to go. However, you just saved my life. Blake looked at the knights and ambushers, and said lightly, "You are also my friend, Bemund." ”

"Oh, then......" Bemond's expression became solemn, "if we didn't die this time, we would remember each other." ”

The knight waved his hand coldly. Seven horsemen in strange black armor raised their spears and swords, and their prancing horses charged at the two men from the narrow river beach.

Seven horses struck like thunder. Immediately, the knight's sharp spear whistled, and the hair on their foreheads flew backwards.

The riding spear magnified in front of Bemond's eyes for a moment, and the glittering tip burned his eyes. He rolled on his side with great speed, avoiding the piercing of the first cavalry lance - the metal cone-tone gun missed a single blow, grinding a dazzling spark on the ground, and Bemond's eyes were like lightning, and he flipped the roaring fire with the snow wolf's fangs in the roll, and the burning red branches were densely turned like a meteor shower at the cavalry, so frightened that the first three knights' horsemen stood up, and the two unfortunate horsemen were thrown off their horses by the high-speed impact of the war horses, and made a miserable loud noise.

At the same time, Blake stepped back and turned sideways, and the lightning and flint swirled and slashed at the legs of the fourth and fifth cavalry horses, and the blade of Abile's sword crossed the spear and sword slash, and the loud sound of the wind even drowned out the neighing of the warhorse. The galloping horse was cut off by the warrior's front legs with a single blow, spewing blood foam and smashing to the ground, and the heavy body trembled to cover the two two cavalrymen.

The huge shock force made Blake take a few steps back in a row, his face was not a little bloody, and the tiger's mouth holding the hilt of his sword was bleeding suddenly. In the midst of the fire and blood, the charges of the sixth and seventh knights came one after another like a wave of rage.

"Blake!" Bemmond leaped from the ground and shot all his weapons with lightning in both hands. A throwing knife shot into the eye of the galloping horse on the left, and the fangs of the snow wolf roared and struck the right knight in the shoulder—the last two knights flipped upside down, but at that moment, the eighth knight charged with a prancing spear in the bloody light.

"Die!" the mysterious knight's horse galloped like lightning.

"Die!" Bemond roared and jumped forward, "Black!"

Blake gritted his teeth and stepped forward with his sword, and Bemmond slammed on the blade of Abrilee's sword, and his body flew up like an eagle, pulling out the snow wolf's teeth from the shoulders of the seventh knight who fell in mid-air, and slashed at the galloping Iron Mask Knight with blood in all directions.

"Hmph!" the knight sneered as always, "this time it's more than just a wound, Nosam!" However, Bemond made a swift turn in the air to avoid the knight's assassination, and the snow wolf's fangs sent out a dazzling white arc of light, slashing heavily into the knight's chest and abdomen in a high-speed stagger—the knight sneered and jumped up, spear like a serpent stabbing at Bemond's shoulder, bringing out a dazzling splash of blood.

In an instant, another slash slashed at the galloping horse in mid-air like a thunderbolt, and Blake leaped high and slashed at the knight with both swords - the Iron Mask Rider jumped on the horse's back with his spear, and the spear of the counterattack instantly cut Blake's shoulder blades.

"Let's go!" Bemmond jumped onto the horse, grabbed Blackcra, who was bleeding from his hands and shoulder blades, onto the horse's back, gritted his teeth and stabbed the knife in the horse's buttocks, and slammed the horse into the horse's run. (To be continued......)