The forest was enclosed, and there were not many places for him to hide, and Doran searched all the bushes near the bush he had pushed him into, but there was not even half a human figure.

Her heart rose higher and higher, and her face became more and more heavy. Just as she pushed aside another clump of vines and was about to go deeper into the woods, she heard a rustle in the grass not far away—she drew her sword sharply and whispered, "Who is it?"

"Sister Dolan," the dwarf shadow in the grass whispered, "it's me, Xiaowei." ”

Dolan let out a sigh, "Did you see Uncle Lin?"

"No," Xiao Wei shook his head, "you told me to come and see him, and I haven't found him yet." ”

The tall girl stared at him stunned, and the knuckles of the hilt of her sword gradually turned snow-white.

After a while, she reached out and pinched her throat a few times, as if it was aching, and then said a little hoarsely, "Let's split up—"

She was only halfway through her sentence when she was cut off by a tumultuous commotion outside the jungle. Doran raised her eyes red from the smoke, and found that the noise was not like the shouting and fighting just now, but rather a bit of panic - faintly, she seemed to hear someone shouting, "Your Excellency, wake up!"

Doran's heart thumped, barely believing her ears.

"You're looking for Uncle Lin here," the blood flow suddenly accelerated, making her face slightly itchy. Dolan hurriedly instructed Xiao Wei: "No matter what, you must find him!

Seeing that the golden red head like lion's hair nodded up and down, she patted Xiao Wei on the shoulder, said "I'll go back!" and quickly rushed in the direction of the Knight Chief, and the grass and shrubs under her feet were also pushed by Gaia in the depths of the earth, like water waves, fleeting with her steps.

To her surprise, Dolan was not hindered.

Even she herself didn't expect that the Angel Family Army and a small number of Holy See cavalry regiments, which were still in order just now, would collapse into a mess in just a few moments. One man after another hurried past her, and if it weren't for the fact that their clothes hadn't changed, Doran would have barely dared to recognize them—the white banner representing the Holy See, and the family flag with a steeple house painted on it, were swayed by the turbulence as if they were about to fall.

Doran rushed behind a bush and squatted down. As the squad of archers approached, she could even hear the liquid in the flasks around their waists clinging.

"Don't run away! I'm the leader of the second column, and I order you to tell me what's going on in the rear! What the hell is going on with Your Excellency the Knight?" roared in a murky voice in the lead.

"I, I...... I don't know!" Another male voice with a slightly immature voice said in a panic: "He, he fell off the horse, I'll help ...... But, but I can't help it...... It's all soft ......."

When he said this, he suddenly realized something, and his voice was sharp: "Who are you talking to? I am the servant of His Excellency the Knight of Anlu, the second son of the Myrsey family, and my father is Baron Myrsey of Sunset Mountain!

If it weren't for the internal and external troubles at this time, Dolan almost showed a smile.

After the second son of Baron Myersey gave the order, he saw that the unfortunate squad leader had indeed obeyed the order, and immediately ran away with the wind under his feet and disappeared. Duolan waited for him to go far away, hurriedly bent his waist, followed the squad leader and a few soldiers around him from a distance, and plunged into the aristocratic army.

She was already tall, and after putting on a dead man's helmet, no one in this chaotic army noticed that there was an extra civilian girl beside her. She followed the flow of people and squeezed into the middle of a group of soldiers who were gathering more and more—something was going on in front of her, and it was like a magnet that drew more and more people in this direction.

On the faces of the soldiers, which were covered with beads of sweat and blood, they were all dazed. She was in the crowd, like a broken log floating and sinking in the waves, pushed back and forth by waves of people, but finally squeezed away from the crowd little by little, and saw a clearing in the center.

Under the glittering light of dozens of torches, the first thing she recognized at first glance was not the Knight Captain Anlu, but his clothes.

His attire was characterized by the pompous and elaborate garments of the nobility, but it gave birth to a kind of luxurious beauty: the thin cuirass was polished so that it was impossible to open one's eyes, and the cuirass was covered with intricate patterns and coats of arms, which seemed to take at least half a year for a craftsman. When I got closer, I realized that Dolan didn't know what it was used for seven or eight out of ten aristocratic clothes - but it didn't matter.

The important thing is that the head that pokes out of the breastplate and the collar of her underwear, she is completely unrecognizable.

The hair is still there, the mustache is still there, still shining in the firelight. However, his face was all wrinkled, dry and sagging from his facial bones, and if he tried to make out it, there seemed to be a faint trace of the five features of the Knight of Anlu's face that seemed to have been completely drained.

His eyelids were completely closed, and they looked like two pieces of dehydrated crumbs, barely stuck to the yellow eyeballs, as if they could peel off when the wind blew.

Under the cover of these two pieces of skin, the dull eyes of the Knight of Anlu stared straight at his falling spirit, but its reflection could no longer be reflected. The dollhouse fell to the ground, long lost its glowing color, like an old house in disrepair, decayed and collapsed, and even the red roof tiles were dimmed into a deep black like old blood.

Dolan looked at the lifeless dollhouse in horror and slowly frowned. From where she was, she couldn't see the inside of the dollhouse, and she didn't know what had happened to the fallen spirits that had been taken away.

"Yes...... Who did it?" in the midst of the humming, thunderous murmur of the crowd, someone kept shouting the same sentence, which sounded very harsh.

"It's over...... Angel's Fallen ......"

"Angel's family will never let us have a good ......"

"Run away," someone said, "go back to be a tenant farmer......

"It's the Devil of Chaos!"

I don't know which soldier screamed, and Dolan, who was in deep thought, trembled—"I know, it must be the Chaos Devil!" Everyone in my hometown knows that he is the enemy of our great god......

Another country legend. Seeing that the attention of the people around her was attracted away, and there was nothing to see here, Dolan quietly stepped back.

She had just taken two steps, but she didn't expect that she had stepped on another person's foot with a heel on her heel, and she screamed in her heart, and her shoulder was immediately grabbed by the person behind her—"Do you have long eyes?"

A man covered in sweat and rough skin had just cursed, and suddenly looked at her and slowly narrowed his eyes.

Dolan slammed down her face, and before he could scream, she jumped up and grabbed him by the collar and whispered, "Gaia!"

The earth shook heavily, and clods, grass roots, and stones suddenly gushed out like a fountain, and a long shadow wrapped in the mud and sand threw itself at the man's face. "Falling spirit!" the voices cried out together, and the heavy uneasiness that had frozen in the air exploded at once, and the people fled, cried, fell, and drew their swords, and several bright steel reflections around them stabbed at Doran in unison.

Too late to engulf the man in front of her, Gaia swept through the mud and sand, knocking the crowd to the ground, and even if it hadn't been touched, the dust it rolled up could leave a bloody scar on its skin—countless people covered their eyes, screamed in pain, and crouched down, knocked to the ground by their colleagues, and tripped over many more, like a chaotic picture of hell.

Dolan didn't dare to look back. As soon as Gaia opened a gap in the crowd in front of her, she hurriedly brandished her long sword and rushed out, and behind her there were cries of "Catch her!" and some even shouted, "These rebels must have come in and killed the Knight Chief!"

"Has she fallen into the Spirit, give her to the Angel family!"

She didn't know how far she had run, and when Gaia suddenly raised her head from the earth and was about to pounce on the earth, Dolan happened to see the dusty and bloody faces of the people in front of her, and hurriedly called out for her falling spirit.

The eyes of both sides met, and they both exhaled a long breath.

"You killed the knight?"

A young man with bones on his face asked, beckoning his fallen spirit back as well—as if the moon had suddenly been obscured by dark clouds, and a faint darkness vanished in mid-air and disappeared over his shoulder.

"No," Doran shook her head and spat out two words, but no one seemed to hear her - the pursuers caught up, and Tutan was the first to raise a pair of blood-red eyes, looked behind her and roared, and a white fire lit up the night sky with a bang, and rushed straight to the noble army behind.

For a moment, she was like a rock standing in the middle of a rapid, and the angry villagers swept past her like a flood, and the wings of the fallen spirit spread out in the sky, and the wind swept Dolan's hair so hard that she could not open her eyes.

Although there is still fighting, the battle is over. Without the Knight Captain Anlu and his fallen spirit, the remaining soldiers, no matter how well-trained, would not be able to resist these poor country ghosts who held swords for the first time.

Plunging the tip of her sword into the ground, Doran held it up straight. She listened to the shouts behind her, and closed her sour eyes—on the battlefield just now, only a field of smoke and fire remained, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of blood, iron, smoke, and the faint smell of urine. She tried to take a deep breath, but she almost retched.

She turned her head to look at the aristocratic army behind her who were scattered and fleeing under the power of the falling spirit, and whispered to Gaia, "You throw all the rocks down on them." ”

These words came out of his mouth, but the ground at his feet did not move at all.

As soon as Dolan frowned, goosebumps suddenly rose all over her body as if she had been struck by electricity, and for a moment, her heart beat so violently that it almost seemed to rush out of her chest—she drew her long sword, turned around sharply, and was stunned, but she couldn't help but breathe a long sigh of relief.

Gaia couldn't speak, and this was the only way to remind her, which startled her.

"Uncle Lin," Dolan cried out with relief, "where have you been?"

Lin Junyou stood in the half-light and half-darkness of the firelight, his face pale, and his long eyelashes trembled and cast a shaky shadow on his cheeks. Like a ghost waking up from a big dream, he raised his hand to cover his forehead and whispered, "I...... I almost got caught by them and had to hide......"

Doran threw away her sword and ran up to support him in a few steps, and suddenly smelled the familiar aura on him again, only this time it was not so refreshing, mixed with the faint smell of sweat and the iron smell of blood.

Lin Junyou held her shoulders as if he had finally found support, and through his clothes, Dolan could clearly feel the warmth of his palm.

"I ...... I killed a soldier," his voice trembled slightly, "his blood...... It's hot, and it's full of ......."

He still had dried blood on his hands, and there were black and red threads hidden between his fingernails. Lin Junyou grabbed Dolan's hand and repeated in a hoarse voice, "I measured his breathing...... Several times, I tested it several times. Nothing...... I—I'm actually killing someone!"

For the first time tonight, Doran felt her throat clogged.

She let Lin Junyou hold her hand, held him and whispered comfortingly: "It's okay, it's okay." Come with me, let's rest for a while, okay? Trust me, everything will be fine. ”

Lin Junyou didn't seem to listen at all. His fingers were cold, trembling on her skin like a frightened butterfly, and even his lips had lost their blood, glowing cold pink in the night.

Dolan killed a fallen spirit with her own hands and ordered Gaia to kill two soldiers, but only now did tears glisten to her eyes.

"It's alright," she whispered as her gaze rested on his lips, "it's alright." ”