It was also expected that the horse thieves would have time to regroup before they could rescue their targets. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info The number of people on the other side is just too much. However, it is still in time. After all, her goal was only to rescue the maid-in-waiting-like woman, not to crush the enemy.

Gently stroking the mane of her beloved horse, the next moment, the female knight raised the spear in her hand as if she had exhausted all her strength.

"Drink!"

Dazzling light burst from the tip of the spear, and the blinding glare robbed of almost everyone's attention and judgment.

- Now!

The female knight lowered her spear and whip back to her waist as fast as she could, and shifted her weight with her feet on the stirrups, ending her bent forward stance, and instead standing straight on the stirrups.

-- You only have one chance.

With one hand desperately holding the reins, the female knight made unimaginable movements on the back of her galloping horse. She shifted her feet to one side, resting her weight on the narrow stirrups on one side, lowering her body as much as she could, and extending her other hand far away.

"Catch!"

She shouted.

"Ahh

Feeling the softness of the maid's skin, which could be felt even through a thick layer of gloves, the knightess had no time to think about it, and with all her strength she threw her arm back—the maid weighed less than she had imagined—and threw it directly onto the horse.

"Ride!" will remain in a position on the side of the horse, and the horsewoman's mastery of riding is on full display, her body clinging to the horse's side, and her solid arm pressing against the other hand that crosses the reins, so that the maid lies comfortably on the horse's back. In fact, the female knight was no longer able to control the mount by adjusting the reins, so she now drove it forward with a single command, knocking the horse thieves in front of her, who were still confused by the bright light.

“...... Thank you. ”

The maid's faint voice came from the female knight's ears, but she was so engrossed in the situation that she didn't hear it all, only vaguely heard her words of thanks, and other things.

“...... If you can...... What's your name?"

"Jora. She replied without even thinking about it. Maintaining such a difficult maneuver, the female knight had passed through the messy line of horse thieves from the other side in an instant, and began to distance herself from the fellows who were reacting to what was going on.

Single-handedly breaking up the formation of more than 200 horse thieves, knocking out their leaders and incapacitating a tenth of them, she leaned all her weight on one stirrup while maintaining the stability of the saddle that carried one person, and in this series of short but fierce battles, Rao is female knight was already sweating profusely. She is a woman after all, although she has made up for it with years of hard work, but the strength and endurance of a woman are weaker than that of a man under the same conditions.

However, physical things are not all after all.

So, despite the exhaustion of her body and the fact that the magic had consumed a large part of her physical strength, she still drove her horse forward strongly, until after a long time, she confirmed that no one was catching up behind her, and she took a slight breath and relaxed her tense nerves.

"I'm Jora, the leader of the Independent Patrol Regiment of Gloriland. It's an honor to be able to rescue you from those vicious gangsters!"

It was only then that she suddenly remembered something and added, but her sweaty face under the helmet unexpectedly looked a little shy.

The horse was still galloping forward, and she had always maintained that posture.

"Allow me to express my sincerest gratitude to you......" Lying on the horse's back, feeling the "security" brought to her by the strong arms of the female knight behind her, Ilf smiled happily in her heart, as far as she was concerned, she did not like this kind of "security received from the strong". She doesn't like to play the "weak", however, she enjoys the part of her body that is a woman's nature.

- Really, we're not children anymore.

It is true that Irf has long passed the age of being called a "little child".

Having said that, her strength is really good, even a little better than expected. However, as an ordinary knight, this level of strength is more than easy to charge on a small-scale battlefield, in other words, as a commander, it is enough. But what......

If compared to herself, the female knight is too weak...... But it doesn't matter, yes, not at all.

In this world, combat skills are completely incomparable to magic. However, it doesn't matter at all.

Sometimes, being too strong will only add to your troubles. However, it doesn't matter at all.

No matter how strong one person is, he cannot stand up to an entire country. But, again, it doesn't matter at all.

So, what is important to you?

Irve smiled, and smiled very happily.

"Well, what's wrong?" Irve's sudden laughter made Jora a little overwhelmed. The two of them rode nimbly through the trees, and according to Jora's memory, it would take about fifteen minutes or so to reach an avenue.

"Aha...... Ahaha...... Nothing, we suddenly remembered something interesting. She wiped away her tears with her fingers.

I just experienced such a "dangerous" situation, and then I can laugh out loud like myself...... It doesn't scare her, does it?

The laughter simply couldn't be stopped.

"Huh...... Huh-huh...... Hahahaha!" Irve's inexplicable laughter did not stop, but intensified, and Jora did notice that something was wrong.

The point is, no, it's not the point for us, but it's important for this little girl, very important.

Irve pondered for a moment, and after making such a gesture that was only a little reminding, but undoubtedly ruined her previous image of a weak girl, she devoted three percent of her thoughts to thinking about what role she should play next.

However, it seems that there is no need anymore.

Shouldn't we remind her earlier, she's already been targeted, the Gloriland Independent Patrol Regiment, the captain......

Irve's laughter stopped.

At this moment, four black shadows burst out from behind the tree in front of them, and four white lights shot out at the same time, attacking the female knight from different directions.

"What?" Jora, who was tense because of Irf's unusual behavior before, almost immediately reacted to the fact that she had been attacked, however, now she did not have the idea and ability to resist between them, not knowing the exact number and strength of the enemy on the one hand, on the other hand, it was quite laborious to maintain the current movement here, not to mention, if there was really a war, one thing she had to do was to protect this woman......

Run away...... After a split second in her mind, Jora made a decision that was most sensible. Taking advantage of your mount in such terrain, it shouldn't be so ...... to get rid of these people

"Shhhh

It's no surprise that the tripping horse is here, as this simple and practical tool has almost gone down into history along with the term knight.

The mount was tripped and Jora had done her best moments before losing her center of gravity. The little space above the stirrups was not enough to borrow power, so she first let go of her arms, then hugged Irf, who was barely grasping the horse's back, into her arms, and then used the horse's body as a pedal to leap backwards. In a hurry, she couldn't help but use all her strength, and the female knight jumped a considerable distance in the air in a whirlwind, and at the same time, she actually "kicked" the horse that had already tripped and flew out.

In her heart, she said "sorry" to her beloved horse, in fact, Jora's kicking her horse away was equivalent to allowing it to dodge the four throwing knives thrown by the enemy, and the female knight did not land easily, the first action was to immediately put Irf on the ground, and the moment she turned around, an enemy figure appeared in front of her.

Pitch black cloak, assassin?

I immediately made a judgment in my heart, there was no time to think about the weapon now, and the spear broke free from the shackles of the buckle around the waist because of the fierce action just now, really, I really can't buy this kind of bargain next time. However, it would be ridiculous to think that you should actually use a bulky spear to fight an assassin who was known for his agility.

It's just ridiculous.

"Bang!" she raised her hand slightly, and with a swift blow like a wind, the Assassin who rushed in front of her flew into the air.

Overwhelmingly powerful.

"It's not peaceful...... Jora sighed softly, "So, who's next?"

......

......

......

It's very strong. It seems that his impression of her is about to change again. What I had just done didn't make her suspicious, suspecting that I was in league with the attacker...... The evaluation of you is going up again, "kind" lady knight.

Irf, who was guarded by a female knight who had lost her horse and weapon, watched the battle before her with admiration. The enemy is not an idle person, and every assassin is by no means an ordinary master, which can be seen from the body and tactics, but Jora's strength is still undoubted for these people, needless to say that one against two and one against three, even if it is one against ten, there is a great chance of victory. Pity......

It's a pity that Jora's state is not full, and she still consumes too much physical strength after all, which is very fatal. Another point is that the number of enemies is not at the level of five or ten, and Irph roughly estimated that there would be about fifty people.

Fifty Assassins? And none of them were ordinary Assassins, and it seems that the identity of the head of the Independent Patrol Regiment of the Republic is really important.

The question of who exactly is sending an assassin of this magnitude, or which side it is, is as meaninglessly emphasized as many times before, and it is not the point at all. Irve had been fond of this for a long, long, long time, and this way of thinking had influenced the people around her.

Probably, it's almost the limit.

Truth be told, seeing them take them down is what she would like to see more than expecting Jora to defeat them, and if she asks why, it's probably only interesting to answer.

There's nothing more exciting about a story than the protagonist being knocked down or killed.

Anyway, aren't we showing a little too bad, though no one can know......

"Drink!" With a burst of shouts from the female knight, one of her heavy legs sent an assassin flying upside down from the side. So far, there are seventeen men in black who have lost their ability to fight under her, but she has also paid a lot of price for this.

The helmet was knocked off, the shoulder armor was smashed to one side, and the light armor on her body was "scarred" although it blocked most of the attacks, and Jora did not suffer much damage except for a few abrasions, but the reason why Irf would conclude that she was about to reach her limit was precisely because:

Breathe.

Since just now, her breathing has become extremely messy, quite a feeling of being out of breath, the messy breathing means that her physical strength is about to be exhausted, and once her physical strength is exhausted, no matter how strong her martial arts are, she can only be slaughtered by others. In this regard, magic is much better.

Oh, here it is.

"Ahem. Just hesitated for a moment because of the sudden stagnation of breathing, the two flying locks had firmly locked her arms, the assassin's cooperation could be described as seamless, at the same time, the assassin who was standing in front of her swept the hall leg and destroyed her center of gravity, "poof", it was the sound of a sharp blade piercing the flesh, and the three flying knives accurately hit the junction of the female knight's armor from top to bottom, and the three of them flashed in the air, and the short knives with cold light and dazzling eyes had already appeared in their hands, stabbing at Ruora with the power of falling from the sky.

In the blink of an eye, the situation of the female knight was extremely bad, and even if she managed to dodge this wave of attacks, how would she deal with the next wave when she ran out of strength, and the remaining twenty or so people who had not even participated in the battle?

So, isn't it time for us to make a move, the scene of pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger should be quite exciting, right?

Just as Irf was about to stand up, there was the sound of a sharp weapon breaking through the air in the distance, followed by three dull sounds, the sound of three sharp wolf-tooth arrows hitting the three assassins in the air.

"The Commander is here, Brothers of the Patrol, let's get on!" With the roar of a dull man who sounded like he knew he was going to be the kind of foolish man who was often tricked around, countless riders rushed through the layers of obstacles in the dead woods.

Reinforcements are coming.

In other words, there should be no chance for us to make a move.

Just as Irf thought, more than a hundred riders with strong riding skills and long-range attack methods, oh, almost forgot that there should be at least one man who could fire three arrows in a row from a hundred meters away to "penetrate" the air target, such a group of people compared to more than thirty assassins who had already experienced a battle and could not grasp the opportunity to strike, the outcome of the battle should be said to be no suspense. Still, even with such an overwhelming disadvantage, the Assassins were desperate to complete their mission, and the belief that they wanted to kill the wounded Jora, whose hands were chained and had his hands chained, before the riders approached, was still interesting to Irf. Of course, the guy with such a plan had already been killed by a powerful arrow from a distance before he could stab the blade in his hand into the body of the female knight.

The situation reversed so quickly, it still makes people feel that these assassins are a little "tragic".

The maid licked the corners of her mouth gently.

It's over, but it's really a tepid progress, like most stories in this world......

Will it be the same?

Of course not, because we don't have a chance to show our strength yet. However, it shouldn't be too unexpected.

She asserted.