The samurai in black leather armor galloped through the forest, the last man to flee from the imperial capital to the Boundary Forest. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 From the day of the event, the sky had been gray, and the rain was pouring down in the endless Toyaron Mountains and the vast Dora Plains. At first, the samurai who escaped from the imperial capital by moonlight could still take shelter from the rain in the carriage, but now the lone samurai can only try their best to wrap the baby in their arms in their cloaks, and run south without stopping for a moment.

The black-armored warriors were followed into the forest by a group of 100 cavalrymen, each dressed in dark red light armor, with long swords and daggers at their waists, some armed with short axes or light chain flails, and on the gray capes behind them, the dark red blood lion badge symbolized their identity, the O'Brien Private Guard. This is an army with rich experience in fighting on the plains, and they chased after the black-armored samurai of one hundred and fifty or sixty men, and each raid broke up the formation of the samurai like a wither, and also took a few lives.

However, the last samurai was right.

After entering the Boundary Forest, the cavalry's march speed was significantly slowed down. The Boundary Forest, which is densely wooded, overgrown with weeds, entrenched roots and branches, and intricate roads, is the stage for the Assassins, and after days of enduring it, it is finally time for the Dark Hall Samurai to show their skills. Several Darkhall warriors who were lucky enough to escape into the Boundary Forest took advantage of the environment to launch several counterattacks against the cavalry, and the results were quite fruitful. The Boundary Forest, where there was no wide road, was no longer suitable for a horse charge, and O'Brien's cavalry had to dismount and walk, but the horseless cavalry was like a legless chocobo, almost at the mercy of men. The cavalry was beaten into headless flies for a while, and it was not easy to stabilize the position.

Unlike the Dark Knights, who fought in their own hands most of the time, the O'Brien Private Guard was always a regular army that was a unit-oriented and teamwork-oriented, and once they were firmly established, it was difficult for the Dark Knights to have a chance to attack again. After several counterattacks, it was difficult for the Dark Knights to make any more gains, and their tactical goals gradually shifted from annihilating O'Brien's private guards to delaying the battle, escaping from the Boundary Forest as soon as possible and entering the southern realm.

However, the situation became more complicated as the Forest progressed deeper into the Boundary Forest, where the trees in the center were so dense that the footsteps of both fugitives and pursuers were greatly slowed. What's even more tricky is that the Dark Hall warriors were beaten by the elves in the Boundary Forest as poachers, and almost all of them were wiped out, and only one of them escaped. Even O'Brien's cavalry had been decimated by the elven attack, and it was in vain that he could delay the battle alone. The last Cryptic Samurai had no choice but to cover up as much as he could, and silently prayed to the gods.

The chase in the Boundary Forest continued for several days, and the Dark Knights and O'Brien's cavalry finally passed through the center of the Boundary Forest, and the road gradually became clear. When the Dark Hall Samurai came to a three-way clearing, the drizzle that had lasted for more than half a month suddenly became impatient. The samurai ran some distance along the path to the southwest, then turned back to the clearing to cover up the trail to the southwest, and then set out on the main road to the southeast—a wide road, presumably leading through the Boundary Forest—and soon after he set foot on the road, he re-disappeared in the jungle, and he made a large circle from the forest back to the clearing and hid in the trees, quietly watching the junction to the north. Two days ago, the last Darkhall Warrior had been able to quench his thirst by grabbing a handful of weeds, and he knew very well that such a state would not be enough to support him to reach the southern country, so he had no choice but to plot a big gamble. "It's a matter of success or failure. This phrase has been circling in the samurai's heart.

To the north, there was a rustling sound, the sound of riding boots on fallen leaves. O'Brien's private guards were only two dozen men left in the clearing at the fork in the road, their light armor strewn with blood, and there was not much left of their cloaks intact, a terrible condition thanks to the samurai lurking in the trees, who had been a brilliant hunter before joining the Darkener, and no one knew better how to quickly turn harmless flowers and trees into treacherous and deadly traps.

O'Brien's cavalry stopped in the clearing, and the leading officer carefully surveyed the two roads in front of him. "Do you want to mislead us into the main road, but you have escaped from the small road? The officer thought about it and smiled confidently. He divided his men into two teams, with about ten men heading southeast to the main road, and when they reached the road, they returned directly to Lionheart, while he himself continued to chase the rest of the men southwest.

Seeing the two groups of cavalry move away step by step, the Dark Hall warrior jumped from the tree and disappeared into the path to the north. The samurai knew very well that even if the cavalry were fooled, what they had done would not be able to hide from them for long, and the only way to do this was to hide the baby in their arms and then return to fight to the death, leaving the rest to fate.