Escaping from prison didn't waste much work, and the journey to the lower city was even more uneventful. As Frey said, he did know a lot www.biquge.info of "secret paths" in Ice's Castle, and although he couldn't take Miloka to relive the joy of his childhood flying eaves and walls due to the limitations of his disguise, the shuttle between the back door and the tunnels of the tavern, the bookshelf-shaped secret doors in the last row of the library, and the narrow cracks between the houses were enough to make Miloka marvel at Frey's memory and insight.

Probably due to the tension of the fighting, the rebels did not have much force in the depths of the upper city, and most of the soldiers who passed by Miloca and Frei from time to time hurried to the front line, and there was no time to pay attention to the two guards who should have been holding on to the dungeon. But the closer they got to the lower towns, the tighter the rebels became, and the warriors tended to keep their eyes on the two for long periods of time, forcing Frei to lead Miloca into a deserted shop to avoid scrutiny.

"It's a hassle. Frey stood at the window, trying his best to avoid the outside world's gaze, carefully observing, "Judging from the observations along the way, the original owner of this armor should have been specifically responsible for guarding the dungeon. ”

Miloca's back was against the wooden door, and her left hand, which was clutching the hilt of her sword, was sweating and soaking the non-slip straps. "I'm afraid we'll have to find a way to change our clothes, my lord. He said.

"Not necessarily, with the armor off, we can run over the roof, but fast. Frey frowned as he stared at the infantry running past the window. He turned around and walked inside to stare at the roof, and began to plan a route to climb to the roof.

"Search every room!" a crisp male voice came from the street, followed by chaotic footsteps. The muffled sound of soldiers breaking through the door ensued, and several hooked axemen wearing long chain armor swarmed in.

"They're here!" the soldier shouted.

"Hell, kill them!" Frey didn't hesitate to rush at the leading soldier, his sweeping sword slashing through the swordsman's slash and stabbing him in the chest. Miloka swung his sword and attacked, his cumbersome armor slowing him down, but it didn't stop him from breaking through his target's defenses. Relying on the advantage of the spacious space indoors, the two quickly suppressed the soldiers at the door, but more soldiers took advantage of the fight to make the abandoned house impassable, and there were even archers who were standing by with their bows on standby, ready to launch a fire.

"Come out and surrender, coward!" the young lord turned and dismounted, handed over his thick cloak to his attendant, drew his sword neatly and danced in front of him, and said, "I can't wait to pay tribute to my father with your head." ”

"Benson of Fort Ooyu. Frey, who had just cut down the last soldier in the house, said dismissively. He kicked away the corpse that was blocking him and strode out of the house. Miloca's brow furrowed, and she stood in place in bewilderment, and although she moved her right foot, she didn't take a second step, and she tried to take Frey's hand and took it back. He looked at Frey's back with a confused gaze, trying to figure out his heart, but to no avail.

"I really can't figure out how the kind old duke gave birth to a beast like you. Bravely coming out and dying is really the only manifestation of the Escud bloodline in you. Benson raised his eyebrows, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and his eyes were full of contempt.

Frey followed Benson's example and swung his sword twice, then shot back with the same contempt: "You won my brother in a joust with such a showmanship? ”