They all carried their horses on their backs and ran very fast. Acarnes glared at them www.biquge.info and chased after them, and panicked refugees ran past her, and every now and then a few of them bumped into the petite girl with a broken arm, and almost knocked her down several times. She was so anxious and annoyed that she almost couldn't help it, and used the blade to teach the refugees who dared to block her path a cruel lesson.

The refugees were eventually caught up by Arcanis, who slammed the back of the unkempt refugee with the back of her knife while shouting, "Give me back my booty." ”

The barefoot, fast-running refugees screamed in pain and ran faster.

"Quick, quick, let go!"

Arcanis swung his scimitar vigorously and whipped them a dozen times, and one of the refugees was so pained that he shouted, "Molly, run!"

Then he pounced on Arcanis, grabbing her waist with both hands, and the girl with the broken arm dodged, but her cloak was grabbed and she almost fell to the ground.

"Let go!"

The back of the knife slammed into the refugee's hand, and Arcanis stared angrily at the refugee tugging at his cloak. He fell to the ground, clenching his teeth, his face full of hateful stubbornness.

"Otherwise, I'll cut you thief!"

Arcanis shouted as he glanced at the carcass of the horse that had been lifted by seven men ten meters away. He didn't respond, so the back of the knife slammed into his face. His face was swollen and blue, black and red blood, mixed with dust, making his face bloody. But his hand did not let go at all.

The horse's corpse was farther away, and the refugees who had been pestering her, the shoulders hurt from the refugees, and the hunger, and a wave of anger burned into her brain like flames.

Die to these thieves!

She screamed, slashing his fingers with one and two cuts. He finally cried out, his hands raised, and his face was guarded. Arcanis raised his scimitar, and he finally spoke,

"Merciful!" he pleaded.

But it didn't work, the originally green and clear eyes of the girl with the broken arm had been dyed with a trace of murderous blood red. In her eyes, the refugee with the severed finger in front of her is no longer a husband, a father, a human being, and an intelligent creature like her. It's a damn, damn shit.

Unreasonable, despicable and hateful, full of cheap bones! Look at this disgusting appearance! Give a little mercy to inch in, and only to start a threat to know that begging for mercy can only take advantage of the pity of others! She wants to see how hard his cheap bones are!

She roared and slashed him in the shoulder and his neck with another.

"Wow whoa!"

The smell of blood and the food still running away from her in the distance drove her a little crazy.

She struck the man who dared to stand in her way with the back of her knife, but there were still people who wanted to take advantage of the fire to take advantage of the fire, to pounce on her, to snatch her scimitar!

"Stop getting in my way, bastard!"

She screamed as she cut off the head of a guy who didn't have long eyes. Arcanis catches up with his stolen loot, precious food!

"Let go!"

She ran up to a woman and shouted.

The woman's swarthy face was terrified, and her hands, rough as bark, clung to the horse's legs.

"Die!"

Arcanis's face was made even more terrible by hatred, and she slashed at the woman's back, slashing into several bones!

"Die!"

She drew her scimitar, which was covered in blood, and slashed hard.

The woman fell to the ground with a wail, and Arcanis was about to grab her booty when one hand grabbed her bare feet and fell to the ground.

"Damn it!"

Arcanis gritted her teeth, squeezing the words out between her teeth, and turned her head to stare at the black, rough hands that had grabbed her bare feet! A few traces of blood red crept into her green eyes, and she slashed off her fingers and slashed into the woman's head.

Then, standing up, anger reigned even more. Rushing at the refugees, this time she didn't warn them again, but instead stabbed them in the back, cutting off their heads and stabbing them in the waist.

The killing was so fast that at last there were three refugees left, who put down the carcasses of their horses and ran.

Arcanis leapt forward, hacking all three to death.

This chase made her tired and hungry, sweating profusely, and she walked to the horse's corpse,

Panting and looking at the skinny horse on the ground, she licked the blood that had splashed on her face, salty, actually felt delicious, she felt some disgust, and some moral pain. Arcanis calmed down a bit, holding a scimitar to protect his property.

This time, no one dared to take her food away in front of her.

After she had rested for two minutes, the two-legged dogs rushed up, and they snatched anything of value from their masters under the whip of hunger and their masters.

Arcanis hacked to death ten two-legged dogs, with a fat robber.

"Come on, come on!"

She didn't have any psychological burden on killing robbers.

The stalemate lasted for ten minutes, and the two-legged dogs formed a circle, and the robbers, reluctant to eat the delicious horse meat, ordered them to flock to the girl with the broken arm.

As a last resort, Arcanis had to move, slashing as he went, or he would be thrown to the ground by the two-legged dogs.

The hateful two-legged dog, which is not like a man, put a dirty and blackened rope on the horse's corpse, and dragged it away. The broodoo-armed girl glared at them, blocked an attack, dodged a grapple, slashed down a man, cut through the enemy, and ran towards her own booty.

A stone slammed into her face, and Arcanis didn't feel any pain at all.

Seeing her approaching, the two-legged sheep ran faster, and Arcanis finally caught up and cut a rope with a knife. The speed of the horse's corpse suddenly increased, and it turned out to be a cavalryman who had pulled the rope.

Looking at the horse corpse that was about to flee from her, the girl with the broken arm immediately pounced on it, pounced on the horse corpse, tried to grab the horse corpse with her left hand, and cut the rope with her right hand.

When the girl with the broken arm stretched out her left hand, she suddenly realized that her arm had already been severed. In the lightning, she slipped off the horse's corpse, and she quickly inserted the scimitar into the horse's corpse, and the sharp blade cut off a horse's leg for her. She lay on the ground and watched as the horse's corpse flew away from her in a cloud of flying dust.

"Damn it!"

She slowly stood up and looked at the poor forelegs of the horse on the ground, this was the only trophy she had left, the skinny little pony legs that she had stolen from the mouths of others with all her might.

She was suddenly angry with herself, angry that she had lost her left hand.

Not only is she easy to be discovered, but she can't protect her precious food.

A crossbow bolt struck her in the back, and Arcarniston paused, turning to look at the robber not far away.

She sheathed her scimitar and leaned down to pick up the horse's legs, and the crossbow bolts fell from her.

Another bolt of crossbow still didn't hurt her.

The robbers were stunned, and Arcanis put his horse's legs into the extradimensional pouch and waved his blade defiantly at the bandits.

The robbers decided not to trouble the girl with the broken arm, so they ordered the two-legged dogs to leave.

Arcanis sat on the ground and looked coldly at the crowd running around him, and he didn't know how long it took for the crowd to recede, and the noisy voices went with the flow of people. She looked up at the cloudless sky, showing no sign of victory, only feeling that she had come back to life from some kind of catastrophe.

Suddenly she heard the sound of horses' hooves in the air, and Arcanis turned her head alarmedly, and saw a troop of Jofian cavalry, about twenty of them. They were dressed in light armor, their vital torsos protected by a single piece of polished metal, blue feathers on their helmets, bent over in the wind, a few wands pinned to their waists, and elemental mages in their ranks.

The light cavalry walked through the scene of the "post-disaster", and the surviving refugees stared blankly at the cavalrymen in bright armor.

Are they chasing robbers?

No, it's not.

Instead of chasing the robbers in the sky, they sped down the avenue, occasionally throwing paper at the gathered refugees.

"Provide information about wanted criminals! Reward a bag full of bread and water!"

They shouted at the refugees.

Arcanis pulled up his hood and walked in any direction.

The cavalry passed by her, and suddenly someone shouted to stop,

"Did you kill these people?"

The girl with the broken arm did not stop, trying her best to hide her broken arm with a loose cloak.

"I said you, stop me!"

One of the horsemen shouted fiercely and rode towards the maiden, and Arcanis stopped. She touched the scimitar at her waist with her bracelet and withdrew it.

His companions stopped,

"Hey, what are you doing?"

"Catch the wanted criminal. ”

He replied.

"Misfortune doesn't come alone. ”

Arcanis turned, his head bowed, and secretly looked at the nineteen horsemen, thinking about how to escape.

She was in an open field, and the nearest woods were a kilometer away, and there was no doubt that the terrain was a great advantage for the cavalry.

The cavalry drew closer and closer with their swords in hand......