"Why?!" Tandra roared, his body shaking violently, out of anger or disappointment. His eyes were extremely red, and he stared at the figure not far away, the figure who had stabbed himself into his already painful heart.

Sovereign, Mirza, Paslin, and even the aged old Sean were stunned, as if they had been spelled by the immobilization spell, and they stiffened as if they were so familiar with the figure, but so unfamiliar. Is this still the outgoing and cheerful Bet Ma? Is this still the chief of the guard who often drinks with him, and even sings a few songs casually? Many questions welled up in their minds, as if they were still running away from the most heartbreaking answers.

Their questions will not be answered. Betma did not speak again, but stiffly took two steps back, and finally, in the dust raised by the commotion, his face disappeared without a trace.

On the high platform, Oliver, the gatekeeper, is like a rooster choked by the neck, and a suffocating "cluck" sound comes from his constantly stirring throat. His face turned purple and his eyes widened, as if the next moment, the pair of cloudy eyeballs were about to jump out of their sockets. "Great, my lord, yes, it's their ......," he said, and collapsed on the ground like a deflated ball.

It all happened so fast that when Gadore saw the faces of Solveland and Paislin, his heart felt like a hammer had been struck. The avatars on the secret orders slowly overlapped with their faces, and all the doubts about whether the people who wanted to be in the Imperial Council were the young people who had entered Kugil were all dissipated at this moment. Only ecstasy remained in the sheriff's heart, irrepressible ecstasy.

"All the guards! catch them for me!" Immediately!" Gadore roared, drew his sword, and jumped straight from the platform. To hell with the riots, the losses, the ridiculous fires and murders. In his eyes, as long as he grabbed these two young people, he would get unimaginable, even unattainable benefits. For this reason, even if the town of Kugir is demolished, it will not hesitate.

"Hurry up, do you want to die like this!" Mirza yelled at Tandra, pulling a thick, sharp two-handed axe from the van. He could fully understand his old boss's pain at this time, but now was not the time to stand still in a daze.

The guards in front of the city gate had already reacted and quickly surrounded the truck. Sovereign and Paislin also moved, and the long sword hidden under the carriage quickly grabbed it in his hand. "Uncle Tandra, be careful!" shouted Sovereign as he looked at one of the guards who had raised his spear at Tandra.

......!!!A deafening roar erupted from the tower-like body, and the whole carriage fell apart in a round of dark light and shadow, broken sawdust, straw, and fluttering in the sky, and the frightened horses let out a terrified neigh. The next moment, the black light and shadow slashed through the guard's spear, and the blood gushing out like a spring of water rushed over the guard's shoulders and into the sky above his head.

The half-whirling corpse rolled to the ground, like a lump of limp of dead flesh. Tandra pressed the hilt of his sword, slamming the blade of the greatsword on the ground with blood on it. "Let's go!" he whispered to Essaouiran.

The procession in front of the city gate was in disarray, for these merchants, who had only dealt with gold coins in the past, they had never witnessed such a bloody scene. Countless cries spread out, and the crowd that had just flocked to the city gate was already running backwards at this time. Like a rushing river that is suddenly blocked by boulders, it is crowded, dazed, and chaotic, and the waves of life flow back to the river behind it, stirring together.

The sound of stampedes, cries for help, shouts, shouts, everything mingled along the riverbed-like main road, along with the scattered goods and the dust that obscured the sky, creating a miserable scene like the end of the world.

Gadore ran towards the city gates, and the crowd against the current severely hindered his speed. A beggar holding loot looked blankly at the sheriff at a loss. "Big, big ......"

In an instant, blood flashed, and the steel sword in Gadore's hand pierced the opponent's chest. "Get out of here!" he roared as he tossed the body aside, and the fleeing crowd screamed to make more room around him, "Close the gates for me!" he yelled to the captain of the guard at the gates.

"Yes, my lord!" the captain of the guard immediately rushed towards the winch next to the city gate, and just as he grasped the wooden handle with his hand, he was stunned by the sharp pain coming from behind him. Lowering his head slightly, he saw a sharp tip of the sword peeking through his chest, and he pulled it out without the slightest pause.

Turning around with difficulty, the captain of the guard slowly collapsed against the wall, and in his blurred vision he saw an old man with silver hair and a long sword that shimmered with golden light in his hand. He ...... Why did he ...... To ......"

Old Sean had torn off his robes and was alone blocking the few remaining guards at the city gates. "Thomas, Kuhl, keep the gates, don't let the gates close!"

"Yes!" Thomas replied at once, drawing his sword to meet the gate guards who had arrived from outside the gate.

The scarlet liquid splashed in the dust against the sun in the hot air, and the elder Sean slashed down the last guard beside him with a sword, flicked the blood-stained long sword, and leaned towards Sovereign and the others.

The situation in front of him is becoming more and more dangerous, under the command of Gadore, dozens of guards have entangled Soveran and the others, and what is even more terrifying is that more guards have rushed over from a distance.

Tandra wielded his greatsword to repel round after round of attacks, he was like a giant with golden streamers, countless dazzling golden sword winds exploding from his side, shattering the armor of his enemies and tearing open the chests of his opponents. Mirza defended the flanks of Essaoweran and Paislin, and although his lame right leg made him a little unable to move, the veteran soldier would always use his veteran experience to give the enemy a taste of lightness.

The longsword that the blacksmith gave to Essoran was indeed worthy of the name "Sword of the Loyal Guard", sharp, elegant, cold, and ruthless, this sword played a great role in Solveland's hands, and many of the stabbing weapons broke in an arc of ice-blue light before they could get close.

Old Sean glanced at the battle situation slightly, a layer of dark golden light gathered from his body to his left hand, and with a strong swing, several complex runes exploded into fine starlight above the heads of Soveran and the others, falling on them. Immediately, the movements of Soveran and the others were light, and the rhythm of the attack increased significantly.

The whole battle situation was slightly reversed because of this, and old Sean rushed forward, the long sword in his hand gathering power, getting brighter and brighter in the air, and becoming more and more dazzling. With a fierce slash, countless runes dragging streamers suddenly flew out from the sword's body, passing over Soveran and the others, and hitting the besieging guards.

Golden flames immediately exploded in the battle of "Papapapa...... and the guards who were hit screamed and flew out.

The stalemate suddenly slowed down, and Tandra took a deep breath, and his knotted muscles instantly rose fiercely. "Die!" With a low roar, the greatsword in his hand swung around his back and slashed from the top of his head to the earth.

The guards in front of him were completely sliced open, and the heavy greatsword even slashed into the dirt. Suddenly, in the fan-shaped area where the blade was pointed, four extremely long, golden slices of light flashed through the crowd.

At the moment when the guards were slightly stunned, countless screams accompanied by blood, fragments, and stumps splashed down from the air, pouring on the dusty ground, miserable, scarlet, and pale, like a purgatory of life in the daytime.

"Two Knights of Order?" Instead of feeling the slightest fear, Gadore, who had managed to dodge the mortal blow, licked his lips, his eyes flashing with even greater excitement and madness. "The bigger the better! the more important you are, the higher I will climb!" he shouted inwardly, and then ordered Fein, the lieutenant in the distance, "Take the men to intercept their retreat! Kill all but these two young ones! Kill me for five hundred gold coins!"

"Yes!" people are always the most greedy, and the guards, who had just been frightened by Tandra, immediately forgot all the dangers, stepped on the corpses of their companions, and the viscous blood plasma, and rushed forward again. For them, five hundred gold coins is probably an astronomical amount that they dare not imagine, and in the face of this huge amount of money, life, fear, and death are all devoured by the greedy **.

The battle became more and more fierce, and the little advantage that had just been gained was instantly wiped out under the frantic offensive of the guards. No matter how powerful the force is, it will be exhausted under endless sieges. All the guards who could be mobilized in the town of Kugir arrived, and in this endless slashing, the defensive position of Soveran and the others was crumbling.

As they slashed, they retreated in the direction of the city gate, and even Thomas, who was guarding by the winch, had already left Kur and joined the battle, fending off the guards on the right flank who wanted to close up and cut off the retreat. On the left, the burly Tandra was covered in blood, and the giant sword seemed to be wielding tirelessly, and in the puff of blood mist, the golden light emitted by the power of order on his body seemed to be dyed a bewitching red.

The long sword in Soveland's hand could no longer be seen in its original color, and the thick blood plasma was densely covered throughout the sword, and the slippery hilt seemed to be a very difficult thing to hold. The Paislin next to him was not much better than him, sweat mixed with blood splashed on his face, and the black disguise made him look like a demon with a grimace, only a pair of white eyes, staring at the hideous face.

This is the moment that Gadore is waiting for, the moment when this group of prey gets tired. As Sovereign struggled to pull his sword out of the dead body's chest, he moved. Like a poisonous snake that had caught a glimpse of an opportunity, a tricky sword light stabbed insidiously from the crowd and stabbed at Soveran's shoulder. His purpose was simple - to attack, to wound, to leave him behind, not to kill.

The aura of danger pierced Soveland's nerves like a steel needle, and he immediately instinctively swung his sword after several successive battles of life and death. A string of metal grinds with a "hiss-hiss......" sounded, and Gadore's sneak attack shifted direction, making a long cut in Soveran's left arm.

Sovereign took two steps back, the pain in his shoulder covered his forehead with cold sweat, and the old wounds on his body that had not yet healed had long since been ripped open in the heat of battle, oozing blood, and such a sneak attack made his situation even more difficult.

"Hold on! Veran!" Paislin clung to Soveland's shoulders and cried out, "Hold on!

"Catch them for me!" Gadore roared as he looked at the two prey struggling together, "Rush for me!"

More guards came rushing in, and they all saw an opportunity to take advantage of the situation, and if they could catch these two young men, wouldn't they get more gold coins than five hundred?

The old Sean who was guarding him was already a little unsupportable, his old body and declining physical strength made him feel that the long sword in his hand was getting heavier and heavier, and the only power to support him to continue to slash was his tenacious will, and the guards surging up in front of him made him have a little more determination to die in his heart.

"Die!" Just then, a blinding white light shot out from his side, swirling in a cloud of screams and sprayed blood, embedded in the chest of one of the guards. It was Mirza, the brave veteran who roared and threw his sharp two-handed axe with all his might.

"Hurry up, I'll stop them!" Mirza, like a mad beast, picked up a huge log scattered on the ground and rushed forward, and for a moment, countless guards were pushed to the ground by his unrivaled force. Smashing the heavy bars at the guards, Mirza trampled on the corpse and pulled out his two-handed axe. Then frantically picked up and gave up the defense altogether.

"Mirza!" Sovereign realized what the veteran was trying to do, and he yelled, struggling to pull him back.

"Drink ......" Tandra picked up his greatsword and forced the enemy back in front of him, "Lord Sean, take Essoran out......!"

Before Tandra could finish speaking, old Sean had already met him, and he looked bitterly at the venerable figure, and together with Peslin, he grabbed Sovereign and rushed towards the city gate.

"Don't let them run! damn it!" Cadore's eyes were bloodshot, and he commanded his men to catch up. But Mirza, who was desperate for his life, was so desperate that any guard who tried to get past him would be cut to the ground with an axe and unable to struggle. He was like a fearless warrior, frantically harvesting life after life, his wounds covered in the blood of himself and his enemies. Sometimes, it's courage, not force, that really scares the enemy.

Countless stumps and blood plasma were left behind behind by Soviran and the others, and the walls next to the gate were covered with blood stains that meandered downward, flowing and shocking. Getting closer and closer, at last, they crossed the gate, and in front of them was the road that stretched into the distance.

"Bite them, bite them for me!" Gadore roared, piling up the blood path that would lead him to the top with the lives of the guards. He will never give up, no matter how big the loss is, it is not worth mentioning in the face of the greedy **.

"Mirza!" to Sovereign's roar of pain, he saw the blacksmith slashed his shoulder with a sword, and the broad, solid figure swayed to the side.

Tandra wiped her eyes with tears in her eyes. "Take Sovereign away, I'll stop them!" said him, and slew the guards who rushed out of the gates.

"No!" Sovereign roared, breaking free of old Sean and Paislin's pull, raising his sword and crying out after Tandra. "Why do you all have to die? Why! My life doesn't deserve to be burned by you! Damn me! It's me......

At this moment, the wooden gate at the city gate suddenly fell sharply from above, smashing several guards under the gate to the ground, stirring up a thick cloud of dust. The staccato screams spread, and the sharp square wooden wedges at the lower end of the wooden gate pierced their ribcages like insects pierced by steel needles.

Tandra cut down a few of the guards who had run to the door, his voice already hoarse and muttering. "Mirza...... My Mirza ......"

It turned out that the blacksmith, at the last moment, leaned against the wall and cut the rope on the winch with his axe, blocking the pursuit of Gadore. At this time, he was leaning his back against the wooden gate, grinning blood, laughing at the fools in front of him.

"......Mirza!" shouted Soveland, kneeling on the ground, looking at the blacksmith who was close at hand, but separated from each other.

"I wish you ...... Good luck...... My ......" Before he could finish, a long sword pierced his chest, and the tip of the bloody sword hung through the wooden gate and hung not far in front of Soverain. Behind Mirza was Gadore's grim expression.

"!!......No," Sovereign yelled with tears on his face, his fingers digging into the rammed dirt, red blood spilling from his cracked nails. "I swear...... I swear by all the gods!I will tear you to pieces!!" His eyes spurted with rage, and he fixed on Gadore's face.

"Hurry up! Hurry! Mirza can't die here in vain!" Tandra, with red eyes, dragged Solviran up, took one last look at the city gate, and then turned on his horse and galloped away with the Peslin and the others who had caught up.

Gadore watched their fading backs and slowly pulled the sword out of Mirza's chest. "Tell me, you humble blacksmith, do you really want to die so much? Why? well!!" he wanted to see in the blacksmith's face, the unbearable pain in the blade of the sword that was slowly drawn.

Unfortunately, Gadore was going to be disappointed, and Mirza was gulping down blood, but he was still smiling. "Because...... Because of loyalty......" he spat a mouthful of blood into the sheriff's face, "but ...... However, you are afraid, you don't understand at all...... Hahaha......" After speaking, his head was slightly tilted to the side, and the two-handed axe in his hand fell to the ground and did not move.

Gadore wiped the blood from his face and watched as the blacksmith slowly slipped and fell. "Lift the wooden gate for me!Chase after me!Chase all who can ride a horse!" he grinned, his face full of disdain, and his voice was gloomy, "Well said! I want to see how long the loyalty in your mouth can last!"