The "young" green-eyed man's voice was hoarse, and he looked at Anglie with blazing eyes. "My eyes can see you, it's exactly the same"

Anglie didn't answer this inexplicable word, he felt that this person's eyes did have an inexplicable powerful force, but this force was not offensive and defensive, as if it was a non-lethal, but unusually large fog, all compressed in these eyes.

He glanced at Helia behind him, the amnesiac man still confused and struggling, no longer paying attention to the movement.

Retracting his gaze, Anglie noticed that the short black stick that the green-eyed man was holding tightly in his hand was only the length of his forearm, and the two fingers were as thick as two fingers side by side, and the black surface was full of scratches, similar to a fire-pounding stick.

Somehow, Anglie had a feeling of extreme danger with the stick. Unlike the feeling of a stick, this green-eyed man was so weak that he could die at any moment, or a little stronger wind could blow him down.

"You're weird," Angliel smiled, his eyes flashed with a hint of blue, and the scanned images of the human body actually showed that the person in front of him was in a dying state, and could die anytime and anywhere. "It feels like you're going to die, but I think you're going to live a long time. ”

"Ignore him, young man, this guy is a madman, and when he goes crazy for a while, he dances and shouts and screams. An old woman reminded in a low voice on the plank on one side.

Another young man farther away followed: "He went crazy last night, and hit his head on the plank and almost died." Luckily, I hugged him with a few brothers, otherwise my head would have been smashed. ”

Anglie smiled, did not answer, rolled over and jumped out of the ox cart. "Alright, I'll go ahead first. My car is on the far right of the penultimate section in front. ”

Helia came to her senses. Looking at Anglie's figure, he opened his mouth to keep him, but he still didn't make a sound.

The green-eyed man lay back down. The short black rod was still clutched tightly in his hand. "You can't beat me," he muttered in a low voice, and more cracks slowly spread on the surface of the short black rod in his hand.

The man's turquoise eyes slowly swirled with green swirls, and the whirlpools were extremely hidden. If you don't get so close, you can't spot it at all.

Fine beads of sweat began to ooze from his forehead, and his face became more and more pale. "No one can beat me, no one!!" he seemed to moan. It's like I'm firming up my beliefs. The hand gripping the black rod grew tighter and tighter.

Angli, who had already walked far away, suddenly turned his head and stared at the green-eyed man, a trace of solemnity flashed in his eyes.

After Anglie returned to the car, on the third day, the convoy encountered another private convoy, and Helia inexplicably offered to leave the caravan, and I don't know when the beautiful man who looked like a girl appeared by his side. And the weird thing is. The green-eyed man also followed Helia out of the caravan, and by some means, he actually got the leader of the private convoy to agree to his joining.

Angel faintly felt that both the green-eyed man and the 'girl' who came from behind were coming for Helia.

He had a vague feeling that Helia might well be a key figure. Plus the ancestral blood of Helia has an inexplicable attraction to him. He also took Freira with him and joined the private convoy.

Hang the ox cart you bought at the back of the convoy and follow it slowly, not caring what the destination is.

Five days later

"Why should we follow them?"

Sitting in front of the bullock cart, little Freira asked angrily. The other day she wanted to play tricks on Angelle, and put the potato soup for lunch with the meat sauce of a few green-headed flies. It's a pity that Angel exchanged the potato soup for the two of them under the pretext that he suddenly wanted to eat her bowl of soup.

Freira's face was green, and she didn't dare to eat her bowl of potato soup with ingredients, so she could only nibble on the dry muffins until she finished eating, and then found a chance to throw them away.

Thinking back on this, a fire inexplicably rose in Freira's heart. The corner of his eye glanced at Angliel, how unpleasant it looked.

Angre sat next to her, a horsewhip in his hand, and leaned lazily against the frame of the car. Hearing Freira's question, he exhaled lazily,

"It was the first time I had seen a man look prettier than a woman, so I decided to follow the guy for a while longer. ”

"Didn't you say you're going to Syracuse?" Friella's eyes widened.

"I suddenly decided that it might be better to go to Truffle City. Angliel replied without changing his face.

"You guy," Friela closed her mouth speechlessly, looking up and looking forward.

A large white and silver-rimmed carriage in front of it can be seen through the window.

The middle-aged man named Helia and the man who was prettier than a woman sat side by side, with all kinds of dishes, fruit plates, pastries, and so on in front of them. There was also a golden roast goose on the middle table.

Across the dining table sat a lady dressed in black with elegant and polite manners, a beautiful and plump maternal face, long black hair coiled high, and a silver ring on her forehead.

The lady was smiling and saying something to Helia, and from time to time she gracefully and gently picked up a piece of pastry and put it into her mouth, and this indecent act of talking during the meal did not affect her elegance in the slightest.

Freira looked at the food on the table and swallowed unconsciously.

"I really want to eat it."

"Work hard, save a lot of money, and have a good lunch sooner or later. Angli on the side said with a smile. He ignored the roll of Friera's eyes and shifted his gaze to the right side of the convoy, near a lean horse in the woods.

The horse was thin and black, looking weak and weak, and the person riding on horseback was the man with green smoke, dressed in gray clothes, with the same miserable white face, and the whole person shook with the advance of the horse, as if he was about to fall off at any time.

"This man hides his strength," a guess flashed through Angliel's mind. "No, it shouldn't be hidden strength. His gaze rested on the short black stick in the green-eyed man's hand.

"There should be something wrong with that short stick" Anglie could feel the terrifying power contained in that short stick, like a bottomless abyss, and the pitch black power inside was completely out of sight. Even now, when he has regained his strength, looking at that short stick is like looking at the boundless black ocean, he can't see the edge at all.

"This man's own strength is not very strong. It's just that his soul seems to be extremely tough, and he fights against that short stick all the time. Anglie guessed, "A mortal with an artifact?"

Anglie senses. This green-eyed man seems to know very well how to control the short stick, but his own soul is too weak, so he is caught in a tug-of-war.

And in a tug-of-war. The man's soul itself began to slowly turn black, from pale blue. Slowly turn pitch black.

After observing for a moment, Anglie was about to withdraw his gaze. Suddenly, he sighed and looked deep into the dense forest on his right.

In the shredded golden sunlight, a group of people wearing black cloaks and red leather pants, armed with silver-white scimitars, quietly approached the convoy. There are about 10 people.

Their eyes were all focused on the green-eyed man on the back of a thin horse.

"Ember, I've finally found you again. The man in the black cloak who walked in front spoke, and the voice that came out was actually a sharp woman's voice. "I won't let you escape again this time!"

As soon as the words fell. The eyes of all the black cloaks lit up with a faint silver crescent moon at the same time. They picked up speed, all rushing towards the green-eyed man.

The green-eyed man raised his short stick and was about to meet the enemy, when he suddenly lowered his head and coughed violently. Blood spilled from the corners of his mouth. The whole body was crooked, and he fell from the horse's back with a bang, curled up with a painful expression.

The skinny horse was frightened and immediately neighed.

"What people!!"

"Kill them!"

The guards of the convoy spotted the raiding outsiders, and with the sound of swords drawn, more than a dozen red-armored guards divided into two groups, half to meet the enemy, and half to disperse to protect the convoy.

The guards and the black cloaks soon fought fiercely, and these well-trained guards were constantly repelled by thieves amid the clashing of weapons.

The red leather armor was completely vulnerable under the silver-white scimitar. Like tissue paper. All the guards retreated towards the convoy.

"I'm coming!!" In the largest carriage, the decadent mercenary Helia jumped out of the carriage and rushed over with a silver-gray straight knife.

He was like a silverfish, deftly avoiding several scimitars, turning around, slashing the throats of two thieves, and was about to continue to kill the other thieves, but was immediately stopped by a black scimitar. It was the leader of the thieves who had a strange voice earlier.

The two struck each other with scimitars, going back and forth around the tree. Both the guards and thieves around consciously avoided the two, and one of the thieves didn't pay attention to dodge for a while, and the leader of the thieves couldn't contain it with a knife, and cut off half of his head.

Anglie sat on the ox cart, with a stunned expression on his face, and glanced at the beautiful man who also got out of the cart covertly, with the strength that the man showed that night, it was more than enough to kill these thieves, but at this moment there was no sign of moving, just stood aside and sneered and watched.

Fortunately, he didn't see the man's face that night.

Yes!!

One of the thieves screamed and was kicked over and hit the wheels of the bullock cart by the two Angles. Turning over, the man's eyes were bloodshot, and his face was bloodshot with a scimitar, "Damn!!" he cursed in a low voice, and suddenly saw Freira and Anglie sitting in the driver's seat of the ox cart.

"Die!" he slashed at Freira.

"Don't be afraid, uncle, I'll protect you!" Friela didn't know when she was carrying the saw sword, her face was pale and trembling, but her body was dead in front of Angele.

Bang!

The thief's scimitar slashed and sank deep into the wooden frame of the carriage, and was not removed for a while.

Freira was stiff just now, and she didn't have time to react, but now she was frightened by this shock, and suddenly her spirit was lifted, and she grabbed the saw sword and stabbed forward desperately.

"Ahh

Syllable!

The saw sword stabbed into the thief's chest, and was slid away by the redskin armor that was close to him.

Freira felt something different, and when she opened her eyes and saw this scene, she froze. Suddenly, the thief's scimitar in front of him slashed down again. The bell slashed at the tip of the saw's sword.

The saw sword was violently warped by the reaction force, and the hilt of the sword actually turned in a circle and smashed into the thief's forehead. Boom!

The thief rolled his eyes and fell backwards.

Freira's eyes glazed over, and she didn't even know what was going on.

"Thank you!!" Angel pressed his hands on her shoulders with a touched face, "Thanks to you, little Rayla, I would have died here today!

Freira looked at the thief on the ground and then at the saw sword in her hand.

"Is it the hero's soul that is blessing me?" she muttered, after practicing sword skills for so long, she was too nervous to use anything just now. Instead, it is the enemy himself who stuns himself. (To be continued.) )