Lying behind the bushes nearly two hundred meters away from the knights' ranks, looking up at the inverted sky that was gradually darkening in front of him, he slowly sat up and looked to the left.

The sudden fall of two horses in quick succession caused the knights behind to crash directly into them, and it was very difficult for them to dodge in the woods with natural obstacles.

"How are you doing?" The people who didn't hit the rear asked the six knights who were hitting the street.

"It's fine!" The knights gritted their teeth in response, and he scrambled to his feet, finding that the men who had crashed into his horses were even worse.

"The horses were badly wounded, and the legs of two of the servants were crushed." Said the knight who came to check it out.

"The wounded horses are abandoned, the people are on the other horses, and we continue to hurry!" The knight shouted, it was already dark.

The knights continued on their way, much slower, and as long as they did not fall, they would walk slowly and walk out of the woods in an hour.

"How are you?" Muer appeared next to him sitting on the ground and asked cautiously.

He looked back at him, nosebleed slowly, and it wasn't until the knight was far away that he vomited.

"Nothing." Feeling much better, he said, "You really can't use a single spell technique in two ways. ”

"That's really nice." Mul breathed a sigh of relief and said, when he saw that he fell straight down, he thought he had been shot.

Standing up, he was helped by Mul to the hoof-bound horse, and then began to follow the knight laterally, and the horse was a little more presumptuous than they ran, and soon circled in front of them.

"Soul imprisonment." The dismounted man unleashed his magic on the foremost horse.

"Bang~" The war horse fell, the knight's foothold was not well grasped, and when he flew out upside down, he landed on the ground by the neck.

Fortunately, the speed was not fast enough, and everyone's spirit was also tense, and when they saw the accident, they ran forward to check it out, and the pathfinder was sacrificed.

"Light the torch, take his corpse, and we'll walk slowly." The knights discussed the decision and said.

"Sage." Watching the knights break the tree, Mul handed over the crossbow, which was the Templars' equipment.

He raised his crossbow and aimed at it a few times, but finally put it down, there were too many trees to kill him in one hit.

"We'll go back to the castle and wait for them." Teaser said.

After walking in the difficult forest, the knights finally walked out of the woods, imagining that the scene of the leading knights lighting a fire and complaining about why they came back so late did not appear, and it seemed that there were only about 20 of them left under the canyon.

"Camp in that clearing." The knights said, sticking their torches in several locations around them, and then letting the servants collect firewood.

"Why not there? I feel that it is much better in terms of defense and cold. Youhu asked.

"Where heretics lived, I felt that there was a lot of foreboding." The knight looked at the abandoned castle, "It's like an old coffin with the lid open." ”

The servants shuddered when they heard this, and hurried to the vicinity to collect hay and wood, and in a short time, the bonfire with light and temperature was lit.

There were no tents, but some ingredients were brought with them, and the knights roasted bread and beans around the campfire and drank beer.

"I'm afraid there was an accident with those people."

"Who knows."

"This heresy is cunning enough, so many of us have been tricked by them."

"Their lack of daring to fight us head-on shows that they are afraid of us, and their strength is simply not enough to fight against so many knights, we don't have to worry, you also saw it when hunting heretics, peeling back their mysteries, they are no different from serfs."

"That's right, after dawn is when they die."

Hiding in the corner of the castle, he silently looked at the firelight, and stood beside him with a bag of beans, Muer, he looked at the Sage, and whispered, "It seems that the beans collected are not needed." ”

"No, it's food." "I'll go and take a break, and you call me when they're asleep." ”

The noise outside gradually subsided, and he lay on the hard stone slab, dreaming that he was recognized by many people, some of whom he knew, and some of whom he did not know, and even the witch Lucy appeared in the dream, and she had to give birth to a monkey for herself, and then she woke up.

"Sage, they are asleep, and there are four servants who are keeping vigil in two directions." Mull woke him up.

"Got it."

He walked out with his crossbow, and he found an angle fifty meters away, and while one of the two was dozing, he magically imprisoned one of them, and then shot a well-angled crossbow arrow.

The slight sound of breaking the body did not make the knight who was napping with his head bowed to sleep, he was too tired, from morning until now, the knight lord and his companions could rest, and he was still on vigil, so dozing off was forgiven.

"Oh~" Just as he suddenly looked up from sleep, a crossbow arrow shot through his throat again, and in the dark night, he made a frightened sound, grabbed the crossbow arrow on his throat with his hand, and died like this.

"What are they doing?" The two night watchmen in the distance diagonally looked at the movement on the other side, and the two servants seemed to be sitting next to each other.

"Don't spoil their good deeds." The other glanced hazy and said disdainfully, "It's not that nobles have this kind of habit. ”

"Then we... Well! As he was saying something, he saw a crossbow arrow shot into his throat, and someone seemed to be running in the darkness in the distance, but his companion turned a deaf ear to himself and behind him, until the heretic who appeared slowly lowered himself, and his companion did not move.

It's just that before his consciousness dissipated, he seemed to see his companion's frightened expression, was he so frightened that he couldn't move?

He carefully put down Hu Cong, and then waved the dagger with his backhand, Hu Cong only felt a sharp pain in his throat, and he recovered himself, but the next second he couldn't move again, he could only watch his throat continue to bleed, and he was slowly put to the ground.

He touched his snort to see that it was cold, and then slowly approached the resting knights.

Throat cut, soul imprisonment, the disposed of often can't even snort, masturbating like the legendary cat that sucks people's souls in the middle of the night, he quietly waits for the death of the disposed of, and then the next one.

A knight wakes up in his sleep, and he dreams that the Sage they are pursuing has turned into a devil in the middle of the night, but fortunately it is only a dream.

He turned his head to look at the Night's Watch, then at the knights around him, and then at the back of him.

"You scared me."

A seated figure appeared in front of the knight's eyes, and he couldn't see him clearly in the dark, but in the man's hand, there was a man struggling, and it was his servant.

"Soul imprisonment." The man spoke slowly, and the knight felt as if his soul was frozen, and the next second, the knight watched as the other man approached with a dagger.

"You're the last one."