The night was dark, the sky was overcast, and large rains fell heavily.

The cold wind of the Odin Ice Field howled, bringing with it a biting chill. The northern territories of the Gallic Empire were hit by ice storms from time to time in autumn, and even occasional blizzards across the sea. The wind swept the rain and hit the dense black pine forest, and the huge pine trees swayed in the wind like the arms of countless evil spirits.

With such bad weather and such a wilderness, no one should have been present.

But a beautiful four-wheeled carriage was surrounded by dozens of guards, and the wolf fled along a forest path. The carriage was engraved with a floating magic array, which reduced the weight of the carriage to the lightest, and the two horns on the heads of the three black horses flashed with faint black flames, and they spewed hot air, dragging the light carriage like a raging wind.

The sound of horses' hooves was faintly heard from behind, and the shrill whistles continued to sound from the dense black pine forests around them.

Lady Black Rose was wrapped in a black cloak, and her face was pale as she clutched a strangely shaped serpentine sword, and looked back through the crack in the window. A faint fire could be seen rising in the far distance behind, and it was the pursuers who had lit torches and were rapidly chasing this side.

Forget about the pursuers, but what makes Mrs. Ross even more desperate are the elusive assassins lurking in the black pine forest. A sharp whistling sound gradually approached, and suddenly a long arrow more than a meter long with a thumb thickness shot out of the dark pine forest with a piercing whistling sound. A black-clad guard riding a horse next to the carriage snorted, and a long arrow shot through the ribs of his armor, sinking deep into him.

The arrows are poisonous, and the blood seals the throat with poison. The guard, who had reached the middle rank of strength, shook his body and fell headlong from his horse. A few mounts came galloping from behind. stepped on his body heavily, and his bones were broken and his tendons were broken, and he died tragically on the spot.

The sound of strange spells rang out from Mrs. Rose's side, and a petite female mage shrouded in a black cloak chanted a few spells, waving her short magic wand outward. Hundreds of raindrops near the window suddenly suspended in the air, twisting rapidly, turning into thin arc-shaped ice flakes that swept towards the point where the arrow had come with a piercing sound.

The dense ice blades covered a radius of more than ten meters, and a terrible howl came from the dense forest, followed by the sound of blood vessels rupturing and blood spurting violently from the body. There was a commotion in the dense forest, and a shrill voice scolded. More whistles came from farther away.

Mrs. Rose gripped the hilt of her sword with a gloomy face and stomped her foot hard.

The attack came inexplicably, without warning. She had just made a big deal, and on the Black Spirit Continent, the war between the Black Spirit Empire and those indigenous tribes was in full swing. The Black Spirit Empire has just swept away a large tribe of tens of thousands of people, five thousand sturdy Black Spirit warriors and three thousand healthy Black Spirit Women, and this is the new cargo that Lady Ross has just arrived.

If these people were to be sold to the Undead Continent, they would be the best miners while they were alive - Madame Rose was more charitable, and she would only sell these unlucky bastards to the more conformist Undead High Lords. Of course. It is not excluded that some dark spirits will be given as gifts to some crazy necromancers, and what kind of treatment they will receive has nothing to do with Mrs. Rose.

Absolutely. Recently, there is a big shortage of slaves in the abyss world, especially the fierce conflict between several small forces in the second abyss, five thousand black spirit warriors who are proficient in martial arts, they can sell them for a good price, at least they can earn millions of gold coins for Mrs. Rose.

But just as the slaves were handed over, a terrible blow struck like a storm.

Two thousand Beast Knights. 10,000 heavy cavalry and 30,000 light cavalry came like a storm. The 2,000 subordinates brought by Madame Ross were crushed like a withered and decaying, and the representatives of the military generals from the Black Spirit Empire who were connected with Madame Ross and the thousands of soldiers escorted by them were even beaten to the ground, and in a few breaths they were driven away without a shadow.

Lady Rose, escorted by a group of loyal henchmen, then stepped into the carriage and fled. But those powerful and sudden enemies chased after them like maggots on tarsal bones, and did not give her a respite at all.

During the chase for a day and two nights, Mrs. Ross tried all kinds of means to avoid the pursuit behind her, but nothing worked. There are thieves on the other side who are proficient in tracking and stalking, and Mrs. Ross has sacrificed thirteen secret strongholds and thousands of armed subordinates, but she still can't get rid of the pursuers.

"The next stronghold, Port Myne. "Mrs. Rose's face became extremely ugly, and the port of Mayne, about five hundred miles from the port of New Dunker, was one of the most important strongholds of Mrs. Rose. In the barren mountains just outside Port Myne, Lady Rose built a massive dungeon, where a large number of slaves were held for many years.

Because of the large number of slaves to be held, Mrs. Ross placed 2,000 heavily armed men there.

As the largest slave trader in the generation of the northern coastline of the Western Continent, and as one of the most powerful black-clothed deacons in the dark world of the North Sea Strip, the power in Madame Ross's hands is still very strong. Along the entire northern coastline, more than 100,000 people worked for her, directly or indirectly, and there were 20,000 armed men under her command.

It's a pity that she is the big boss of the dark world after all, not a giant at the national level. Her forces were scattered across the bases, unable to be mobilized effectively in a short period of time. In order to avoid the pursuit behind her, she could only rush to her stronghold again and again with those pursuers, so that her subordinates in the stronghold could delay the time of the pursuers and create opportunities for herself to escape.

It's a pity that the manpower in those secret small strongholds is not enough to hinder the other party for much time.

If you really have no choice, you can only go to Port Myne. With 2,000 fiercely armed subordinates, plus a group of slaves temporarily armed, as long as they are promised freedom, they should be able to cause more trouble for the other party. As long as she can delay for more than a quarter of an hour, Mrs. Ross has a chance to escape. After all, Port Myne is an important stronghold she has carefully built, and she has arranged some channels for escape.

"Damn, who the hell have I offended?" said Mrs. Ross, annoyed, striking herself on the head with the hilt of her sword.

Ever since her old friend, the biggest pirate leader in the North Sea and the most powerful black-clothed deacon, Blackbeard, inexplicably disappeared without a trace with all her henchmen, and the port of Dunker was blown into the sky, Mrs. Ross has lost her greatest help.

If Blackbeard is still there, with the fierceness of the Black Tiger family, tens of thousands of fully armed and well-trained elites can be summoned with a single order, how can those pursuers behind him threaten Mrs. Rose?

"Damn it, why didn't he say hello and just disappeared without a trace! Sure enough, the man didn't have a good thing, so he ate it and wiped it clean and left! My God, why did I meet such a difficult opponent? Could it be that I recently sold the illegitimate son or illegitimate daughter of a certain nobleman into the abyss world?"

Mrs. Rose held her chin in distress and sighed heavily.

A sharp arrow pierced the curtain and entered the carriage. Mrs. Rose grabbed the arrow in her hand, and with a flick of her slender white fingers, the arrow shot out faster than when it came. There was another howl from the Black Pine Grove, and the man who shot the arrow was killed by the arrow that Madame Rose bounced back.

"Is there an emergency call for help?" Mrs. Rose turned to look at the petite female mage beside her.

"Sent out!" the female mage's voice was unusually hoarse, and she sneered, "But it's best not to get too much hope! They are powerful, ruthless, and eyeing the throne of the black-clad deacon. Maybe this time they tossed it out, so ......"

Mrs. Ross frowned and sighed softly.

What she sent out was an emergency rescue order from the deacon in black. According to the 'law' of the dark world in the North Sea, when the black deacon sends such an urgent distress signal, all the dark forces in the vicinity must send reinforcements to rescue them. And after the matter is over, the black-clothed deacon must also give sufficient returns depending on the number of reinforcements sent by various forces.

If it was ten years ago, after Mrs. Ross's emergency rescue order came out, it wouldn't be long before the dark forces in the entire North Sea region would have heard the wind and sent their most elite men to help.

But now, time has passed, and the newly rising forces are wild and uninhibited, and they are always trying to maintain the status of the black-clothed deacon, and those old acquaintances of Mrs. Ross, there are a few who have died in the past few years, and two of them have been exterminated by the official forces, and the newly ascended black-clothed deacons are still busy consolidating power and dividing up the territory, how many people will come to the rescue wholeheartedly, then God really knows.

With a distressed sigh, Mrs. Rose's eyes straightened, and she once again began to think of the rough, powerful, mountain-like blackbeard. That damn guy is vulgar and unliterate, but he's ridiculously powerful.

Mrs. Ross was just a slave trader, how could those people under her command be compared to those thugs of the Black Tiger Family?

If Blackbeard was still around, she wouldn't have to run for her life so hard, right?

The sound of arrows slicing through the air was heard again, followed by two screams, and in the dark night, the two Lady Ross guards turned over and fell off their horses.

With a faint sigh, Mrs. Rose said bitterly, "Hold on a little longer, and we will be at Port Myne in one hour." ”

An hour to go, Port Myne.

Let's hope we get away with it!