What a bunch of vulgar people who have no ability to appreciate.

Allegri yawned and closed his eyes listlessly, completely losing interest.

The master and apprentice get along quite well, and occasionally making a little joke is harmless. Dargnon laughed, also leaning against the window of the car and closing his eyes to recuperate, tossing back and forth for a day, he was really a little sleepy.

The special car curtains, coated with a layer of waterproof grease, make a sound when the rain drops. Half-asleep, Dargnan could still tell that the pace was getting faster and faster, and the rain that had obviously eased down had a tendency to turn sharper.

The road surface was filled with water, the wheels ran over, and the water splashed. The general's palace was not in the same block as the courtyard where they were temporarily staying, and the carriage turned a corner and headed northeast, passing the triumphal avenue in front of the palace and entering a quiet fork. On both sides are aristocratic mansions, with high walls, and in the middle of the night, there is no trace of pedestrians at all, only a few flickering wind lamps remain, stretching out a small dim space.

"Huh?"

At the end of the alley, there was a sudden sound of horses' hooves, Dargnon subconsciously frowned, this fork in the road is not the main road, even during the day is rarely crowded, why is there a carriage hurrying by now.

No, no, not a carriage.

He meditated for a moment, but did not hear the sound of wheels rolling, and deduced that the other party must be a small group of knights. However, could it be that the Norman city guards were so dedicated that they actually patrolled in the rain late at night?

Seeing is believing, hearing is false, Dargnan just wanted to ask the coachman where the other party came from, but after thinking about it, he dismissed the idea. The night is dark and the wind and rain are fierce, and it is good for ordinary people to see the road in front of them. How could it be possible to find someone nearly a hundred steps away. Even if you hold your breath and concentrate, you can only see a vague outline.

Forget it, Dalgnan, who was in a daze, was not willing to poke his head out and splash his face with cold rain. However, judging by the frequency of the horses' hooves, the speed of the knights was not slow. You should be able to get close to your carriage soon.

At this moment, the sound of the horse's hooves stopped, and Dargnan's heart jumped suddenly.

Almost instantly, he heard the crunch of the weapon unsheathed, and the sound of the horse's hooves paused for a moment, and then resounded, uniformly, heavy as a drumbeat.

It turned out that they stopped to adjust the formation. Charge...... The formation!

With sound alone, Dargnan is able to paint a clear picture. A group of well-trained knights, after discovering their target, stopped in an instant, changed from marching to battle, and then pounced like bloodthirsty wolves.

"Danger!" Dargnon shouted, and Allegri, who was dozing off, woke up and looked at him in confusion. Apparently unaware of the imminent danger. Snowton is known as the "Land of Hussars", an elite knight who charges at high speed. In just a few breaths, you can glide across this flat stone path. And their first attack, carried with the impact of galloping horses, and the fragile wooden carriages, could not provide any defense at all.

Between the lights and the fire, Dargnan didn't have time to think too much. He reached out and pressed Allegri down, leaning over in a curled motion.

Screams, blood, cracked planks. It was raining all over the sky.

The soaked armor clinged to the strong bodies of the knights, and the cold light of the blades swept like a wave of rage. At the moment of approaching the carriage, the team of knights split in two, and the leader of the two hands of heavy swords crossed and slashed with the help of horsepower, like a sharp pair of scissors, staggering.

The carriage was as brittle as paper paste, torn almost instantly, and the entire upper part of the carriage was lifted open by a huge force and flew far away. Although Dargnan reminded him, the two coachmen did not have time to react, and in the screams, the blades struck their bodies, and their fate was no different from that of the carriage.

The number of knights who came by surprise was not much, roughly calculated, only a little more than ten, but when combined, it was extremely tacit. The leading heavy sword knight split the carriage and walked straight, obviously not wanting to linger too long. The knights who followed closely behind waved their swords in their hands, stabbing or slashing, and if there were still people alive in the carriage, they would definitely not be able to escape such a dense attack.

But no.

The knight at the end whistled loudly, reminding his colleagues that his goal had not been achieved. The team of knights who wanted to leave suddenly stagnated, turned their horses' heads again, and with the sound of hooves and kicks, they changed from a charging formation to a half-moon formation, and surrounded them from three directions.

The strong murderous aura and bloody smell made the hooves of the cart soften, and they wanted to get up by kicking their hooves, and a knight in order to prevent accidents, the stabbing sword in his hand shook slightly, and suddenly like electricity, they fell to death in an instant, completely silent.

At the bottom of the car, Dargnan took a deep breath and waved his hand, signaling Allegri not to act rashly. Just now, it was his explosive strength that broke the bottom of the carriage, and the two of them were able to escape dangerously.

The magic in Allegri's body did not restore the old view, and he gritted his teeth and held on to it in Walledon Manor, and he was able to defeat Landers. Now that they are powerless, they will not only be unable to help, but will become a burden to Dalgnan. He himself knew this, and after a moment's thought, he commanded softly,

"Ados, before they can react, you break through first, and then find someone to come back to save me. ”

Hearing this, Dargnan couldn't help but be stunned. Escape is a must for killers, and Dargnan is a master at it, and even if this knight squad is extraordinary, he is confident enough to get out of it.

But when you add Allegri, who has limited mobility, the situation is completely different. Escaping is just a luxury, and even his own life cannot be guaranteed.

Is it to go away, regardless of it, or to fight to the death for the sake of this cheap teacher? Dargnan hesitated, and for a moment did not know what to do.

"Let's go," Allegri urged seeing that he was silent, "maybe they just want to capture me, and you can escape first before you have a chance to mediate." ”

Looking at the ruthless methods of those knights who killed people and destroyed cars, they obviously had murderous intentions, and they had any idea of being captured alive. Dargnan knew that this was Allegri's excuse to persuade him to leave, and an inexplicable feeling of emotion suddenly welled up in his heart.

"Wait," he commanded, moving his fingers and lowering his voice, "when I break their encirclement, you move to the side of the street—"

Without waiting for Allegri to object, Dargnan's palm had already condensed with awe-inspiring frost, he smiled easily, flipped his wrist, and the three-foot ice blade suddenly poked out,

"Don't worry, teacher, I'm the famous 'Ice Orchid Blade'......" (To be continued......)

PS: (Today.) ）