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Burst!

When the carotid artery is severed, the blood that shoots out shoots like arrows.

The victim fell under the horse, and the perpetrator of the injury rode over the other's body, leaving blood-red marks in the ground.

The sound of blades and blood foamed as if there was a chain reaction, and the enemies who stood in Gehr's way were cut off from their horses, and soon several more horses that had lost their knights were scattered, and then fled into the darkness in panic.

The movement of the horse bandits into the city was unreasonably fast, probably they wanted to rush into the noble area or even the palace area as soon as possible to loot more loot, and this desire to make a fortune gave them more motivation. However, these small batches of bandits were not very lucky, they overtook their companions and directly met Gehr's group who were on the way, and what was even worse was that under the attraction of the beautiful women in the team, they also launched an active attack without their strength, and the result was that their dream of making a fortune ended here, and their heads could only add a few more brilliance to the opponent's record.

Götzema walked back and forth among the corpses that covered the streets a few times, making up for a few bandits who looked like they might not have left this world yet, and after making sure there was no problem, he beckoned the people behind to follow.

"How long will it take? The bandits are already appearing more frequently, and we must speed up, otherwise it will be terrible if we encounter a large army. Gehr asked Camerita, who was walking on his left side.

The goddess shook off the blood stains on the long sword, and the white priest's robe on her body was stained with many red spots, like blooming prum flowers, which were the marks left by her and Gehr after attacking the bandits side by side.

"It shouldn't be too far. However, we were forced to deviate from the main corridor. You need to go around in a circle, and it will take about half an hour to get there. ”

Gehr nodded. Signal to understand.

After leaving Ursula's Palace, where too much had happened in one night, the group was guided by Carmelita to the secret passage where Saloras had quietly informed the goddess beforehand of the secret passage. Through a secret passage. The group was able to leave Bern safely.

"Everyone speed up, you don't need to bring anything but horses. Gehr shouted to the man behind him.

Everyone responded in unison, and quickly collected the horses that were still left on the battlefield, and finally reached the standard of one person and one horse. In this era, although there were trains, horses were still a very important means of transportation, and those who dared to travel far away generally had good equestrian skills.

In a way, it's good to encounter bandits. After exterminating three groups of bandits, a group of more than 10 people was finally converted from infantry to cavalry, and the speed of travel was much faster.

After leaving Salorath, Sylvia became very silent, and while it was nice to be able to cry and not make a fuss at her age, it didn't look good compared to the maturity she'd been out of her years.

Only time can solve this problem, but the most scarce thing now is time, so Gell can only let Lucarin take care of her temporarily. The two rode the same horse and were protected by the crowd in the middle of the group.

Since there was little resistance when they entered Bern, the bandits were particularly aggressive, and often dared to break away from the large army in a few horses. Killing and plundering everywhere, it is like casting a net into the city. In this case, the probability of Geer and his party encountering bandits increased greatly, but at the same time, it also led to the fact that the bandits encountered were all small detachments composed of less than ten people. As long as the raid is successful, it is easy to destroy the opponent.

Of course. As mountain dwellers from the Mira Mountains, the inhabitants of Bern are far more courageous than ordinary people. For these bandits who dare to invade their homes, rob their own property and hurt their families, they also have the courage to fight, and the bandits want to pick this sweet fruit and be careful of the thorns on it, there are already many bandits who have suffered heavy casualties under the ambush of more people and familiar with the terrain, of course, they have killed and injured a large number of residents.

In this chaotic situation, the whereabouts of Geer and his party are well hidden, but sometimes they encounter sudden problems.

Sure enough, not long after, Geer and his party met a group of horse bandits.

Seven or eight horse bandits rushed out of the darkness and blocked in front of Gehr, who was now in the middle of an alley, and these horse bandits were blocking the avenue at the exit of the alley, and it was too late to retreat in this alley, which was only for several people to walk in parallel.

Just as the horse bandits were amazed by the beauty of the goddess officer at the front of the line next to Gehr, and began to say extremely obscene words that were quite in line with their status, Gehr and Carmelita had already urged the horses to speed up, and had already shortened the distance between them to a very close place before the bandits could react.

The man at the front of the bandit team became the first victim.

He was the first target of Gil and Camerita at about the same time, slashing them from the rushing swords on the left and right flanks, screaming and blood foaming high into the air and the hapless horse bandit fell from his horse.

As he fell to the ground, still retaining the slightest trace of consciousness, he saw blades crisscross the air, blood foam flying, and two of his companions were cut off their horses......

As Gel and Carmelita sped up to attack, the four bandits at the back of the pack were scattered to the left and right on horseback with swords in hand, habitually surrounding the exit of the alley, ready to flank the men who rushed out.

However, their intentions were immediately shattered, and the swift action of the two men allowed them to break through the bandits in front of them and rush straight at them before they could reach the encirclement position. As a result, one of them had half of his body cut off, and the other had his throat cut off.

The remaining two horse bandits could no longer care about any treasures or beauties. They turned their horses' heads and rode their horses as hard as they could, toward the other side of the street.

Geer watched them leave, there was no intention of chasing, not to mention that they could not catch up in such a city with complex terrain, even if they could catch up and kill the opponent, it would take a lot of time, and at this time time time was the most precious for their group.

"Keep going. ”

......

More than ten kilometres from Bern, this is already the site of the Mira Mountains. Towering mountains and dense jungles make up the place where the ancestors of the Haysting people lived for fishing and hunting. It's just that the mountain people are coming out of the mountains one after another to live on the plains. There are fewer and fewer traditional mountain people who are willing to stay here, and now Haysting is rising. Except for a few stubborn and old-fashioned people, no mountain people have ever enjoyed this kind of lifestyle of eating and sleeping in the open.

However, the village of Chika is not the same as on either side, as a village founded by the traditional Mira mountain people, this village is located in the coniferous forest at the foot of one of the branches of the Mira Mountains, and is the last settlement to enter the Mira Mountains, and is adjacent to the main road to the outside of Bern.

The stout taiga forest brings an abundance of food to the village, and the proximity to the trade routes keeps them in close contact with the outside world, whether it's small business with local produce, entertaining travelers who like to explore strange customs, or supplying adventurers who fantasize about finding legendary treasures in the Mira Mountains. It has also made the village of Chika a well-known sight near Bern.

Every weekend evening, the village of Chica is home to the Dionysian feast. At that time, the village of Chika would light a huge bonfire in the open space in the center of the village, around which the villagers and tourists would eat meat, drink and drink, dance to the music, and spend a crazy night. This kind of event is very popular, and every time it is held, it attracts a large number of tourists.

Tonight is the day of the Dionysian feast.

But today the village of Chika is exceptionally quiet.

Huge bonfires have been lit, firewood crackles in the blazing flames, and a night breeze blows, and the smell of meat and wine covers the small village.

But. No one will enjoy this anymore, because the corpse can't feel anything.

In the center of the village, around the campfire, a group of "people" are busy.

They were all dressed in iron armor that seemed to have been made by the most skilled blacksmiths. Not only are there potholes, but the gaps at each connection are ridiculously large, and you can even stretch a fist into the big place. It's completely a shoddy product, not to mention compared to the now popular dark-grained forged armor. Even an ordinary militiaman can come up with much better iron armor than this tattered quality.

But these "people" don't care at all, they are like sentient machines. The same work was repeated over and over again - throwing the corpses in the pile of corpses on the side into the huge campfire.

The container of wine was kicked to the ground indifferently, and the wine that flowed out of it mixed with the blood on the ground turned bright red, and the food also rolled down in the sand, dusty, but the color of the skin exposed by the ironclad man in the gap between the armor stomach.

"The results of the actual combat test meet the expected requirements of the experiment, and the direction prediction can be improved, and the direction is ......" In this dead and silent world, a rustling sound continued to sound, it was a black-robed man sitting in front of a stone table covered by firelight, he was writing on the paper on the table, and the busyness of the ironclad man next to him did not affect his attention in the slightest.

Finally, his writing came to an end.

He examined what had been written from beginning to end, nodded in satisfaction, and then stood up, the light of the fire shining in and illuminating his old face.

It was the same old man who had appeared in the basement of Sanssouci Palace.

"Badar!"

"Badar!"

Suddenly, the old man began to call out anxiously to someone.

"Yes, Mentor, here I am. ”

The voice of the answer came from a shadowy corner where the fire did not shine, but the person who answered was nowhere to be seen. However, the old man didn't care at all, and only ordered with a slight urgency: "Go back to Bern, I need more detailed information." ”

"Immediately?"

"As fast as possible! Don't forget that there is another one in the secret passage, and release it out of the hall as well, and the most successful works must be better and more detailed. ”

"Yes! The disciple will follow the teacher's instructions. ”

The sound faded away quickly, as if it melted into the air.

The old man stood silently for a moment, and that unlucky smile appeared on his face again. (To be continued......)