Ninety-second Rainy Night

The demon let out an unwilling roar.

Around its large, muscular body, there were corpses lying all over the ground, all of which had been killed by the black magic blades in his hands. There were no wounded, all of them were dead. But for all its size, its agility, and its black blade that could knock down several soldiers with a single sweep, it was alone and hit hard by muskets.

At first, with its terrifying aura, the demon dispersed an entire group of soldiers. Unfortunately, there are too many guards at the gates. Legend has it that water is capable of cleansing demons of evil, and this is proven right now, and in the heavy rain, demons have little chance to use their evil powers. What's more, this time the captain in charge of guarding the city gate is a veteran with a lot of combat experience, and he is well aware of the strengths and weaknesses of the demons.

The battle was bloody and short, but the outcome was clear. At this moment, the powerful demon has been surrounded. Or to be more specific, more than twenty spears pierced it at this time. The chest, back, ribs, lower abdomen, neck, throat, head, all parts of the body that could have a lethal effect were attacked, and each soldier gritted his teeth and stabbed desperately to make the wound bigger. Such an injury is beyond even a demon.

The demon's body slowly changed from a physical entity to an illusion. Its form collapsed and began to disintegrate, and the black magic blade in its hand did not know where it had disappeared. As the last blow, the officer stepped up from the side and stabbed the demon in the eye with the sword in his hand.

The demon's figure collapsed in an instant and disappeared into the air, leaving only an angry roar echoing through the air.

The battle was over, and before the captain had even had time to deal with the aftermath of the battle, his men informed him of the fact that someone had just ridden out of the city gates.

"Bastard, why don't you stop him?" the captain had barely spoken, and an official next to him immediately cursed. Although most of the soldiers were dealing with this demon that appeared out of nowhere, there were still some stragglers scattered around.

"Wait, tell me how he managed to get out of the city. ”

The soldier who reported reported everything that had just happened. The timing of this rider who popped up was really good. Only a handful of soldiers were able to stand in his way. It is well known that without a neat queue, the infantry could not hold off the cavalry. In a one-on-one situation, even if a desperate outlaw insists on stopping him, his fate is that he will be knocked out of the horse and fly. Besides, this one didn't come to charge, he calmly avoided the stragglers who might get in the way, and rushed straight to the small door.

"He just rushed out of the city?"

"Several musketeers on the tower opened fire. The report said. In the battle with the demon just now, most of the musketeers started firing immediately, but there were still a few who didn't fire. They were also the only ones who tried to stop the rider. But it was clear that the musket failed to hit the nimble cavalry, and even if it did, it did not prevent him from rushing to escape.

The captain came to the city gate cave, and although it was raining heavily, the ground here was relatively dry. He stared at the horseshoe prints on the ground, stopped abruptly, and crouched down, carefully examining a red mark.

"What is this?" someone asked.

"Bloodstains. The captain looked at the blood on the ground. "The musket just now...... The bullet didn't miss, but I don't know if it hit a person...... Wait a minute...... If it was a person, if it hit the head, that person would be doomed, and he would not be able to escape. If it hits the body, then the blood gushing out will be absorbed by the clothes as soon as possible. The distance is too short for blood to drip directly to the ground all at once. The only explanation is that the bullet hit the horse!"

He stood up and shouted at his men. "Quick, let the cavalry pursue!"

"It's raining so hard, how can you chase it. A subordinate said in embarrassment. "I don't know which way they ran. ”

"There's no way they're going to run too far in this rain. The captain said. "He can't escape along the road, he will definitely choose the direction of the wilderness as much as possible......" his voice softened, turning to look at the officer who had been following him since the battle. “...... Maybe catch up. ”

"We must report this to the Duke immediately. He added. The uniformed official nodded vigorously.

......

"Go in and take shelter from the rain!" said Ashrufat, to the little girl, as she turned to the nearby hut. Heavy rain is a rare ally for fugitives, washing away smells, washing away tracks, and obscuring the view of pursuers. But now it was raining too much—in fact, it had been intensifying ever since they had rushed out of the gates, and it was not so much rain as it was buckets of water poured down from heaven. Experienced people can tell that this heavy rain will last at least half the night.

Although they wore cloaks to protect them from the rain, to be honest, in this kind of rain, it is estimated that it is almost the same whether they have this cloak or not, not to mention that they are still riding their horses and galloping.

Ashrufat himself doesn't care (he has long known that his physique is beyond ordinary people), but the little girl may not be able to stand it. Through physical contact, he could feel the little girl shivering in the wind and rain.

"I'm still holding on. The little girl said reluctantly. Ashrufat chuckled, he knew that the little girl was strong, because he could clearly see the little girl's purple lips.

"It's okay, we've gotten far enough. Such a rainy night...... There's no way anyone will chase after them. Ashrufat said. "Besides, the horse may not be able to stand it anymore. Just now our horse was hit by a bullet...... It has to be dealt with. Come into this cabin!"

Through the rain curtain, you can see a forest all around. It was supposed to be a grove on the outskirts of the city, and the hut was a temporary structure such as a lumberjack's hut or a hunter's hut. The house is small, just a temporary temporary place to live, not really inhabitable, but it can also be temporarily sheltered from the wind and rain.

As with all buildings of this type, the door to the hut is unlocked, and it was built to keep out the elements.

After a few minutes, the two men entered the hut, and the horses stopped under a large tree on the side. As mentioned earlier, the hut was very small and simple, with some garbage in the corners and a leaky roof on the side, but there was a fire pit in the middle of the hut and some dry firewood on the side.

Ashruphat embraced the wind of fire, drawing a trace of energy from the wind of magic. A few minutes later, the flames were lit in the middle of the fire.

At this moment, both of them were already soaking wet. Eshurufat was fine, he was wearing armor, and the inside was also leather, and the little girl's clothes were of fine fabric, which was all soaked and clinging to his body at the moment. The cloak was an exception, and Ashruphat untied it from the little girl, and only shook it in the air, and all the water droplets on the cloak slipped off. This elf-made cloak is so magical that I don't know what kind of material is made of it, which is not only able to withstand bullets, but also does not touch the fire. The only pity is that the cloak is so thin that water, fire, and even sunlight can penetrate through the gaps in the fabric.

"Take your clothes off. Ashruphat said to the little girl who was trembling slightly. "Then wrap it around it and roast it, or you're going to get sick. I'll take a look at the horses. He handed her the cloak and walked out into the rain.

For quite some time, Ashrufat walked into the hut again. The little girl was already wrapped in a cloak and sat by the campfire to keep warm. When Ashrufat came in, she didn't even raise her head to take a second look.

Ashruphat sat down across from her—he didn't take off his armor, and sat down across from the little girl by the fire.

Neither of them spoke. Ashruphat stared at the leaping flames, and the little girl lowered her head and buried her head in her arms. After a long time, she suddenly raised her head.

"I ...... Isn't she a queen anymore?"

Maybe she has escaped from Eagle Falcon City, and the biggest and most direct pressure has been eliminated, so the little girl began to think about her future. Her eyes were full of tears, and she wanted to fall.

"As long as you consider yourself a queen, you are still a queen. Ashrufat's voice was much calmer, as if all that was happening was a trivial matter of no importance to him.

"But...... I've ...... Nothing. "The little girl has probably figured out her situation. At this moment, she is just like the situation she encountered when she went to the street alone before, although she still bears the name of a queen, but in fact, no one admits it, and at the same time has nothing. "What use do I have?" she said. She has learned a lot of things, but none of them can face the current situation. Other than that, she had run out empty-handed with Ashrufat, and now she really had nothing but the set of clothes that had been slowly dried on the side.

"If you're useless, then why would Byron have to go up to you with great effort?" asked Ashrufat.

"But I'm not going to give it this title now...... What else do I have?" she whispered. "Can you tell me what I did wrong, and why they can do Byron's orders without hesitation, but they don't care about me, the true queen?"

"This title is everything. Ashrufat replied. "It seems to be nothing in this situation, no one cares, no one cares, and having this title is even worse than not having it...... But just change the environment...... This title has terrifying power and can dominate the fate of others. As for your other question, what are you doing wrong...... As for the fact that you have not had time to do anything, where is the mistake? As for those who obey Byron and ignore you, I told you before, because their interests with Byron are tied together. ”

"It's just that simple...... Is it just for a little profit?"

"That's right. This is the case in the world, for the sake of a little profit, the strong will resort to violence, and the weak will sell their personality. ”