That was undoubtedly Prince Marcus and his only bodyguard.

More than two months have passed since he escaped the crisis of the Suril volcano, and Qi Lang has taken Prince Marcus all the way through the mountains and rivers, zigzag north, evading the countless pursuits of those Credons, and is now only 100 kilometers away from the destination of Asaph Castle.

In fact, according to Qi Lang's plan, he originally hoped to return to Xia Qi Town first, contact the Whirling Front, and expose the fact that Felix had joined the dark organization, so that Marcus's safety could be guaranteed, and the injustice he suffered would be cleared.

But I didn't expect that the Otto Empire had launched a war at this knotted eye, and most of the Whirling Front Army had been transferred to Mesburg in the south, and then learned that Felix had been reused! It seems that the situation has been completely out of control, as the old Henry expected, the mysterious organization of Credon is indeed unfathomable, and it has already laid out the situation, just waiting for the current opportunity, step by step, to grasp the military power, until the final subversion of the royal power.

Although the current situation does not necessarily mean that Lieutenant Colonel William is also treacherous, it is clear that there is a certain risk of bringing Marcus to explain what happened, and maybe he will send sheep into the tiger's mouth and throw himself into the net.

At the same time, the Credon never gave up the pursuit. In the past two months, although Qi Lang and Marcus have disguised themselves as refugees who have fled, Qi Lang's identity is too special, and the faces of Orientals always look unusually eye-catching in this white world. And Marcus is fat, although he has been eating for a while, his fat body has not been reduced, and he is still very curious, and from time to time he will reveal his identity if he says a stupid word or two, like today, Qi Lang has encountered it more than once.

Fortunately, the star-chasing clan in the town just now was quite reasonable, no one grabbed the corner of Marcus's clothes, crying and shouting to look up to the prince's demeanor, Qi Lang only pulled him to run for two or three kilometers, and then successfully escaped to the mountains and forests east of the town, otherwise, what kind of danger may not happen.

In front of me is a forest of fir trees, the canopy of giant towers covers the sky, the time is just past noon, but it is already dusk as if it is evening, walking for an hour or two, there has never been half a figure in front of him, and even wild animals are pitiful. It should be said that this is not an ideal travel route, because the surroundings are always gloomy, and the dark brown dry scales on the thick trunks seem to have been scratched by the devil's claws, which makes people always fearful.

But this is the only way, the road to the destination. In order to avoid pursuit, Qi Lang and Marcus fled all the way from the southwest to the northwest coast, and if they continued to take this detour, I am afraid that they would never return to the castle of Asaph for the rest of their lives. According to the townspeople, as long as you pass through this oil fir forest and go all the way east, you will arrive at the town of Vache in less than half a day, and after three or five days of walking, the Asaph Castle is close at hand.

Marcus didn't have any special feelings about the horrible environment, as his attention was already focused on the roasted rabbit leg in his hand. It was Qi Lang who had just bought it from a vendor before revealing his identity. Most of the rabbits had been wiped out by His Royal Highness the Prince, and in order to replenish the calories consumed by the panic escape, he really had to eat more.

At this moment, the food in Qi Lang's hand was a small piece of shrimp cake, which was pitifully small, and according to the normal amount of food eaten by soldiers, it could only be regarded as a snack. He had to save a little, and although he sold the Moon Cicada Sword in exchange for more than 300 Syrs, through two months of close contact, Qi Lang had already seen Marcus's need for food quantity and his pickiness about the quality of food - he never understood the difference between fleeing and traveling.

It was about three or four o'clock, but the forest seemed to have no end in sight, and if you didn't take advantage of the occasional ray of sunlight that slipped through the leaves, it would be even more dangerous at night. However, Marcus could no longer walk, and no matter how Qi Lang persuaded him, he still firmly held on to the oil fir that looked like it should be a hundred years old, and he didn't leave.

"Fifteen minutes, okay? We're only going to have a fifteen-minute break. Qi Lang opened the canvas pocket he was carrying on his shoulder, took out the Holy Blood Bow and arrows, and carried them on his body, while suggesting to the prince.

"You're a stingy man!" Marcus sucked the last strand of meat from the rabbit's leg into his mouth and leaned against the thick trunk to soften. After gasping there for a while, and rubbing his legs again, Marcus's fat face slowly showed a puzzled expression: "Tell me, why do those people always recognize me?"

Qi Lang turned around vigilantly a few times, slowly paced back in front of Marcus, and smiled reluctantly and said, "What other reason, you are famous and the idol of all the people of the Luman Empire. But this is not the case, we have to keep a low profile, as I have suggested before, in general, you try not to communicate with anyone, if you have any questions, you can come to me first. I don't know if you remember, but we're already revealing our identities for the seventeenth time, and based on our previous experience, it won't be long before those Credon will find you. ”

The prince sighed sadly: "I don't want to be so famous......"

"I'm afraid this trouble will be with you for the rest of your life, Your Highness the Prince. Qi Lang had already reached out and pulled Marcus up, "Let's get on the road, we're close to victory." ”

Marcus stood up lazily and suddenly laughed wickedly as if remembering something: "We're approaching the town of Vace, aren't we? You should be familiar with it, I heard you've lived there for a long time......"

Qi Lang squinted at Marcus, "Have you heard of Wache Town?"

Marcus chuckled: "To be exact, I read the introduction there in the book. It's called a book, it seems to be called "Slave Empire". ”

Qi Lang snorted with his nose: "You are so knowledgeable. However, the introduction in the book is not always as deep as the personal experience. As far as your current outfit is concerned, the guards will not hesitate to stuff you into those low, perennial caves, for you look almost identical to those slaves. ”

Marcus pretended to tremble, and the tone of his voice mimicked that of Qi Lang: "Don't whip me, sir, I promise to fill a cart full of ore before sunset today." ”

There was no humor in Marcus's performance, at least Qi Lang wouldn't be amused by him, because he knew what the real Wattle Town was like. It was a hellish place, or a hellish place more than a real hell.

It was a super town about five times the size of Shachi, and of course, some people disagreed with the claim that it was a town because it was built entirely on a mountain. Watthe Mountain, a bare boulder mountain, where so clever craftsmen did not know where they came from, dug tens of thousands of small caves into the mountain for the residents of Vache Town to live in. However, the inhabitants there are completely different from those of the general villages and towns. Their skin color is generally not white, and they are usually shackled in heavy iron chains.

In fact, the name of the town of Vache is indeed embellished, because it is simply a concentration camp, a slave concentration camp!

Qi Lang had lived there for more than three years, and he had tasted the guard's whip no less than a hundred times, and of course, he had never pleaded with a trembling, fearful voice, as Marcus had performed, but he endured it in silence - for it was perfectly bearable, and ...... He also needs to use the pain in his flesh to offset the even more unbearable pain in his heart!

Now, he's going back, to a place that is more like hell than hell, and his purpose is to get there for help, which is really like a prank by the god of fate.

For the sake of security, tens of thousands of soldiers were always stationed in the tall steel barracks of the Vache slave camp. They were strong, fierce, and exceedingly majestic. If Creden was a believer in the devil, those soldiers would have earned themselves the title of devil with leather whips and sharp knives. It's up to them to deal with Credon, and it's only fitting that they're going to deal with it.

However, Qi Lang has no way to prove the identity of the prince now, after all, those people will not come to the conclusion that they will be convinced by just a few stupid words from Marcus. However, Qi Lang felt the need to give it a try, after such a long time on the run, he was already a little tired, and if he could get some help, even if it came from a group of villains he once hated so much, he would not refuse.

Night is about to fall, and it seems that Qi Lang and Marcus can't get out of this oil fir forest without being surprised, because there are already some strange noises around them, and that familiar feeling has reappeared.

Someone followed in the dark, and before Iglu could give a hint in his mind, Qi Lang had already sensed it.

There were three Credons, one at the beginner level and the other two at the senior warrior level.

They probably wanted to kill the killer this time, because Qi Lang not only felt their spiritual power level, but also felt that the three long swords were already full of murderous aura!

That was indeed the attitude they should have at the moment - they had escaped four or five thousand kilometers by two bags, and killed no less than thirty of their companions in charge of the pursuit along the way, and as a believer in the devil, Creedon was almost discredited by it. Moreover, if they don't do it again, these two target figures are about to return to the royal capital, and their next plan will most likely be disrupted.

So, they have to kill the killer!