"Ha ......"

"Ha ......"

She ran hard.

The adrenaline that had stimulated her body had almost lost every ounce of its potential, her lungs aching, and the feeling of soreness and weakness in her calves and lower back made her feel like she was going to collapse in the next moment.

'Can't stop, can't stop, can't stop, can't stop,' the girl closed her eyes and shook her little head vigorously.

She had only heard of this kind of thing in the past when her parents told her about the past, and this time it was no less shocking to the girl's heart than the bloody settlement of several people in front of her eyes that day.

No......

It's worse than that.

The man's fight is pure, the movements are concise, and he fights only to defeat the enemy. And these people ...... She remembered the moment she turned her head to look at the red-haired coachman's son, whom she had briefly met, when he had been stabbed through the heart by a sword during the escape.

These heavily armed men on horseback dressed as if they were brave and fair knights in the minds of the people and in all kinds of legends, but they did -

She didn't dare to think about it again, but ran wildly into the forest without looking back.

But those people didn't seem to intend to spare anyone.

Many of the same people turned their heads and ran backwards, whether they were mercenaries, merchants, or the most ordinary travelers with their families, whether men, women, old people, or children.

The knights, dressed in shiny full-body armor, skillfully steered their horses, first with their spears, which were broken and discarded and drawn. The crowd panicked, and they just controlled the war horses to charge back and forth and slash and slash back and forth, and the few mercenaries chose to resist, but in a few moments they fell in a pool of their own blood in the face of overwhelming combat power.

The knights slaughtered as if for pleasure, and she even saw an undisguised smile on the face of a knight with his face lifted.

It's not the same as that person's fight. She ran desperately without looking back, screaming behind her, and the girl struggled to control herself from looking back, just desperately running towards the agreed place.

But he never showed up.

She quickly went deep into the forest, a minute, two minutes, five minutes, fifteen minutes, half an hour passed, and the girl who ran desperately towards the forest had not stopped for a moment since the morning, and was exhausted by this time.

But the pursuers did not stop, and as far as she knew, at least half a dozen knights had entered the forest in search of survivors.

"Woo-" The girl gasped again, but in the next split second she covered her mouth hard, and then slowly retreated into the shadows below a tree.

"Whoa," the sound of the horses sounded from the side, and the sound of the horses' hooves trampling on the glade reached her ears clearly, and a knight appeared from behind the tree on the girl's left, and he slowly drove the horses forward, as if to inquire for something.

"Uhh

"Phew—" She caught a clear glimpse of a spear in the silhouette of the trunk, and judging by the contrast to the knight, it was clearly an infantryman.

'This is probably what adventurers often call knightly squires and the like,' she thought, and the knight gave some command to the infantry in a language that the girl did not understand, and then turned and walked outside.

The infantryman with the spear turned, and the girl could not see the tip of the spear but hear him commanding in a loud voice—she anxiously prayed that they would soon leave to search somewhere else, but once again it backfired.

"Woo-"

The cold light flashed, and the blow frightened the girl into a ball—the sharp spear was nailed to the trunk of the tree she was leaning on, a dozen centimeters above the girl's head.

"Komosha, Putisha. The soldier, dressed in simple chain mail and leather armor, with a spear and a longbow on his back, laughed and said this in a language she did not understand, and the girl's eyes trembled with tears, and the soldier changed the language when he realized that she did not understand.

"I said, what are you hiding here, little kitten," said the soldier with a smirk, and a few more people approached him.

"What should I do?" he said, smiling as he looked at his companion next to him.

"The clear instructions from above are not to leave a mouth alive," said another, "but I think we can borrow her for a while—" he said, and the girl burst out at once at the deliberate words spoken to her.

She straightened up and tried hard to pull out the spear nailed to the tree, but after several unsuccessful attempts, she drew her short sword from her waist and pointed it at the soldier.

"Yo, this little cat still knows how to resist," the soldier laughed and looked at the girl who gritted her teeth but couldn't stop her legs from trembling, she held the sword in both hands and pointed it straight at him, and in the next moment, the soldier pulled out the one-handed sword at his waist and struck it away.

The short sword fell into the grass, and the girl stood stunned.

"Swords are not for children to play with—" The soldier smiled, and his companion next to him, looking back somewhere, widened his eyes in an exaggerated manner.

"I think you're right"

A male voice suddenly appeared, and the soldier with the sword in one hand reflexively turned his head, and his eyes immediately lost their light at the action.

"Posan!" the soldier cursed loudly, shaking the hot blood from his eyes, and by the time he had finally regained his light, his companions had fallen to the ground.

"Who are you calling a pig?" Henry, who was holding his big sword in one hand, walked over slowly with a calm face, and in just a dozen seconds, the corpses of five or six soldiers separated before they could even scream.

The black-haired sage, who bowed his head slightly, looked like a demon with red eyes in the eyes of the soldier, and he subconsciously took a step back, then tripped over the roots of the tree and sat on the ground, and his sword fell to the side.

"Teacher!" Mira ran to Henry's side with a slight cry, and the sage touched her head—the soldier noticed that this was an opportunity, and he subconsciously reached for the sword beside him—

"Ahh

But Henry's smack stopped him.

"I know what you're thinking," he said to the soldier, who froze and didn't know what to do.

"You're wondering if he still has the strength to swing another sword after he has cut so many people?"

"The truth is that I don't know either, because you see, I'm out of breath now," Heng, who didn't change his face, said in a calm tone.

"But this—"

"It's a Kramer that can easily split you from the shoulder to the waist"

"So you should ask yourself a question"

"Am I going to try my luck?"

"What do you think, young man? Henry said this in a playful tone, and the soldier, realizing that he could not survive, grabbed his one-handed sword and rushed at him with a roar.

"Ahhhh

"Uhh

"Thorn-snatch-"

The chain mail was propped open by the tip of the sword, and the thick and strong leather armor seemed to be nothing in front of it.

The blood-stained blade held up the soldier's back with a full scept, and Henry pushed it forward a little harder, revealing the shining blade.

"Ahem-" The soldier who had been battered to his heart and lungs coughed up blood, his right hand loosened weakly, and his one-handed sword fell to the ground with a thud.

"......" Henry kicked him in the stomach and drew his sword, and then felt something around his waist.

Something soft, small, warm.

"Sorry, I'm late. The sage stroked Mira's pure white hair, and the girl shook her head, and then suddenly let go of him, and ran to the side of the grass and rummaged around.

"What are you doing, it's not a good place to stay long, they'll come back at any time. Seeing the bodies of these soldiers, I am afraid that the search will be intensified, and we must get out of here as soon as possible. Henry frowned and looked at Mira, although they had only known each other for half a month, the girl had always been well-behaved and sensible, which was why she ran around at such a critical juncture, so that the sage could not understand.

"Sword" Mira eagerly turned over the grass, not even having time to reply to him carefully.

"Sword?" Henry immediately noticed the empty holster around the girl's waist.

"It's fine, I'll buy you one when we're safe," he ran over and grabbed Mira by the collar, but the girl uncharacteristically shook him off.

“...... What's wrong with you?"

Mira's little head froze in place, and from Henry's point of view, her little shoulders were shaking, as if sobbing.

"It was the first ......"

"Dad...... Mom and Dad...... No more. ”

She sobbed and said in fits and starts.

"First time...... Someone gave me a gift. ”

"......," Henry fell silent, then crossed Mira and crouched down beside her.

"There has to be a way to find things," he rubbed the white-haired girl's hair as if on purpose, then took out a small magnetic needle from the small leather bag around his waist that seemed to have everything, pinched one end, stretched out his hand and shook it back and forth, and then stopped where the tip of the needle felt the gravitational pull and began to swing slightly.

The sage picked up the dagger from the grass, flipped his fingers and pinched the blade, pointing the hilt towards the white-haired girl.

"Don't lose your efforts this time. He said this, and Mira nodded and took the dagger.

"I didn't lose it, I was sent flying. She muttered and whispered, "It's all because you don't teach me how to fight." The girl said, and Henry took her hand, and the two of them quickly ran in the other direction.

......

......

Deeper into the forest, the two of them crossed all sorts of paths that ordinary people could not have imagined with great skill, and ran towards even more inhabited places with great efficiency.

The exhausted girl was held by the sage with one hand, and the two of them advanced for more than 20 minutes before Henry gradually slowed down.

"Who the hell are they......" asked the white-haired girl, who looked very tired leaning on Henry's shoulder, the forest here was more lush than outside, and the glade where most of the sun was blocked out was rather cold. As he walked, Henry answered Mira's question.

"The regular army of Sivalier. As he said this, the girl immediately lifted her spirits at the answer.

"People of the Knight's Country, how is it possible, haven't Avenella and Sivalier always been on good terms. Surprised, she said this in a loud voice, and the girl immediately reacted and covered her mouth with her hand to look left and right. Henry, however, noticed the words she used to describe it, and it was clear that Sivalier, the birthplace of chivalry and chivalry, had always had a good reputation among the people of Avenella.

But for the sage himself, just smile, he probably said so.

"The current king of Avenella is so unaware of his responsibilities that the lord of a kingdom can say as much as a childish child. Henry shook his head and said this, but then he shrugged his shoulders again.

"But I didn't expect that the king of West Valier was also so impulsive, probably because of his blood. The black-haired sage commented mockingly on the two lords of the kingdom, while Mira, who was half-incomprehensible, rested her head on Henry's shoulder again because of exhaustion.

"......" Another cacophony in front of them attracted the attention of the two, and Henry pulled away from the grass and poked out, then hugged Mira with both hands and turned around in an instant.

A short arrow with white tail feathers grazed in front of the two of them and nailed to a tree behind them, trembling incessantly.

"La-" The sound of the bowstring tightening again came from the front, but the man who had just shot the arrow took a closer look at Henry, or he was holding Mira, to be precise, and immediately turned his head and shot the arrow backwards.

"Is it the Arvenella!" The group looked very well equipped, with enough horses to ride, in addition to the elaborate chain mail armor that the average mercenary wouldn't wear. The sage observed for a moment, and they seemed to be escorting something, and two or three of them had something more than their standard luggage—the greater mobility of the horses was evident the reason why the men could penetrate so quickly, but it was because of the horses that they were exposed.

"Is it the Avenella!" I said!" Two or three of the dozen or so were women who had no fighting power, and the others were elite warriors, and the man in his 40s, who wielded a two-handed sword, looked back at the two of them again when he saw that he had not received an answer twice in the Avenella dialect.

"Yes, me and my student," Henry said with a nod of his head and the two-handed swordsman seemed to notice the great sword he was carrying behind him, and after looking up and down to determine the approximate size, he hesitated for a moment and shouted at Henry.

"Can you help us!" the two-handed swordsman shouted, and Henry nodded.

"Follow me," he replied briefly, and then immediately turned around.

"Uh-" The swordsman was stunned for a moment, but then gritted his teeth.

"Retreat!

So shouted.