"I've seen a big-headed ghost ......," Bjorn finally spoke the first sentence after a long absence, and the bearded northern man of the same color as Henry scolded in a stiff Dan Rasso accent in the West Coast lingua franca.

His pronunciation was quite distinctive, and some of the long words were pronounced in a short way, and several finals were mistaken, but everyone could understand what he was talking about—

Because that's what everybody is thinking about at the moment.

"Get on your horse, draw your sword, we must rush over!" Bernie made a choice in a split second, countless wriggling rats rushed towards the road ahead illuminated by the faint light of the fire, turning around and running away may also be an option, but there were also these things on the other side, and the pursuers of Sivalier outside did not know if they were still searching.

I can only hit it hard.

"Go!" Henry, who quickly got on his horse, pulled Mira up and placed her in front of him, then pulled the reins, and Bernie drew his one-handed sword, but the dim passage ahead made him have to put it back again.

"Hell!" Bjorn tossed the torch in his hand and flipped on his horse, the voice getting closer and closer, and there was no time to hesitate.

"Rodney, bastard!" Rodney was a one-way passage but couldn't find Rodney anyway, making Bernie look a little out of shape, he cursed loudly, and then didn't intend to wait any longer, just drove his horse and galloped wildly.

"Neigh!" The torch was whipped as a whip, which made the horse feel pain, and immediately galloped wildly, and the strong and powerful war horse weighing eight hundred kilograms galloped up, and the momentum was different from before, more than a dozen horses began to speed up at some distance, Henry bent down, one meter ninety-five high, he sat on the back of a horse nearly one meter eight high, if he straightened up, he would directly hit the ceiling.

"Rush!!" the torches were blown by the speeding air, and the surroundings became extremely dark once more, except for the eyes of the rattoons that were running towards them in a dense manner.

The women's screams echoed in the passageway, and a dense pile of eyes reflecting the light suddenly lit up in the darkness, and the scene seemed a little creepy even to the men.

"Ahhhhhh

"Squeak——! roar—"

"Hiss-hoo-" The screams that closely resembled those of rats echoed under the heavy hooves of horses, and the powerful running body of an authentic military warhorse brought a powerful impact that no creature could resist, but Henry made a mistake.

Even in an emergency, it would have been a foolish decision to drive a horse through a castle that had fallen into disrepair two centuries ago.

"Stop!" shouted the sage, who had better eyesight than ordinary people, but how could a nearly one-ton war horse stop when it ran—

"Step-bang-bang——!!"

The sage jumped off with a stirrup in his arms and jumped off the ground with a stirrup between the lightning and flint, while the uncontrolled horse slammed into the wall with a wail.

"Bang-boom——!" Henry rolled forward as the white-haired girl rolled forward, dodging the falling stones, the sound of the falling stones and the angry scolding of the people, and the cries of the horses, accompanied by the squeak of the rat dragon, were extremely noisy, and the dust that fell from the collapse covered the moss of the walls.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem, ahem. Henry straightened up, and Mira in his arms was unharmed except for some shock. The sage turned his head at the sound of coughing, and the impact caused the wall to collapse entirely, allowing the pale blue moonlight to shine through a corner of the ceiling, and he could see the man, and two others besides himself and Mira were there.

Dust floated in the air, and the ground was covered with a dead brown horse's head peeking out of the boulders, blood flowing slowly, and Henry walked over to it.

"It's okay. "Along with him and Mira were two ladies, the other being a woman of about 35 years of age, who had not spoken much all this time.

"Hmm. The young lady nodded, and the woman on the other side, who somehow seemed to have some prejudice against Henry, glanced coldly at the sage and stood up to herself.

"It's the ......," the girl frowned and turned her head to look behind her, the crumbling wall blocked their hope of going back, but judging by the narrower passage on this side, the others should have just run to the other side and not been locked behind with the rat dragon.

Thinking so, Henry walked to the wall on the left, drew the short knife in his hand, and began to strike hard.

"Knock, knock, knock. The end of the metal dagger slammed against the stone wall with a clearly visible sound, and the sage knocked a few times, then waited quietly.

"Knock-knock-knock-"

The same response came from the other side, and Henry looked back, and both ladies were relieved.

"Looks like they're okay too. The sage nodded to the two of them, then turned back and took advantage of the moonlight to turn over a few stones and draw two torches from the dead horse.

"Boom-" He lit one with flint and steel, then used it to light the other, handing it to the young lady.

"Stay behind me, it looks like it's leading to a courtyard or something, and we should be able to join them if we keep going. The sage said as he put the dagger back into his waist, and then began to move forward with the torch in one hand.

Mira and the blonde maiden followed him closely, while the woman, who seemed to be prejudiced against Henry, gave a cold glance before following a little further behind.

Henry only glanced back at her, it was foolish to be left alone, but the man didn't know why he seemed to be prejudiced against him, so he didn't bother to speak.

He wasn't the kind of person who had nothing to do with himself, and Henry had seen eighteen hundred of them, all carved out of a mold. Even if you don't know what you've offended her, she just has a stubborn prejudice against you. And when this prejudice exists, no matter what you say, it will only be counterproductive and ridiculed.

Others may waste their time trying to please her, telling her not to be alone or something, but Henry was never a good person.

He walked on his own, Mira following him closely, while the blonde girl stayed behind with some concern, whispering for a while before the woman came closer.

"Squeak-" The passage on this side was very short, and there was a barely usable wooden door at the end, and the two of them approached when the sage pushed it open. He glanced back, and the blonde girl nodded at Henry, while the woman snorted at him for no apparent reason, which might mean something to her.

The inexplicable hostility of the woman "......" did not affect Henry in the slightest, and he walked in first, as calmly and composedly as ever—it was a small room, or rather a transitional room, because there was a wooden door on the other side.

Wooden tables and chairs, cabinets, clay pots covered with dust and spider silk, and wooden bowls on the table seemed to have some leftover food scraps from that year.

They had blackened, and the whole room had slept undisturbed for more than two centuries.

Two hundred years have been forgotten, and the four of them here have the illusion of traveling through time and space for some reason—Henry gently pushed open the wooden door in front of him.

Unlike the other side, this is the nest of an adult rattosaurus. Although their arrival had already alarmed the sneaky creatures, Henry was still cautious.

"Wow, coward. The woman who had prejudices against him made a disdainful sound at the sage's actions, and in the silence her voice was rather sharp, and this time even the blonde maiden frowned at her.

"Look at it, it's clear that those things are still like this ghost in the neighborhood, can't I say a word about him? The girl's expression made the woman, who seemed to have a grudge against everyone, turn the muzzle of the gun towards her, snatch the blonde girl's torch, and then run beyond Henry.

"If you want to take your time here, take your time, I'm going to find my Rodney!" she shouted, which surprised Henry a little, but after thinking about it, he felt that it was a matter of course—it turned out that these two were a couple, and they were really husband and wife.

He thought so as he reached out to stop her.

“...... Are you trying to take advantage of me? The sight of the sage holding one hand on her chest made the disgust on the woman's face even worse, and Henry responded to her by pushing the wooden door open with force.

"Squeak-"

——!The sudden flash of fire caused the rattosaur to twist its head with a scream, but the rattosaur's scream was nowhere near as high as the other scream that sounded in the ears of Henry and Mira immediately after.

"Ah——!!h

The fishy stench and the rotten egg-like smell of sulfur peculiar to the rattosaurus entered the nostrils of the people, but before it could pounce on the woman's face, Henry acted.

The sage didn't draw his sword, he didn't even pick up a short knife. He just raised the torch in one hand, sank his waist, stepped back, and then threw a punch with the other.

"Bang-squeak-" As if predetermined, the Rittosaurus's fragile nose was accurately hit and smashed by Henry's massive fist, and a trace of foul-smelling blood splattered out, and the Sage instantly rolled over to avoid it, and it landed in the mouth of the screaming woman.

"Uh-" Her eyes widened as if she were going to vomit, and then she lowered her head and retched. Henry shrugged his shoulders, and the blonde girl snatched the torch from the retching woman lying on the ground.

"Don't touch me. The reappearance of a monster like the rat dragon froze in fright, and Henry reached out to touch her head—he found himself enjoying it more and more lately—but the hand that had just touched the filthy ratdragon was shaken off by the white-haired Lori with a look of disgust, and she hid beside the blonde girl, and Henry shrugged his shoulders and had to give up.

It was also good for the white-haired girl to stop clinging to him, and Henry, who had let go of his hands and feet, took a step forward and ran to the rat dragon that he had punched half to death—it twitched, and everyone could see the real appearance of these things in the firelight.

"What a genius the man who named it the Rat Dragon in the first place......," muttered the blond-haired young lady, and the shepherd-sized monster lying on the ground looked like a hairless mouse. At this moment, it was lying on its side on the ground, its broken palate and nose bones covered with blood, its eyes closed, and after a while, it let out a foul smell and a "pop" sound from its lower body.

"Evil—" The blonde girl and Mira took a few steps back to cover their mouths and noses, while Henry shrugged his shoulders with a relaxed expression: "It turns out that the legend is true, and when the rat dragon is dying, it will use foul-smelling feces to get the predator away in order to get a respite. ”

He said this, and without mercy lifted his foot and stomped heavily on the rattosaurus's head.

"Squeak——!" The tail of the hairless dragon like a big dog straightened up and twitched incessantly, and Henry twisted his foot again to make sure it was completely dead, and wiped the soles of his boots from the stones next to him to wipe the blood and dirt.

......The woman with a gloomy face walked up slowly, her head bowed, and she stared at Henry with hatred, the incident that had just been splashed in her mouth by the blood of the rat dragon seemed to have taken a big toll on her psyche. But Henry didn't care about it, he was neither happy nor sad about it.

The group began to move forward again, and after walking through the passage on this side, they finally came to the open field—the fresh air lifted everyone's spirits, and the open courtyard was covered with fallen leaves and weeds, but the joy lasted only ten seconds.

"Qiang-" Henry pulled out his two-handed greatsword with a serious face, he handed the torch to Mira, and the white-haired big Lori nodded solemnly with a small face.

"You stay here. ”

There was an instant movement in the grass, and Henry met them with his sword in both hands and a lunge in the bright moonlight.

"Boom"

Blood splattered, and it was another one-sided killing.