It hurts so much, it was exploded!
Quack quack! I can only hope for everyone’s support, let’s blast and blast and come back!
Zhutou is taking care of the baby at home today, crying!
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The night was dark, the sky was overcast, and large drops of rain fell heavily. WwW. QuANbEn-XiAoShUo. cO
The cold wind from the Odin Icefield roared over, bringing with it bursts of biting chill. Once autumn enters the northern territory of the Gallic Empire, it will be invaded by ice storms from time to time, and even occasionally blizzards will come across the sea. The strong wind carried the rain, hitting the dense black pine forest heavily. The huge pine trees swayed with the wind, like the arms of countless evil ghosts.
In such bad weather and in such a wilderness, no one should have appeared.
But a gorgeous four-wheeled carriage, surrounded by dozens of guards, fled along a forest path in embarrassment. The carriage is engraved with a floating magic circle. This magic circle reduces the weight of the carriage to the minimum. Faint black flames flash from the horns on the heads of the three black horses. They spit out hot air and drag the weight of the carriage as if it is nothing. The carriage flew forward like a strong wind.
The faint sound of horse hooves could be heard from behind, and sharp whistles continued to sound from the dense black pine forest around them.
Black Rose Mrs. Rose was wrapped in a black cloak, her face was pale, and she was holding a strange snake-shaped sword tightly, looking back hastily through the gap in the car window. A fire could be faintly seen in the far distance behind. It was the pursuers who had lit torches and were chasing this way quickly.
Forget about those pursuing soldiers, what made Mrs. Rose even more desperate were the elusive assassins lurking in the black pine forest. The sharp whistling sound gradually approached, and suddenly a long arrow with a thumb thickness of more than one meter was shot out of the dark pine forest with a harsh whistling sound. A black-clothed guard riding a horse and following the carriage groaned, and a long arrow shot into the ribs of his armor, sinking deeply into his body.
There is poison on the arrow, and it is so poisonous that it seals the throat with blood. The guard, whose strength had reached the middle level, swayed and fell off his horse. Several mounts came running wildly from behind. He stepped on him so hard that he suffered broken bones and tendons and died on the spot.
A strange spell sounded from beside Mrs. Rose. A petite female mage shrouded in a black cloak recited several spells and waved her short magic wand outward. Hundreds of raindrops near the car window suddenly suspended in the air. They twisted rapidly and turned into thin arc-shaped ice flakes. They swept towards the place where the arrow came from with a harsh sound of breaking through the air.
Densely packed ice blades covered an area of more than ten meters in radius, and a shrill scream came from the dense forest, followed by the sound of blood vessels rupturing and blood spurting violently from the body. There was a burst of excitement in the dense forest, and a sharp voice yelled angrily. More whistles came faintly from further away.
Mrs. Ross held the hilt of the sword tightly with a gloomy expression and stamped her foot fiercely.
The attack came out of nowhere, without any warning. She had just made a big deal. On the Black Spirit Continent, the war between the Black Spirit Empire and the indigenous tribes was in full swing. The Black Spirit Empire had just wiped out a large tribe with tens of thousands of people, 5,000 strong Black Spirit warriors and 3,000 healthy Black Spirit women. This was the new cargo that Mrs. Rose had just obtained.
If these people are sold to the Undead Continent, they will be the best miners while they are alive - Mrs. Rose is relatively charitable, and she will only sell these unlucky souls to those undead lords who are more disciplined. certainly. It is not ruled out that some black spirit people will be given as gifts to some crazy necromancers. How they will be treated has nothing to do with Mrs. Rose.
Of course. Recently, there is a huge shortage of slaves in the abyss world, especially the fierce conflict that broke out among several small forces in the Second Abyss. Five thousand black spirit warriors who are proficient in martial arts can be sold at a good price, at least to Ross. Madame made profits of millions of gold coins.
But just when these slaves were handed over, a terrible blow came like a storm.
Two thousand Warcraft Knights. Ten thousand heavy armored cavalry and thirty thousand light cavalry came like a storm. The 2,000 subordinates brought by Mrs. Rose were defeated as if they were dead. The representative of the military general from the Black Spirit Empire who was in contact with Mrs. Rose, together with the thousands of escorting soldiers, were beaten to the point where they were crawling all over the ground. They were barely able to breathe. In no time, they were driven out of sight.
Then Mrs. Ross, escorted by a group of loyal confidants, stepped on the carriage and fled in panic. But those powerful and sudden enemies chased her like tarsal maggots, giving her no chance to breathe.
During the chase for one day and two nights, Mrs. Ross tried every means to avoid the pursuit behind her, but everything was ineffective. The opponent had thieves who were proficient in tracking and tracking skills. Mrs. Rose sacrificed thirteen secret strongholds and thousands of armed subordinates, but still failed to get rid of the pursuers.
"The next stronghold is the Port of Mine." Mrs. Ross's face became extremely ugly. The Port of Mine is about five hundred miles away from the New Dunker Port and is one of Mrs. Ross's most important strongholds. In the barren mountains outside the city of Mainport, Mrs. Rose built a huge dungeon, where a large number of slaves waiting to be released were imprisoned all year round.
Because she had to guard a large number of slaves, Mrs. Ross deployed two thousand fully armed men there.
As the largest slave trader on the northern coastline of the Western Continent, and as one of the most powerful black-clothed deacons in the dark world of the North Sea, the power in Mrs. Rose's hands is still very powerful. On the entire northern coastline, more than 100,000 people work for her directly or indirectly, and there are 20,000 armed personnel under her command.
It's a pity that she is the big boss of the dark world after all, not a giant at the national level. Her power is scattered across various strongholds and cannot be mobilized effectively in a short period of time. In order to avoid the pursuit behind her, she could only lead the pursuers to her stronghold again and again, letting her subordinates in the stronghold delay the pursuers and create opportunities for herself to escape.
It's a pity that the manpower in those secret small strongholds is not enough to hinder the opponent for much time.
If you really have no choice, you can only go to Mine Port. Two thousand heavily armed and fierce subordinates, plus a group of slaves who can temporarily arm themselves, as long as they are promised freedom, they should be able to cause more trouble for the other party. As long as it can be delayed for more than a quarter of an hour, Mrs. Rose will have a chance to escape. After all, Mine Port is an important stronghold that she carefully built, and she has arranged some escape channels.
"Damn it! Who did I offend?" Mrs. Ross hit her head hard with the hilt of her sword in annoyance.
These years have been really unlucky! Ever since her old friend, Blackbeard, the largest pirate leader in the North Sea and the most powerful black-clad deacon, mysteriously disappeared without a trace with all his confidants, and the Port of Dunkirk collapsed into the sky, Mrs. Ross Lost the biggest boost.
If Blackbeard was still there, with the ferocity of the Black Tiger family, they could summon tens of thousands of fully armed and well-trained elites with just one order. How could the pursuers behind them threaten Mrs. Rose
"Damn guy, why didn't he say hello and just disappeared without a trace! Sure enough, men don't have any good things. He eats everything and just throws away! My God, why do I encounter such a difficult situation? An opponent? Did I recently sell the illegitimate son or daughter of a great noble into the abyss?"
Mrs. Ross held her chin in distress and sighed heavily.
A sharp arrow shot through the curtain and into the carriage. Mrs. Rose grabbed the incoming arrow and flicked her slender white fingers, and the arrow shot out faster than when it came. Another scream came from the black pine forest, and the person who shot the arrow was killed by the arrow that bounced back from Mrs. Rose.
"Has the emergency signal for help been sent out?" Mrs. Rose turned to look at the petite female mage next to her.
"Sent out!" The female mage's voice was unusually hoarse. She sneered: "But it's best not to have too much hope! Since Blackbeard disappeared, several new ruthless guys have emerged in the Beihai area. They are hugely powerful. They are cruel and ruthless, and they are eyeing the throne of the black deacon. Maybe this matter was caused by them, so..."
Mrs. Rose frowned and sighed softly.
What she sent out was the emergency rescue order from the deacon in black. According to the 'laws' of the dark world in the Beihai area, when the black-clad deacon sends out such an emergency signal, all nearby dark forces must send reinforcements for rescue. After the matter is over, the black-clad deacon must also give adequate rewards depending on the number of reinforcements sent by all forces.
If it were ten years ago, after Mrs. Rose's emergency rescue order was spread, it would not take long for the dark forces in the entire North Sea area to take notice and send their most elite experts to help.
But now, times have changed, and the newly rising forces are unruly, and they are always seeking the status of the black deacons; as for those old acquaintances of Mrs. Ross, several have died together in the past few years, and two have been wiped out by official forces. , the newly appointed black-clothed deacons are still busy consolidating their power and carving up territory. God only knows how many people will come to rescue them wholeheartedly.
With a distressed sigh, Mrs. Rose's eyes widened, and she once again began to miss that rough, powerful, black beard that gave people a sense of security like a mountain. Although that damn guy is vulgar and uncultured, his power is ridiculously strong.
Mrs. Rose is just a slave trader. How can the people under her compare with the thugs of the Black Tiger family
If Blackbeard was still there, she wouldn't have to work so hard to escape, right
The sound of arrows striking the air came again, and there were two more screams. In the dark night, two of Mrs. Rose's guards turned over and fell from their horses.
With a faint sigh, Mrs. Ross said bitterly: "Keep on holding on, we will arrive at Mine Port in one hour."
One hour to go, Port Mine.
I hope I can escape!