The carriage was parked on the side of the road, and the Chaom brothers were busy tethering the car together for one-man driving.
After a fierce quarrel, the witches were finally persuaded by Annie to follow the clown first into the woods.
Soon it was Yorko and the rest.
"Sir, we should go too," Yanshan passed him with a bag of food on his back. "Otherwise, if the enemy notices, all efforts will be wasted."
"Later, I want to say two more words to her."
He thought it would take a long time to make a decision, but he did not expect to confirm the candidate in less than a quarter of an hour.
The person who stood up was No. 76.
Although Yanshan and Annie also expressed their willingness to stay and break the queen, as the nominal leader of the team, Yorko finally chose her.
"I had five years of combat training in "Dark Money", and I can run very fast, so don't worry too much about me. "No. 76's speech is very simple, as simple as an ordinary farewell," Didn't it say that there is a village? When I drive the wagon there and infiltrate the villagers, they will never find me. After the storm is over, I will join you again in the border city of Greycastle, remember to wait for me there. "
However, the answer the magician whispered to him was that the village was thirty miles away, and it was almost impossible for those who stayed to get there before the knight. And after the carriages are connected together, the travel progress will be greatly reduced, and this chance is even slimmer.
If the pursuers did not come to capture the witch on the orders of the Dawn Lord, then everything would be a false alarm. But if the other party was as worried as the magician feared, how the deceived knight would vent his anger on No. 76, Yorko could imagine with his eyes closed.
He faintly realized in his heart that if the convoy was intercepted by the Royal Capital Knights, the only one who might survive would be himself. Ampere Moa might demand a large ransom from Roland and mock him as a laughing stock of the nobles, but he would not easily send him to the guillotine. Except for him, the rest of the people who were caught were basically only a dead end.
Maybe he's the one who should stay the most to attract the attention of his pursuers.
Yorko also wanted to stand up several times, but his fear made his feet completely immobile, and he couldn't say that sentence until the end.
The ambassador is the face of the king, I can't be taken back and sneered and insulted by them, because that is equivalent to insulting the king of Greycastle. He had to comfort himself like this, if he didn't think so, he couldn't even look directly into No. 76's eyes.
Damn, she's obviously just a slave that she bought back.
Yorko walked in front of Seventy-Six and was about to say something, but the other party had already said, "My lord, this is my own choice, and it has nothing to do with "dark money". black money", but I didn't like it there at all. I thought I would stay underground all my life, curry favor with those guests, and become the new silver face in old age, or be assigned as a handyman and never see the light of day. But you took me out of there and let me feel the wide world outside, and I have no regrets. Come into the woods, it will be too late. "
"But… "
"Thank you, my lord," said No. 76 with a smile, "without your words, I might have been beaten to death in the underground cave long ago. This life belongs to you. And I may not If something happens, if there is a chance, let’s meet at Greycastle.”
"My lord, we have to go," Brother Chom urged behind him.
Yorko took a deep breath and turned to leave.
That's right, she's just a slave.
This is the most appropriate choice.
Obviously thinking so, but my heart seems to be blocked.
Before entering the woods, Yorko finally turned her head to look and saw that the convoy was already slowly advancing under the drive of No. 76. She did not stop or wave goodbye, as if it was just a simple farewell.
Just like the reason she stood up.
Soon, tree shadows blocked his vision.
Seventy-six didn't keep the team going.
After about a mile, she stopped the horse.
No matter how far, the entrance to the woods cannot be seen.
She jumped off her horse and sat at the back of the carriage, quietly waiting for her pursuers to arrive.
The time of sitting with us may be very long, but for her, it is only a short moment. In the long years, the most thing she lacks is time, and waiting has long been a habit.
As the sun gradually set in the west, the figures of the knights appeared at the end of the road.
They did not wear the emblem and colorful satin of the Royal Capital Knights, but the exquisite armor and tall horse showed that the pursuers were indeed from the big city.
No. 76 silently counted the number of each other, a total of thirty-five people, half of whom were entourages. However, it can be seen from their eyes and actions that these huts are never much worse than the knights in small places.
Seeing the carriage parked on the side of the road, the leader of Wei frowned. He swung a whip in the air, and the knights immediately swarmed up and surrounded the convoy.
"Sir Logan, there is no one in the car!"
"Interesting... It seems that our Greycastle ambassador also released a scout," Logan sneered, "Kao, Jester, the two of you go back and check the footprints on both sides of the road. Since you abandoned the car and fled, it is impossible not to any trace."
This sentence has already explained their purpose.
"Sir, this woman..."
"Cut off her hands and feet and simply torture her, but since she dares to stay here, you shouldn't be able to ask anything."
"No, they escaped to that forest." No. 76 stood up and said, "It's not far behind you. But..."
"But what?" One of the knights had drawn his saber, the other free hand reaching out to her arm.
Obviously, even if she gave the answer, this group of people did not intend to let her go.
"But you don't have the chance to go to the witch again."
No. 76 flipped his hand, grabbed the opponent's wrist with lightning speed, and then pulled hard, the burly knight flew straight up, and plunged into her arms like a child.
And his head was tucked under her armpit.
The shoulders were slightly closed, and the armor made a sour squeak, followed by a crackling sound, and the helmet moved away from its original position, staggered from the collar at the neck by a distance of about a fist length and width.
The knight twitched like a dehydrated fish.
"Let go of Charlie!"
"Damn, kill her!"
The others drew their swords and stabbed at her.
Seventy-six shoved the knights with their broken necks towards the attackers, forcing them to return to the sword to block, while she grabbed the saber dropped by the hapless and slashed at the nearest enemy. 8