In the cold wind, Mrs. Delin tightened her collar, but she still couldn't stop the cold air from penetrating into her neck.
What made her feel even more chilled was the icy gazes of the soldiers of the surrounding Tianma Legion.
The Duke of St. Pros hurried past her just now. Although he didn't say anything, his indifference was enough to make Mrs. Delin tremble with fear.
If there was a chance for the Hall family to reform before, now, after Marquis Vincent died here, this chance has become extremely slim.
To make matters worse, once Marquis Vincent died, even if the Duke of St. Pross forgave the Hall family, the future of the Hall family in the East was doomed to be bleak.
Because, the biggest backer of the Hall family is gone.
What they are about to face must be endless suspicion and suppression.
Therefore, under the current situation, the only way out for the Hall family seems to be to seek refuge in the north.
Even if you bear the infamy of a traitor because of this, it's still better than staying in the East Territory!
But the question is, how to escape to the north
Mrs. Delin knew that the Blood Cavalry Army had entered Bailu City, and now she only hoped that this legendary invincible army from the north could successfully take their family away from here.
"Mrs. Dering..."
In a daze, Mrs. Delin seemed to hear someone calling herself.
But when she looked around, she couldn't find the man.
Just when she thought she was hallucinating, the hoarse and monotonous voice sounded again.
Mrs. Delin heard it clearly this time, and then she was shocked to find that the sound was made by the "corpse" of a northerner under her feet!
The man was nailed to the ground with a long spear, but through the eyehole of the armor, Mrs. Delin could see that cold gaze staring at her.
Her throat couldn't help rolling, but she suppressed her fear and didn't make a sound.
Looking around, Mrs. Delin quietly approached the "corpse" while no one was paying attention.
"... When there will be turmoil, you will take the Hall family and flee towards the south gate..."
The man's voice was rough and cold, as if it came from hell, but it gave Madam Delin a glimmer of hope.
She couldn't help asking in a low voice: "What turmoil? Is the blood cavalry army coming soon?"
Her question, however, went unanswered.
Mrs. Delin couldn't help asking again, but still didn't get a response, as if the man couldn't hold his breath anymore after saying this sentence.
Madam Delin looked around and saw that no one was paying attention to her, so she knelt down, leaned in front of the "corpse", and knocked on his visor.
boom boom...
Nothing happened.
boom boom...
"Stop knocking."
Madam Delin was taken aback, and turned around to realize that it was Knight Muffat who said the words behind her.
"Lord Muffat." Mrs. Delin stood up, feeling guilty, she didn't dare to look into Knight Muffat's eyes.
Knight Muffat did not hear the previous conversation, but saw Mrs. Delin knocking on the armor of a corpse, and asked angrily:
"What are you doing?"
"I... I'm just curious who this person is..."
"Northern people, how many do you know?" Knight Muffat said casually, but driven by curiosity, he also squatted down and took off the helmet of the corpse.
"Why does this person look familiar..." Knight Muffat looked at the face of this middle-aged man, rubbed his chin and fell into thought.
Immediately, his eyes froze for an instant, because he recognized the identity of the corpse!
But just when Knight Muffat was about to call out, a scream from the Duke of St. Pros suddenly came from the hall!
At this moment, Knight Muffat suddenly discovered that the corpse in front of him suddenly opened his eyes!
A terrifying aura instantly enveloped Knight Muffat. In a trance, he seemed to see a giant dragon from ancient times. The strong sense of oppression made him unable to breathe at all, let alone shout out.
Fortunately, the resurrected northerner ignored Knight Muffat at all, jumped up from the ground, drew out the spear that pierced his body as a weapon, and rushed towards the hall like a sharp arrow.
After the man left, Knight Muffat sat down on the ground in relief, panting heavily, and shouted at the same time: "Quick! Hurry up and save the Duke! That man just now is a sixth-level soldier in the northern region—Lucien!"
"Lucien?"
You must know that in this world where there are very few strong people in the sanctuary, the sixth level actually represents the pinnacle of personal force, so Lucien's name is also widely spread even in the east.
At this moment, when they heard the Muffat knight call to reveal the identity of this person, all the guards of the St. Pross family immediately rushed to the hall like crazy, trying to protect their master.
But at this time, those northern assassins who had already "dead" jumped up from the ground one by one!
Caught off guard, a large number of soldiers in the eastern border were killed or injured.
Terrible screams filled the entire Hall family manor.
Seeing this, Mrs. Delin finally realized what the "turmoil" that person was talking about before, so she made a decisive decision and yelled at the members of the Hall family who were dumbfounded in place:
"Quick! Follow me and rush out together!"
After speaking, he took the lead and rushed out.
Seeing this, the rest of the Hall family members came to their senses one after another, and all followed in a swarm.
Knight Muffat was angry and anxious when he saw this, but he had no time to take care of the members of the Hall family, because the safety of the Duke of St. Pros was obviously more important.
So, he pulled a soldier over and ordered: "You immediately contact the nearby Pegasus Legion and ask them to intercept the fleeing members of the Hall family. Don't let them escape from Bailu City!"
"yes!"
Then, Knight Muffat drew his sword from his waist and roared angrily:
"Brothers! Get rid of these northerners! Rescue the Duke!"
"kill!"
…
In the hall, the crystal coffin has been shattered all over the place.
The entire chest of Marquis Vincent was sunken by the furious Duke of St. Pros, and a lot of blood gushed out of his mouth like a spring, but even so, he was not dead yet.
And with a piercing smile on his face, he looked straight at his father, his eyes full of undisguised hatred and pleasure.
"Traitor!"
The Duke of St. Pross clasped his fists and was about to smash down again.
But at this moment, he suddenly felt a strong sense of crisis coming from behind him.
Turning his head suddenly, the Duke of St. Pros saw a figure rushing towards him at an alarming speed.
"Lucien?"
Since the helmet was taken off by Knight Muffat just now, the Duke of St. Pros recognized Lucien at a glance.
Although the two were not familiar with each other, the Duke of St. Pros also knew that this was a difficult opponent, so he didn't dare to be careless at all, and immediately went all out.
I saw the dazzling holy light constantly surging around the Duke of St. Pros, and quickly gathered towards his hands.
In the void, there seemed to be the neighing of war horses.
The Duke of St. Pross looked calm and punched out!
(end of this chapter)