The fleeing nobles gradually began to understand that the barbaric dragon vassals had no intention of ending the war. They had no intention of stopping to negotiate and stopped as soon as possible. Because the other party was not human aristocrats at all, they had no intention of abide by the rules of the game between human aristocrats - this war was not a noble game, and its purpose was to never end.

However, the aristocrats who woke up had no choice but to continue to flee, and they did not dare to stop until they were exhausted.

During their day after day escape, their physical strength and mind began to fall to the bottom.

This pursuit has entered a nearly mechanized operation stage - at least for the various clans under Reno.

Every day, the orc wolf cavalry at the forefront will send the latest information to the leaders behind. Even without this information, the noble legion, which has completely lost order, can hardly hide its whereabouts when fleeing. Orcs and pursuers of various tribes lock on the large-scale deserters at a distance of not far or near. As long as the other party stops, they will immediately start hunting, without normal food, no normal sleep, or even no time to stop. In fact, this is a test of willpower for both parties chasing, but it is obvious that the test of the army deserters will be even more difficult.

The warriors responsible for pursuing all races actually have the opportunity to rest in shifts. After victory, the surging fighting spirit of pursuing them also inspires them to continue moving forward. The continuous destroying of garrisons in various territories of human nobles along the way has brought them sufficient supplies. Moreover, the physical constitution of warriors of various ethnic groups is not comparable to that of humans. Perhaps some high-level soldiers are stronger than the vassals of various races who are usually pursuing. However, at the same level, humans are always inferior in physical constitution, especially when they are facing a group of screaming combat madmen.

Like orcs, the more they see prey screaming and panic, the more excited they are. The stronger they are!

For example, the rabbit tribe is even more energetic than the orcs. They are always the most energetic and energetic existences in the pursuit army. A large group of white waves jumped up the exaggerated weapons in their hands and chased the humans who were several times taller than them and screamed.

Among humans, the orcs and the rabbit tribe are always the ones that can scare them the most, especially the rabbit tribe, who are the first to be affected!

In contrast, this fleeing army composed of nobles from the Thorn Kingdom and serfs in charge of baggage... they are quickly approaching their limit.

In fact, they had already reached their limit. With this era, the defeated army was equivalent to a refugee army with almost no cohesion and discipline. When Renault instantly destroyed the legion's vanguard troops, the noble knights with spell casting ability, and the mages died on the battlefield like ordinary infantry, and with the beam of light falling that day, almost even the corpses disappeared under the beam, which had no intention of fighting for most ordinary soldiers.

One of the reasons why they continue to flee to this day is that some nobles with higher titles in the legion are still trying to maintain their final dignity. Although the breath of the evil dragon is terrible, the Lord of the Thorn Kingdom, which is close to him, has a stronger deterrence against ordinary soldiers. The pressure accumulated by the Lords of these kingdoms has been deeply imprinted in the minds of those serfs and ordinary soldiers, and is still barely maintaining the situation in the team.

Another reason is that Arnold IV, who is now more powerful, has almost no one dared to disobey the power of the current king of the Thorn Kingdom. On the contrary, it is also because the Thorn Kingdom has used foreign troops in recent years and has won a great victory every time. The domestic resources, land and voice have gradually begun to magnify, which has led to the power of Arnold IV in China.

Many people also firmly believe that the Kingdom will sweep again and slaughter this damn evil dragon. Moreover, these ordinary soldiers felt that if they did not obey the orders of these Lords, even if they fled back to their homeland, their fate would be worse than death. Because the Kingdom had almost no tolerance for traitors, even if they surrendered! The Kingdom's iron-blooded law ordered most soldiers and serfs in the Thorn Kingdom to take root in the minds of the vast majority of the soldiers and serfs in the Thorn Kingdom here.

With the ruthless pursuit of the vassal clans and the terrible force, the kingdom's laws even allowed the defeated soldiers who should have no cohesion to persist until today.

But no matter how long they persist, their physical strength and will finally reach their limits.

The cold night wind blew across the plains, and the sweetness of spring bellflower in the night wind, Barth, a legion soldier from Moxisha in the western part of the Thorn Kingdom, sat in a cold pit, and counted the time silently with his two legion companions and nine ordinary legion soldiers without a lord. Around them were dozens of people, dozens of serfs from the territory near the Iron Duchy of Steel in the southeast of the Thorn Kingdom.

These are all the people who set out from various territories and survived. Their lords were dead. More than a hundred of their brothers and sisters were separated on the way to escape. Even themselves lost contact with the large army before nightfall. In the nightfall, no one dared to light up the lights to find companions, and no one dared to call and call, perhaps walking next to other lords and nobles. After they were separated, dozens of people who had finally gathered together could only gather in this dark and cold nightfall, quietly waiting for tomorrow.

Wait for that tomorrow that may not necessarily come.

No one spoke, even though a glow of the rising sun had appeared in the horizon, no one looked up and looked at the horizon. Bart lowered his head, his blood-covered eyes staring at the ground beneath his feet. Hunger and sleepiness were tearing his nerves at the same time, making him not want to say one more word or do another action.

He has not slept for several days and nights, and everyone here has not slept for several days and nights. Even in the Silver rank he would be at the limit in this situation, not to mention ordinary people. Barth now just wants to lie down, just sleep, just want to go back to his warm manor, drink a sip of hot ginger wine, and then sleep for three or five days, but he knew he had no chance - he could not return to his manor, he was a viscount of the Kingdom of Thorns, indeed in the Principality, and even if he was in his rank, it was not impossible for him to obtain the title of earl. As for the Kingdom, the Silver rank was just a viscount without many merits.
Chapter completed!