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 and is crying!
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The night was dark, the sky was overcast, and large drops of rain fell heavily.
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, and 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 was engraved with a floating magic circle. This magic circle reduced the weight of the carriage to the minimum. The three
Faint black flames flashed from the horns on the black-headed horses. They breathed out hot air, dragging the weightless carriage and galloping forward like a strong wind.
The faint sound of horse hooves could be heard from behind, and sharp whistles kept ringing from the surrounding dense black pine forest.
Black Rose Mrs. Rose was wrapped in a black cloak, her face was pale, and she was holding a strange snake-shaped sword tightly. She looked back hastily through the gap in the car window. A faint fire could be seen in the far distance behind.
It was the pursuers who lit up torches and were quickly chasing us this way.
Forget about those pursuing soldiers, what made Mrs. Ross 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 long came with a harsh whistling sound.
A sound shot out from the dark pine forest. A guard in black who was riding a horse and following the carriage groaned, and the long arrow shot into the ribs of his armor, sinking deeply into his body.
The arrows were poisonous, and the poison was so poisonous that it sealed the throat with blood. The body of the guard, who had reached the middle level of his status, swayed and fell off his horse. Several mounts from behind rushed towards him and stepped heavily on his head.
His body was stepped on so hard that his bones were broken and his tendons were cracked, and he died tragically 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 magic wands were placed near the car window.
The raindrops suddenly suspended in the air. They twisted rapidly and turned into thin arc-shaped ice flakes. They swept towards the place where the arrow was shot with a harsh sound of breaking through the air.
Densely packed ice blades covered an area of more than ten meters in radius. 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 commotion in the dense forest, and a sharp sound was heard.
The voice yelled angrily. More whistles were faintly heard 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 group of tens of thousands of people.
The tribe, 5,000 strong Black Spirit warriors and 3,000 healthy Black Spirit women, are the new goods that Mrs. Rose has just received.
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. Of course, it is not ruled out that some
The Black Spirits 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 when violent conflicts broke out between several small forces in the Second Abyss. Five thousand black spirit warriors who are proficient in martial arts can be sold for a good price, at least.
It can earn Mrs. Rose millions of gold coins in profit.
But just when these slaves were handed over, a terrible blow came like a storm.
Two thousand Warcraft knights, 10,000 heavy armored cavalry, and 30,000 light cavalry came like a storm. The two thousand subordinates brought by Mrs. Ross were crushed and defeated. The army from the Black Spirit Empire that joined Mrs. Ross
The representatives of General Fang and the thousands of escorting soldiers were beaten to the ground, and they were driven out of sight within a few breaths.
Then Mrs. Ross, escorted by a group of loyal confidants, stepped onto the carriage and fled in panic. However, those powerful and sudden enemies pursued her like maggots on the tarsus, giving her no chance to breathe.
During the chase for one day and two nights, Mrs. Ross tried every means to avoid the pursuers behind her, but everything was ineffective. The other party had thieves who were proficient in tracking and tracking skills. Mrs. Ross sacrificed 13 secret strongholds and died.
Although they defeated thousands of armed subordinates, they still could not get rid of the pursuers.
"Next stronghold, Port of Mine." Mrs. Ross's face became extremely ugly. Port of Mine is about five hundred miles away from the port of New Dunker. It is one of Mrs. Ross's most important strongholds. In Port of Mine
In the barren mountains outside the city, Mrs. Ross 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 subordinates 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 directly or
Indirectly working for her, there are also 20,000 armed personnel under her command.
It is 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 in various strongholds and cannot be mobilized effectively in a short period of time. In order to avoid the pursuit behind her, she can only do it again and again
He led the pursuing soldiers to his own stronghold, allowing his subordinates in the stronghold to delay the chasing troops and create opportunities for him 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 there is really no other way, we can only go to Mine Port. With two thousand fully 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 to the opponent. As long as it can be delayed
In more than a quarter of an hour, Mrs. Ross had a chance to escape. After all, Mine Port was an important stronghold that she carefully built, and she had 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! Since her old friend, Blackbeard, the largest pirate leader in the North Sea and the most powerful black-clad deacon, disappeared without a trace without a trace along with all his confidants, and the port of Dunerker was destroyed.
Once in the sky, Mrs. Ross lost her greatest support.
If Blackbeard was still there, with the ferocity of the Black Tiger family, who could summon tens of thousands of fully armed and well-trained elites with just one order, how could those chasing soldiers behind him 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. They just eat up and walk away! Oh my God, why do I encounter such a difficult situation?
Opponent? Did I recently sell the illegitimate son or daughter of a great noble into the abyss world?"
Mrs. Ross held her chin in distress and sighed heavily.
A sharp arrow shot through the curtain and into the carriage. Mrs. Ross grabbed the arrow and flicked her slender white fingers, and the arrow shot out faster than when it came. Black
There was another scream in the pine forest, and the person who shot the arrow was killed by the arrow that bounced back from Mrs. Rose.
"Has the emergency signal 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 the disappearance of Blackbeard, 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. Ross frowned and sighed softly.
What she sent out was the emergency rescue order from the deacon in black. According to the 'law' of the dark world in the Beihai area, when the deacon in black sends out such an emergency distress signal, all the nearby dark forces must send reinforcements to rescue.
After the matter is over, the black-clothed 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 of them died together in the past few years, and two of them were wiped out by official forces.
, the newly appointed deacons in black are still busy consolidating their power and carving up territory. God only knows how many people will come to rescue them wholeheartedly.
Sighing in distress, Mrs. Rose's eyes widened, and she once again began to miss that rough, powerful blackbeard who gave people a sense of security like a mountain. Although that damn guy was vulgar and uncultured, his power was real.
It's ridiculously strong.
Mrs. Ross is just a slave trader. How can the people under her compare with the thugs of the Black Tiger family?
If Blackbeard was still around, 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 left, Port Mine.
Hope you can escape!
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