Although this flatbed truck made of magic car panels was ugly, it looked like it was going to fall apart at any time, especially when it was driving on this wasteland filled with countless shallow pits and gravel, and it was so bumpy all the way.
Very powerful.
But it turns out that this craftsman who usually specializes in catapults is quite reliable in his craftsmanship. No matter how the flatbed truck shakes, there is no sign of falling apart.
And after a period of adaptation, the horse gradually became familiar with other people.
John, the catapult maintenance craftsman, felt that He Boqiang was the most important fighting force of the group. When the evil spirits caught up, He Boqiang would probably have to rely on He Boqiang for combat matters, so he offered to drive the catapult himself and let He Boqiang find a chance to rest more.
The deserted grassland was dotted with fleeing expeditionary soldiers. These soldiers gathered in small groups in twos and threes. Everyone seemed to be on guard against each other. There were also some knights who galloped across the grassland on horseback without stopping for a moment.
The figures of evil spirits can still be seen on the grass in the distance. Wherever they go, they bring killings. No one is willing to stay for a moment to help those escapees targeted by evil spirits. Maybe there were some before, just those brave ones.
Most of the survivors are dead, and the rest are those who are still alive.
The name of the noble knight is Trollope, and he is a junior knight. This mission is to escort the female swordsmen from the Swordsman Academy to the Warsaw plane for training. I did not expect to encounter such a thing at the expeditionary camp.
, this group of female swordsmen has a total of three magic caravans, and the other two magic caravans carried most of the female swordsmen in the academy back to Handanar County three days ago, but this magic caravan just left the forest farm.
Some malfunctions occurred not too far away from the camp, and we had to return to the forest camp for repairs.
Not to mention wasting three precious days, we actually caught up with the evil ghost army's desperate counterattack. The road leading to Handanar County was crowded with fleeing expeditionary soldiers, and a large number of evil ghosts came one after another, and the magic caravan
The only choice was to drive into the wilderness. On the grassland, the ten-meter-long black carriage and four horses became the primary targets of the evil spirits. After chasing all the way, they were finally intercepted by the evil ghosts on the slope.
In the previous battle, Knight Trollope had one of his legs chopped off by an evil spirit and lost the ability to fight. Only a few accompanying guards and female swordsmen in the magic caravan faced off against the evil spirit. Most of the female swordsmen
The swordsmen were all slaughtered by the evil demons of the capital, and the female swordsmen who were qualified to survive were at least above level one in strength.
The red-haired beauty Darcy Christie is one of the best. Their swordsmen team suffered few casualties during the battle, but the specific battle situation was not described in great detail by Trollope Knight.
No evil spirits had caught up yet, so everyone stopped by a pool to take a rest.
This pool is not too big and consists of three irregular pools connected. The craftsman John untied the ancient Bolai horse and pulled it to the edge of the pool to drink.
He Boqiang checked Beatrice's injuries again. The round-faced girl was still unconscious and the wound had not worsened. Miss Hathaway had been staying by Beatrice's side. He Boqiang stretched out his hand and released the palm of his hand.
The pale golden sacred aura covered Beatrice's wound, and the two-finger-wide wound seemed to be slowly squirming and constantly repairing itself.
Miss Hathaway looked at the scene in front of her in surprise, with He Boqiang's extremely focused figure reflected in her pupils.
Craftsman John helped Knight Trollope to relieve himself in the distance. Although this noble knight was lame in one leg, he still cared about this kind of thing very much.
Sitting on the edge of the flatbed, Miss Hathaway stared at He Boqiang seriously and asked, "Do you know how to heal?"
He Boqiang turned his palm upward, allowing Hathaway to see clearly the golden air ball in his palm. The faint golden light was very weak, like a constantly burning orange flame.
"I don't know if this is a healing technique. In short, there is a kind of Qi in my body that can speed up the healing of wounds." He Boqiang glanced at Miss Hathaway and said.
Seeing Craftsman John and Knight Trollope walking away, Miss Hathaway blinked and said to He Boqiang:
"Are you Little Duck? I remember they said you couldn't speak before."
"You remember wrongly. Little Dak died in the battle at Moyun Ridge. All other members of the second team died in the battle. Only me is left. My name is Suldak." He Boqiang's eyes trembled.
For a moment, he pretended to be calm.
Hathaway smiled lightly and said: "Before leaving the expeditionary camp, I heard from Suldak that you left the camp to handle personal matters..."
He Boqiang lowered his head and stopped talking, and the hand on Beatrice's chest also stopped. Seeing this, Hathaway had to change her words:
"...Okay, Knight Surdak!" Although she said this, the expression in her eyes did not seem to agree with this sentence.
Probably wanting to change the subject, Miss Hathaway asked He Boqiang: "...How is Baron Sidney?"
Hearing Miss Hathaway ask about Baron Sidney, He Boqiang reached out and took off the double-edged sword from his back and handed it to Miss Hathaway.
It was just a bit beyond his expectation that Miss Hathaway had no impression of this big sword that belonged to Baron Sidney. She stared at He Boqiang with a blank look on her face, as if asking: Do you want me to see this sword done?
Well?
He Boqiang calmly took the sword back and said: "Many people died in the battle, and Baron Sidney also died on the front line of the Moyunling Crossbow Regiment..."
I thought Miss Hathaway would show a sad expression when she heard the news that Baron Sidney had died in battle, but Miss Hathaway in front of her had a calm face and did not show any sad emotions.
"..."
Stopped for a while.
He Boqiang couldn't help but ask Miss Hathaway: "Don't you seem particularly sad about the death of your fiancé?"
Miss Hathaway squinted her eyes, and her green eyes had a soul-stirring beauty.
A slit was cut in the spine-tailed crystal lion leather armor on her body at the shoulder, and the round shoulders were exposed from the inside. The skin was as white and delicate as mutton fat, and He Boqiang couldn't help but swallow his saliva.
Miss Hathaway did not notice He Boqiang's wanton eyes.
"This is our second meeting, how do you think I should feel?" Miss Hathaway glanced at He Boqiang.
She seemed to be caught in a faint memory, her beautiful eyes drifting to the clouds in the sky.
He continued: "He is an excellent construct knight. If someone in the family wants to absorb him, then someone in the family needs to stand up and marry him. This time it just happened to be my turn."
Then she couldn't help laughing and said: "Actually, I don't know much about him at all. I only heard that he had several lovers in Helensa City, and I heard that he even brought one of them to the military camp in the Warsaw plane.
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Half of her long blond hair was cut off by an evil spirit at the back of her head. She simply cut the remaining hair into shoulder-length hair and tied it behind her head with a hair tie. She looked neat and tidy. Then she sorted out her mood. The application was a bit complicated.
He glanced at He Boqiang and said:
"You're right... Even if I'm an ordinary friend, I should be sad to hear such bad news."
"But I really don't feel anything right now..."
"Really! It's like someone who has nothing to do with me dies, or I feel a little relieved...or it's simply a relief for me. If I were in Bena City, hearing the news, I would
By now I should be running out for a drink with Beatrice."
"I'm more curious about you than talking about him. I know my memory will not be confused." Her voice was clear and sweet, and her eyes were full of curiosity.
"..."
With a cunning look in her eyes, she said to He Boqiang: "You are clearly the dumb little Dak, but now you are using your friend's name. Maybe you think you can occupy his position and wealth?"
He Boqiang thought that Miss Hathaway had compromised, but he did not expect that she would bring it up again.
He Boqiang didn't know how to answer this kind of soul torture for a while, and was thinking about how to answer.
Miss Hathaway leaned into He Boqiang's ear and lowered her voice and said: "If there is no reasonable explanation, I will write a letter to the Military Justice Department of the Bena Legion to report you. I will not compromise so easily."