What's more, people are always prone to random thoughts in such dangerous situations, because people always have random thoughts before they die.
Think about yourself, others, your regrets, your enemies, etc...
Of course, what I want most is that I don’t want to die yet.
That's right, Virgilio didn't want to die yet, so he thought of the possibility that he was framed by Sulin, and couldn't help but cautiously look outside the tree hole.
It really didn't matter at this glance. Damn, he really saw two red archbishops in red robes walking towards this side.
Virgilio's heart suddenly convulsed, and an uneasy feeling arose from the bottom of his heart.
The other party may have discovered his whereabouts and knew that he was hiding in this tree hole.
That's why they walked over quietly, trying to catch themselves off guard.
Their black combat boots stepped on the grass without making any sound. Even the most agile cheetah made a louder noise than them.
Virgilio took a deep breath and tightened his grip on the dagger placed aside.
Who is he? He is a man who wants to become the number one master in Italy. Even if he dies, he must die in battle. He cannot be killed or captured in such a humiliating way.
Thinking this way, he took a look at his injuries, gritted his teeth, then tied his hand and the dagger together with a cloth strip, biting the cloth strip with his mouth to tie a tight knot.
With a determined look in his eyes, Virgilio poured strength into his feet, jumped out of the tree hole, and ran towards the woods on the right.
When the two red-robed archbishops noticed that their enemy was escaping, they no longer deliberately concealed their whereabouts. The energy filled their bodies, their red robes shook, and they started running towards Virgilio with a roar.
The two of them attacked from the left and right, one wielding a long sword and the other a short sword, forming a horned offensive that made it difficult to defend against.
This is an excellent kill.
Virgilio sensed danger, so he accelerated his body suddenly, sprinted a few steps, and ran towards a large tree more than one meter wide.
Although he was injured, he was still very agile. He quickly rushed up the tree trunk, then jumped and ran straight towards the top of the tree.
The two red archbishops were in hot pursuit. One on the left and the other on the right, they still adopted a double-teaming posture to attack Virgilio and prevent him from escaping.
Just when Virgilio was about to reach the top of the tree, he jumped forward.
Trampling in the forest, he looks like a god of war.
Because of the excessive force just now, the wound on Virgilio's lower abdomen was pulled open again. The blood seeping out from the hole soaked his clothes, and then dripped from the corners of his clothes to the ground.
Virgilio smiled bitterly, showing off too much.
Blood fell drop by drop.
The dry grass underfoot was stained red with blood, and even the originally moist soil was diluted into a puddle of mud again.
Although his body was bleeding, Virgilio's fighting spirit remained unabated.
As a warrior, you have the courage to fight others to the end at any time.
His eyes were like a goshawk staring at the two red archbishops in red robes in front of him. They were two tall blond men with blue eyes. Their skin was pale, their eye sockets were sunken, their temples were bulging high, and their eyes were deep.
There is light.
At this time, Virgilio felt that he was a wolf, a group of wounded wolves ready to fight for their lives.
The two red archbishops are two ferocious tigers, noble, but also bloodthirsty.
Virgilio's arm holding the dagger was shaking slightly, and a pool of blood flowed into the blood groove of the dagger, and then slowly dripped down the tip of the dagger...
The blood on the dagger belongs to the enemy as well as one's own.
These two red archbishops were very cunning. They had already seen that Virgilio was at the end of his game. Therefore, they did not fight Virgilio desperately.
They just fought with him, one of them pestering Virgilio, and the other waiting for an opportunity to attack him.
Just now, the red archbishop holding a short sword was fighting with Virgilio. By accident, Virgilio was successfully attacked by the red archbishop holding a long sword.
He was severely slashed by the red archbishop holding a long knife.
The knife hit his back, so Virgilio couldn't check the wound on the back, and he didn't have time. Because the two red archbishops were watching eagerly, not giving him any chance to relax.
However, he could feel that the skin on his back had been torn open, and blood spurted out like a spring. The wound was definitely deep enough to the bone based on his experience, without looking at it.
If Virgilio hadn't been able to dodge quickly with his wolf-like sense of smell and excellent body skills at the last moment, he might have been split in half by the red-clothed leader holding a long sword.
These red archbishops, like themselves, have powers that are difficult to understand in the outside world.
Although it is a little different from his own constellation's power and Sulin's inner strength, it is still as powerful and has the same huge lethality.
Virgilio's physical strength was almost exhausted at this time, and the power of the constellations was also becoming weak.
His legs were weak and his head was dizzy due to excessive blood loss. He felt like he might fall to the ground at any time.
The reason why Virgilio can still stand here now is because he is supported by a spiritual energy. Once this spiritual energy dies, then his whole person will be useless.
He had lost a lot of blood in the past two days, and because of the serious injuries, every time he moved he needed to use several times or even ten times more force than before.
He controlled his body with strong perseverance. He had his own pride. Even if he died, he would die standing. He tried hard to control his arms and legs not to shake, because that was a big problem for him.
A very embarrassing thing.
Yes, Virgilio is a proud man. Because he wants to protect Situ Xuan and make the whole of Italy crawl under her feet. She is his queen.
"These guys who take advantage of others' danger——!"
Virgilio's expression was stern, but in his heart he was dismissive of these people.
If he himself was not injured, and if his constellation power was at its peak, he would have wiped out these bastards with a sharp knife.
At the same time, Virgilio also knew that his body was probably not strong enough to support the next confrontation, because the two red archbishops were not dead yet, they were still waiting for an opportunity, ready to deliver a fatal blow to him at any time.