A sparse woodland in the wilderness, a muddy land covered with rotten leaves.
Lord Abeta hid in the mud, covering his body with withered leaves, trying to hold his breath and calm his mind. He tried to put himself into a deep sleep, which could reduce the probability of being searched by prophecy arcana.
Just outside the woods about two hundred meters away, Old Bank held his staff high and was casting a spell. A drop of blood floated on his finger, and the magic power was analyzing the blood to find the location of its owner.
Sophia floated above Old Bank's head, doubling the effect of the prophecy arcane. The blood droplets slowly turned into a mist, and then condensed into an arrow, pointing out the direction in which Abeta was hiding.
When "Shiying" saw this, he immediately rushed out and shouted loudly: "Ah ha..., poor guy, I know where you are. How many more times can you escape?"
The mechanical ground dragon is too big, its thick limbs lift up the loose soil and fallen leaves in the forest, and its huge body breaks and topples the bowl-sized tree trunks along the way.
Abeta could feel the stronger and stronger vibrations coming from the ground even as he hid in the mud. He complained endlessly but could not sit still and wait for death. He could only turn a ring on his finger and disappear on the spot.
When Abeta appeared again, he appeared three hundred meters away with stinky mud. The gem on his ring cracked, and the last chance to escape was exhausted.
"Damn it, why is that guy at the back so difficult to deal with? Could he be Victor Hugo?"
Abeta covered the deep wound in his ribs and endured the pain as he continued to run away. He passed through a field of wild grass as high as a person's height, walked to a country dirt road, and ran along the road.
"If the man riding the dragon is really Victor Hugo, I won't lose unjustly. But he is a dignified city lord and the commander-in-chief of more than 200,000 people. How can he personally come to embarrass me, a little lord?"
Abeta's physical strength declined rapidly, and he felt dizzy and almost couldn't hold on anymore. But he was thinking wildly in his mind, feeling regretful and angry, and more importantly, he couldn't understand.
According to the nobles' ideas, something as risky as going deep into the enemy's territory should not be done by the big BOSS of one's side. For example, Lord Friedman of the Butch family would only stay in the city, otherwise there would be no changes in the city.
Unable to take into account.
It was based on this idea that Abeta had the courage to take risks. He made an agreement with the other two lords to join forces to raid villages and towns to reverse the bad situation.
But the basic assumption was wrong, and everything that followed was naturally wrong.
If he died in a vigorous battle, Lord Abeyta would have accepted his fate. But the five hundred people he led did not fight a serious battle at all, but were defeated by endless traps and the fire of the night.
It was really unexpected.
What I didn't even expect was that the earth-moving dragon I encountered on the way fiercely pushed forward, and the knight riding this monster was even more powerful and invincible.
Abeta couldn't hold back even a single move. First, he was hit by a mental shock in his head, and then his ancestral armor was broken by an adamantine shuttle. The only thing he could do was to escape in an instant.
The blinking ring will become useless after three uses, but Abeta is still not sure if he has escaped.
His heart was beating fast, but his pace was getting slower and slower, and his strength was getting weaker and weaker. He knew that the injury under his ribs was extremely serious, so severe that the blood would not stop flowing, and he would definitely die without treatment.
"That's definitely Victor Hugo himself. Otherwise, how could he use a whole piece of fine gold to build a shuttle? It's such a luxury. I'm just a little lord, how could you use such a precious thing to hit me?"
Abeta's mind was buzzing, and as he was running, he heard the sound of horse hooves in front of him. His spirit was shaken, his pace quickened, and he raised his hands and shouted:
"Help, help, I am Abeta from Banshee Castle. I have met Hugo from Coldwind City. The monsters from the Black Forest are behind me."
A cavalry team actually appeared in front of the dirt road, about ten people. The leading knight looked majestic, and the attendant behind him was holding a strange flag.
Abeta lost too much blood and vaguely saw a fire-breathing dragon head painted on the flag. This was not the 'Gorgon' flag of the Bucci family, but... the Frederick family of the Principality of Os.
Hearing someone calling for help on the road, the cavalry speeded up. The leading knight rushed to Abeta and quickly dismounted to support him.
Abeta's eyes were black and he couldn't see the surrounding situation, but he grabbed the arm of the knight who came to the rescue, feeling that he was saved, "Quick..., get ready to fight. Victor Hugo is right behind.
He rides an earth dragon."
"Victor Hugo? Earthly Dragon?" The knight who came to help was very surprised. He looked up at the front of the dirt road, "Is he nearby?"
"I am Lord Abeta of Banshee Castle. Please heal me quickly. My subordinates are not far away. Heal me and I can join the battle."
Abeta used his hands hard and wiped bloodstains from the five fingers on the clothes of the knight who came to the rescue. The other party confirmed again that 'Victor Hugo' was in front, and immediately asked the followers behind him to get ready.
Abeta was worried that the number of reinforcements was not enough, and kept urging the other party to find more people quickly. But the knight who was holding him couldn't ask for more information, so he took out a dagger from his waist and stabbed it into his chest through the gap in his armor.
heart.
At the moment before death, Abeta's mind suddenly became clear, and his blackened eyes became bright again. He saw an old knight with white hair, and even saw himself dying in the other's eyes.
"Why?" Abeta refused to close his eyes. He grabbed the opponent's arm and refused to let go, just to ask: "Why kill me?"
The white-haired knight didn't answer, he just pushed Abeta away and abandoned her body on the ground.
Not long after, rumbling ground vibrations were heard from the other side of the dirt road, and a strange voice could be heard shouting from a distance.
"Poor guy, have you hidden? The hide-and-seek game has begun again, and Uncle Jiying is looking for you. You should hide for me. I am in a very good mood today, and I can play with you a few more times."
The sound was heard a hundred meters away at first, but by the end it was already in front of me. A large monster head appeared on the dirt road. It had a mouth full of sharp fangs and eyes blazing with fire. It was so big that it occupied the entire road.
The monster sat on all fours and seemed to be lying on the ground awkwardly. When it ran, it twisted its head and swayed its tail, its posture was very funny, but its speed was not slow at all, it was as fast as a galloping horse.
As soon as the monster appeared, everyone on the white-haired knight's side gasped. No one expected to encounter such a guy in the wilderness. No wonder Abeta ran away like a dog after being driven out.
This thing is a metal machine, an out-and-out construct. It has great power, strong defense, and doesn't use much magic. If there is a conflict, a dozen knights may not be able to defeat it.
Even the white-haired knight at the head couldn't help but take a half step back, thinking about how to deal with it.
However, this noisy mechanical monster ran out and stopped when it saw someone on the other side of the dirt road. After carefully distinguishing it, it spoke first and shouted in surprise: "Knight Nasser, what a surprise to see you here!"
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