The horse was jolting constantly, and her body seemed to be falling apart. In addition to the whistling wind, she could also vaguely hear the sound of Hells crying in her ears.
Even though he was still a child, he was already instinctively aware of danger and fear at this time.
Lily wanted to comfort the child at this last moment, but her chest and lungs were like overused bellows, a severe pulling pain, and her throat was dry, making it impossible for her to speak clearly.
She slowly leaned down, loosened the reins, hugged her only child with both hands, and slowly closed her eyes.
The sound of horse hooves behind him was approaching, maybe only a few seconds away.
There was something blank in her mind, and she didn't know what else to think about. She could only rub Hers with her cheek, feeling the warmth and tenderness of this little life, so that he could feel a little better in the last moment.
The long and narrow saber moved in the wind, and the blade cut through the air, bringing up colorless air currents. A faint cold light flickered, and when the war horse gradually approached the mother and son, it swung down, splashing bright red blood drops.
The cold touch of the blade instantly stung Lily's nerves, making her unable to suppress her voice, but she soon forced herself to hold it back, and the light red magic power overflowed from her body and began to heal the wound.
Although she doesn't have much talent, she was once a student of Emenas and now has some strength.
However, the enemy did not leave much time to react. One after another, the pursuers followed and began to circle parallel to her. The swords struck again. At this time, no matter how hard Lily tried to dodge and resist, the effect was not great.
Blood splattered, the horse neighed, and she rolled to the ground with a wound that was so deep that her bones were visible. She held Hers tightly in front of her with both hands, and spun around in the grass and dirt for several times before she could stop.
At this time, the pursuers also pulled up the reins, turned the horses' heads, and after crossing a small distance on the ground, began to turn back, and then gradually raised the saber.
"Whoosh"
A cold sound pierced the air, breaking the moment of killing, and a wolf-feather arrow penetrated the wrist of the sword-wielding man, bringing up a flower of blood.
Then, there were continuous sounds of breaking through the air, and arrows were shot out one after another, forcing these elite cavalry to temporarily avoid the sharp edges, block with swords, or hide under their horses to avoid being exposed to the arrows.
After a round of arrows, before these people could react, a rapid sound of horse hooves came from the other side of the earth.
The spear made of cold steel was lowered while galloping, directly piercing the war horse and the cavalry behind him, and then pulled it out, bringing up a large amount of warm blood.
The red blood melted the snow on the ground, leaving traces of depressions, and then seeped into the white snow particles, giving the ground a light red color.
Mixed with the cold wind and snow particles, a group of northern knights finally arrived. They formed a circle and surrounded Lily for protection.
The battle outside was still going on, and a knight took off his dark gray cloak and carefully wrapped up Lily, who was about to lose consciousness. It was then that the sound of Hells' tearing cry came from her arms.
The sticky blood dyed the child's cheeks and neck red, and his palms and clothes were also full of dark red. His dark eyes, similar to Lily's, were full of fear and panic about the world.
"Sorry." Looking at this scene, several knights lowered their heads in shame.
Among them were all cavalry who were good at running and running quickly. Now there was no one who was good at healing. In order to get Lily treated as soon as possible, this group of people took action quickly.
One of the knights held Hells in his arms and tied him up with his cloak, while the other simply bandaged Lily, then carefully put her on the horse, and then moved forward.
A dozen knights from the north protected the two men in the center and began to return to the north. A letter arrow rose from the ground, passed through the cold and dry atmosphere, and made a sharp whistling sound.
In order to find Lily and her son, their team heading south was divided into several groups, and now it was time to gather together.
As this group of people rode war horses and galloped quickly through the snow, the imperial soldiers stationed in a distant city also heard the rising letter arrow.
"That's..." Before the soldier on the lookout could discuss the matter with his companions, a black shadow flashed past him and stood in front of him.
Looking at the tall figure, the soldier gathered his voice and lowered his head in a respectful voice: "General Darcy."
Darcy stood on the city wall, looking at the tiny letter arrow rising in the sky in the distance, frowning deeply, and then disappeared here with a gust of wind.
The rapid tolling of the bell sounded, and the cavalry stationed in the city began to gather quickly. Accompanied by the urging voice of the officer, these people took their weapons, mounted their horses, and began to file out of the city.
Soon a bright red cloak spread and unfolded on the snowy ground, and hundreds of high-ranking knights above Sequence 5, led by Darcy, galloped towards the place where the letter arrow rose.
With silver-white metal armor, dark red necklaces, and bright red cloaks printed with roses, these cavalry are the newly formed Order of the Rose Knights by the Emperor. Their members are all from noble families, and their average strength is above Sequence 5. On paper
The data is basically the same as those of the legendary knights of the past, such as West Wind's 'Flash Knights'.
The war horses neighed, the ground trembled, the sound of metal armor clashing was endless, and the bright red cloaks rolled rapidly like waves in the snow. When this group of knights accelerated to the extreme, it was like a strong wind passing by, melting the snow, and the white earth
A patch of green and yellow mottled colors began to appear.
The northern knights with Lily, mother and son soon noticed the noise and trembling coming from the distance. They looked at each other and started to speed up.
Time has become urgent again.
Both parties were running as fast as they could, galloping across the vast wilderness. The moment the horses' hooves stepped down, a cloud of shattered snow particles flew up.
However, compared to the Knights of the North who had traveled a long distance, the Knights of the Rose who had just set out obviously had better physical strength, and the distance between the two parties was gradually getting closer.
From the first more than ten kilometers, to 7 kilometers, 5 kilometers, and 3 kilometers, in the end, we could even vaguely see each other in our sight.
At this time, among the chasing team, a figure shot out first. It was extremely fast, its body was like steel, and the aura it exuded made people feel chilled.
"Dulcy." Looking at the overflowing magic particles, a knight from the north said the name in a low voice.
Even in the North, the name of Darcy, the first of the 'Three Victorious Generals', is still well-known to every household. This is thanks to the fact that when Emmanke was in power, he set an example and inspired the civilian children to join the army.
The Black Nightmare horse of Demon Sequence 6 carried Darcy and galloped across the land at high speed. For this monster that was good at running, this speed could be maintained for several days.
Feeling that the cold front was about to arrive, several northern knights had to turn around to stop it.
They first broke away from the team, then divided into arcs on both sides, then turned around and began to charge.
The quaint and old lance was held in the hand, the iron-gray pennant was fluttering, and then the four people began to approach the Darcy Expressway.
Through the gaps in their masks, these knights watched the man opposite him zoom in rapidly in their field of vision, and the tips of their lances began to wrap around the spiral stance and frost.
When the four of them rode horses through the snow, the spiral wake of the lances brought up large splashes of snowflakes on the ground, and for a moment there was the force of a mountain roaring and a tsunami.
Immediately, the four Sequence 6 Northern Knights crashed into Darcy like a heavy train.
A sharp friction sound came from the tip of the gun, and flickering sparks scattered in the flying snow.
Darcy held the spear in his hand, like it was made of steel. He stabbed directly at the tip of the advancing lance, tearing the metal gun body apart. Then he shook the tip of the spear and let it fall to one side. Then he rotated the spear and used the tail of the spear.
Bumping away another lance that came from the sudden attack, causing it to deflect, and then the rotating gun blade cut through the atmosphere, killing a northern knight directly, and stabbed with the last spear, heading towards his northern border.
The knight stabbed through directly.
The Knight of the North is good at fighting, but he is even better at it. Whether he is in the academy or joins the military after graduation and participates in expeditions, he has experienced countless battles. Military battles often involve life and death in an instant. This body has long been adapted to it.
Regardless of the remaining two people after crossing with him, Darcy accelerated again and charged towards the remaining soldiers in the distance.
After knowing that they could not defeat this famous general, the remaining northern knights began to break away in groups of two, and then turned around to block the attack in order to delay more time, leaving tragic blood stains everywhere on the ground.
In the end, there were only two people left in the group of northern knights, and those were the two people holding Hells and Lily.
They were running through the snow, and the sky was gradually getting dark.
The wind swept across the land, bringing up waves of snow and fog, making people blurred and unable to see the direction ahead.
When the two of them gradually got closer, they discovered that the flat wilderness had come to an end. In front of them was an upward hillside, with sporadic coniferous forests growing on the hills.
Their hearts instantly fell to the bottom of the lake, feeling cold, but they could not look back at this moment. The two of them could only wave the reins vigorously and drive the horses under them toward the hillside.
The black war horse raised its head and neighed under the control of Darcy, and then jumped up with all its strength, cutting through the atmosphere in a huge arc that ordinary people could not imagine, and rushed towards the two knights who were struggling upward.
Even before they looked back, the two of them were already aware of the crisis.
They rolled directly off their horses and escaped holding the key people in their arms.
The spear drew a bright red arc in the air, and the heavy horse's hooves fell to the ground like cannonballs, splashing countless mud and snowflakes. When the two knights looked up, Darcy was already riding across the middle of their way up the mountain.
The original two war horses have now been divided into several pieces and fell on the snowy slopes. The dead grass on some mountains and fields was dyed red, making the scene desolate.
Looking at the tall figure made of steel in front of them, the two northern knights gasped and put them down, drew out the long swords at their waists, and faced each other from a distance.
In an instant, Darcy galloped on his horse, and the spear swung down like a phantom, brilliant and tragic.
A knight rushed forward, raised his sword and slashed vertically to seek for injury, but in an instant he and his sword were cut in half.
At this time, the last remaining knight from the north gradually lowered his breathing. His blue eyes stared at the man approaching step by step, and then he poured magic power into the long sword in his hand.
Death is not terrible. As people from the north who advocate the order of the undead, they have understood clearly since childhood that everyone will and is destined to die, but the question is whether they can fulfill their commitments and fulfill their wishes before death.
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It's such a shame, it would be nice if my death could change the outcome a little bit.
He sighed silently in his heart, then swung the sword down hard and collided with the chopped off gun blade.
The blade of the sword broke, the magic power collapsed, and the broken fragments spattered like a mask, leaving a shallow wound on the cheek, and smooth warm blood flowed down the neck into the neck.
Yet there was no death.
He looked at himself with a strange feeling, which made him a little unbelievable. He never thought that the other party was a soft-hearted person who would spare his life at this time.
That is, there are reasons why the other party has to stop temporarily.
The sound of arrows piercing the air passed through the air and shot into the figure on the hillside. The tip of the arrow had a barb, and the arrow body had veins and grooves, which had both enchanting and bloodletting effects.
Darcy swung the gun, turned his body, swept away most of the arrows and blocked them, but a few of them shot directly into the armor, making him frown slightly.
Such a wound was not enough to kill him, and it had limited impact on his battle, but the scene that appeared on the hillside at this moment was what made the famous general frown.
Iron-gray flags were fluttering in the cold wind. On this hillside, knights with simple armor stood silently. Traces of wear and whitening could be seen on the corners of their clothes, and the clothes of these people were also dressed.
You can see a remnant of the style from the previous era.
These knights in armor and cloaks with frost and snow stood on the high hillside, like ice fortresses that had not melted for thousands of years, staring at the cold and powerful man below.
The leading black knight waved his arm, and another dense rain of arrows shot down, with a sharp sound like a wolf howling through the air, and rushed towards the standing figure.
The battle begins again.
After a round of arrow rain, the northern knights on the hillside rode their horses roaring down. The sound of metal collision was like the shattering of glaciers. As they charged, the extraordinary core in their bodies was running at full strength, and the cold magic power was connected together, like the wind.
Snow, like a ghost, ran directly into the peerless general.
A kind of colic and coldness in the soul immediately came. Darcy stabbed left and right in the iron-gray tide, knocking down one of the northern knights, but his brows also became deeper and deeper, and the expression on his face
The blood color also gradually faded.
They are worthy of being the famous remnants of the Eternal Dark Island in the mainland. Even though they are separated by thousands of years, the killing techniques of the military formation left by the Mercury Dynasty are still so terrifying.
After realizing that he was temporarily unable to defeat the enemy, the famous general swept away a short open space, then jumped up on his horse and retreated in the direction from which he came.
He does not need to fight these northern knights here. The members of the Knights of the Rose will arrive soon, and these long-distance northern knights are destined to be unable to escape the pursuit of him and his cavalry.
Watching the figure go away for the moment, the remaining northern knights also stopped and carefully rescued Lily and Hells.
"Sorry, Your Majesty, we are late."
A witch in gray dismounted from her horse and knelt down in front of the unconscious Lily. She gently pressed her hand on Lily's forehead, closed her eyes and prayed silently. A faint healing magic was then transmitted, gradually healing the bleeding wound on her body.
After that, the witch checked the little prince Hers and found that he was just a little frightened. Then she wiped the blood on his little face and breathed a sigh of relief.
"Finally caught up."
However, just when they breathed a sigh of relief and felt a little relieved, the noisy sound of horse hooves sounded again in the horizon.
On the fluttering cloak and flag, bright red roses bloom in the pure white world.