Chapter 233 The Blood of Roses

The back of the horse was bumpy, and the body seemed to fall apart. In addition to the whistling of the wind, she could vaguely hear the cry of Hulls.

Even though he was still a child, he already instinctively sensed 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 the dry throat made her unable to speak clearly.

She bent down slowly, let go of the reins, wrapped her only child in both hands, and slowly closed her eyes.

The sound of hooves behind him was already close, perhaps only a few seconds away.

There was some blank in her mind, and she didn't know what to think about. She could only rub Hulls with her cheek to feel the warmth and tenderness of this little life, so that he could feel a little better at the last moment.

The long and narrow saber swam in the wind, the blade slashed through the air, bringing with it a colorless airflow, a faint cold light flickered, and when the warhorse gradually approached the pair of mother and son, it swung down, splashing bright red blood.

The cold touch of the blade instantly stabbed Lily's nerves, making her unable to hold back her voice, but she was forced to hold back quickly, and the light red magic power overflowed from her body and began to heal the wound.

Although she is not too talented, she was once a student of Emenas, and now she has a certain strength.

However, the enemy did not leave much time to react. One after another chasing soldiers followed and started to circle parallel to her, and the successive sword lights cut off again. At this time, no matter how much Lily evaded and resisted, the effect was not great.

The blood splashed, the horses neighed, and she rolled to the ground with a deep visible wound, her hands tightly protecting Hulls in front of her, and she turned a few times in the grass and dirt before she could stop.

At this time, the chasing soldiers also pulled up the reins, turned their horses' heads, and after crossing a short distance on the ground, began to turn back, and then gradually raised the saber.

"Whoosh-"

At the moment when the cold and piercing sound broke the slaughter, a wolf feather arrow penetrated the sword-swinging wrist and brought a blood flower.

Then, the sound of breaking the sky sounded, and arrows were shot out, making these elite cavalry have to temporarily avoid the edge, swing their swords to block, or hide under the horse to avoid being exposed to the arrows.

After a round of arrow rain, before these people could react, a swift sound of hooves came from the other side of the earth.

The long spear made by Cold Steel was put down while galloping, directly piercing the warhorse and the cavalry behind him, and then pulling it out, bringing a large amount of warm blood.

The red blood melted the snow on the ground, leaving hollow marks, and then infiltrated into the white snow particles, giving the earth a light red color.

Mixed with cold wind and snow particles, a group of northern knights finally arrived. They formed a circle and surrounded Lily's protection.

The battle outside continued, and a knight took off his dark gray cloak and carefully wrapped Lily, who was about to lose consciousness, when Hels's tearful cry could be heard in her arms.

The viscous blood stained the child's cheeks and neck, and his palms and clothes were also dark red. Those dark eyes similar to Lily's were full of fear and panic towards the world.

"Sorry." Looking at this scene, several knights bowed their heads in remorse.

All of them are cavalry soldiers who are good at galloping, and there is no one who is good at healing. In order for Lily to get the treatment as soon as possible, this group of people moved quickly.

One of the knights took Hulls in his arms and wrapped it in a cloak, while the other simply wrapped Lily, carefully placed her on the horse, and moved forward.

A dozen or so knights from the north guarded the two of them in the center and began to return to the north.

In order to find Lily's mother and son, their team going south was divided into several groups, and now it's time to gather up.

While the group was riding a war horse and galloping fast in the snow, the imperial soldiers stationed in a distant city also heard the rising letter arrow.

"That's..." Before the soldier who looked out had time to discuss with his companions, a dark shadow flashed by his side and stood in front of him.

Looking at the tall figure, the soldier gathered up the voice he was about to shout, and bowed his head in a respectful voice: "General Darcy."

Darcy stood on the city wall, looking at the small letter arrows rising from the sky in the distance, frowned deeply, and then a gust of wind disappeared here.

The rapid sound of the bell rang, 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. Hundreds of high-level knights above Sequence 5, led by Darcy, galloped towards the place where the letter arrow rose.

Silver-white metal armor, dark red necklaces, bright red cloaks printed with roses, these cavalry are the rose knights newly formed by the emperor, their members are all from noble families, and the average strength is also above Sequence 5, on paper The data are basically the same as those of the legendary knights of the past, such as the 'Lightning Knights' of the West Wind.

The horses neighed, the ground trembled, the sound of metal armor colliding was endless, and the bright red cloak rolled like a wave in the snow. When this line of knights accelerated to the extreme, it was like a strong wind passing through, the snow melted, and the white ground A patch of verdant and yellowish mottled color began to appear.

The northern knight with Lily mother and son quickly noticed the noise and tremors from the distance, they looked at each other and began to speed up.

Time became tight again.

Both sides are trying their best, here

Galloping on the long field, the moment the horse's hoof stepped on it, a piece of shattered snow was splashed.

However, compared to the knights in the north who had traveled long distances, the rose knights who had just set out had obviously better physical strength, and the distance between the two sides was gradually approaching.

From the first ten kilometers, to the later 7 kilometers, 5 kilometers, 3 kilometers, and finally, even in the line of sight, you can vaguely see each other.

At this time, in the chasing team, a figure rushed out first. It was extremely fast, its body was like steel, and its aura was chilling.

"Darcy." Looking at the scattered magic fragments, a northern knight said the name in a low voice.

Even in the north, the head of the "Three Victorious Generals", Darcy's name is still well-known to every household.

The Black Nightmare Horse of Demon Sequence 6 is holding Darcy and galloping across the ground at high speed. For this beast that is good at running, this speed can be maintained for several days.

Feeling that it was about to reach the cold front, several northern knights had to turn their heads to block it.

They first broke away from the team, then went around the arc on both sides, then turned around and began to charge.

The quaint and outdated lance was held up in his hand, the iron-gray pennant fluttered, and then the four began to approach Darcy at a high speed.

Through the gaps in the masks, the knights looked at the man opposite the man's field of vision rapidly zooming in, and the tip of the lance began to wrap around the spiral stance and frost.

When the four of them rode their war horses across the snow, the spiral wake of the lance brought a large amount of snowflakes on the ground, and suddenly there was a tsunami.

Immediately, the four northern knights of Sequence 6 crashed into Darcy like a heavy train.

A sharp rubbing sound came from the tip of the gun, and flickering sparks scattered colorfully in the flying snow.

Darcy held the spear in his hand, like a steel cast, and directly stabbed the tip of the lance, tearing the metal body, and then shaking the tip of the spear, causing it to fall to one side, and then rotating the spear, with the end of the spear. Bumped away another lance that came from the raid, made it deflect, and then the turning spear blade cut through the atmosphere, directly beheading a northern knight, stabbed the last shot, and ran to his own north. The knight pierced directly.

The Knights of the North are good at fighting, but he is even better at it. Whether it is in the academy or after graduation, he enters the military and participates in expeditions. He has experienced countless battles.

Regardless of the remaining two people after staggering with him, Darcy accelerated again and charged towards the remaining soldiers in the distance.

Knowing that the famous general could not be defeated, the remaining northern knights began to leave in two groups, and then turned around to block, in order to delay more time, and there were bloodstains everywhere on the ground.

In the end, there were only two Northland knights left, and they were also holding Hulls and Lily.

They galloped through the snow, and it was getting dark.

The wind swept across the ground and brought up gusts of snow and mist, making people unable to help blur their vision and make it impossible to see the direction ahead.

When the two gradually approached, it was discovered that the flat field had come to an end, and the front was an upward hillside, and sporadic coniferous forests grew on the hills.

The heart fell to the bottom of the lake instantly, and it was cold, but at the moment they couldn't turn back. The two could only wave the reins vigorously, and drive the war horses under them towards the hillside.

Under the control of Darcy, the black warhorse raised its head and neighed, and then leaped vigorously, piercing the atmosphere with a huge arc unimaginable by ordinary people, and dashed towards the two knights who were struggling to move up.

Even if they haven't looked back, the two have already sensed the crisis.

They rolled directly from their horses and avoided the key figures in their arms.

The long spear slid through the air in a gorgeous red arc, and the heavy horse's hooves landed on the ground like cannonballs, splashing countless dirt and snowflakes.

The original two war horses have now been divided into several pieces and fell on the snowy hillsides. Some of the mountains and fields are dyed red with withered grass, which is desolate.

Looking at the tall figure like steel in front of them, the two northern knights put down the two of them while panting, pulled out the long swords on their waists, and faced each other far away.

In an instant, Darcy galloped on his horse, and the spear swung down like a phantom, gorgeous and mournful.

A knight rushed forward, raised his sword and slashed vertically, in order to exchange injuries, but in an instant, the man and the sword were directly divided into two halves.

At this time, the last remaining northern knight gradually lowered his breath. His blue eyes stared at the man who was approaching step by step, and then poured magic power into the long sword in his hand.

Death is not terrible. As people from the north who advocate the necromantic sequence, they have clearly understood from childhood that everyone will and are destined to die, but the question is whether they can fulfill their promises and fulfill their wishes before death. .

What a pity, if only my death could change the outcome a little.

He sighed silently in his heart, and then swung down the blade heavily, colliding with the chopped gun blade.

The blade broke, the magic power dissipated, and the broken fragments splashed like a mask, leaving a shallow wound on the cheek, and the silky and smooth warm blood flowed down the neck into the neck.

Yet 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 is a reason why the other party has to stop for the time being.

The sound of arrows breaking through the air pierced through the air and shot into the figure on the hillside. The arrow tip was barbed, and the arrow body had veins and grooves.

A slot that has both enchanting and bleeding effects.

Darcy swung the gun, turned his body, swept away most of the arrows, and blocked, but a few of them were shot directly into the armor, which made him frown slightly.

Such wounds are not enough to kill him, and have limited impact on his battle, but the scene on the hillside at the moment is what makes the famous general frown.

A flag of iron gray fluttered in the cold wind. On this hillside, knights with simple armor stood silently. The edges of the clothes could see signs of wear and whitening, and the clothes of these people also You can see a style left over from the previous era.

These knights in armor and cloaks with frost and snow stood on the high hillside, like a fortress of ice that has not melted for ten thousand years, staring at the cold and powerful man below.

The black knight in the lead waved his arm, and another dense rain of arrows shot down, with a sharp piercing sound like a wolf howling, and ran towards the standing figure.

The battle begins again.

After a round of arrow rain, the northern knights on the hillside rode their war horses and roared down. The sound of metal collision was like breaking a glacier. As they charged, the extraordinary core in their bodies was working with all their strength, and the icy magic power was connected into one piece, like the wind. Like a ghost, the snow hit the peerless general directly.

A kind of colicky pain and coldness in the soul immediately came. Darcy stabbed left and right in this iron-gray tide, knocking down the northern knights, but his brows became deeper and deeper. The blood color gradually faded.

It is worthy of being a remnant of the famous Eternal Dark Island in the mainland. Even if they are separated by thousands of years, the technique of killing the army left by the Quicksilver Dynasty is still so terrifying.

After finding that he was temporarily unable to compete, the famous general swept away a short space, then jumped up on his horse and retreated in the direction from which he came.

He doesn't need to fight with these northern knights here, the members of the Rose Knights will be able to arrive immediately, and these northern knights who have traveled long distances are destined to be unable to escape the pursuit of him and his cavalry.

Watching the figure go away for a while, the remaining northern knights also stopped and rescued Lily and Hels carefully.

"Sorry, Your Majesty, we are late."

A witch in gray dismounted and knelt down in front of Lily who was unconscious. She lightly pressed her hand on Lily's forehead, closed her eyes and prayed silently, and the faint healing magic power was immediately transmitted, gradually healing the bleeding wound on her body.

After that, the witch checked the little prince Hels again and found that he was just a little frightened, so he 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, a roar of hooves resounded in the sky again.

On the fluttering cloak and flag, bright red roses bloom in the pure white world.