Chapter 113 The White Flowers of the Netivan Family

The wilderness under the starry sky, although the scenery is the same as the daytime, but because it is covered with a layer of cool gray tones, it looks extraordinarily empty.

The night wind swept slightly, a few blades of grass swayed in the wind, and the cold silently penetrated into every corner of the world.

Lottie, or the descendant of the Baska family, Charan Lotte, is wearing a brown-black hooded robe and following the figure in front, walking through the field outside the city.

They will leave here for a hidden stronghold, and according to this faithful follower, someone has already arrived not far ahead.

"How did you find me?" Charanlot was a little curious.

"Actually, it was also an accident. Some of us infiltrated the team of investigators sent by the royal family, and in the recent operation, he happened to see you in the city."

"As for your existence, he didn't want to report to the investigator, but passed it on to us in a secret way." The follower explained patiently that he seemed to be an intelligence officer from the dark side of the Baska family.

"Is that so?" Thinking back on that night, she and Messiah stood together, it was really too conspicuous.

The two talked occasionally along the way, and then took advantage of the night to move forward quickly. On a cold winter night, the wild is not a comfortable environment, but fortunately, at this time, they can avoid the sight of many outsiders and leave quickly.

"Further ahead, at the corner under the mountain pass, our people will come to meet you. Among them is your cousin, Miss Ywini, the dragon knight."

"Is Cousin Yvonne also here?" Hearing this familiar name, Charan Lotte finally felt a little reassurance and anticipation. She had been to Cousin Ewinie's house when she was a child, and had spent a pleasant summer there, and was very familiar with Cousin Ewinie.

"Yes, it's almost there." The figure in front replied calmly, he moved forward quickly, and then looked around again, as if avoiding something.

The two walked in the wilderness again for 2 hours, and finally approached the mountain pass. This can be said to be the dividing line between the Moruo family's territory and the outside world. Inwards are a vast plain surrounded by canyons, and outwards are rolling hills and forests. .

When he arrived here, the intelligence officer blew a whistle like a night owl, which seemed to convey some kind of information.

"Phew, please come with me." Seemingly getting a safe response, the intelligence officer heaved a sigh of relief and continued to move forward with Charan Lotte into the thick woods at the foot of the mountain.

The tall trees stand upright, and the reddish-brown leaves are everywhere. You can clearly hear the rustling of footsteps when you step on them. The inside is not as bright as the wilderness outside, and the sparse starlight is shaded by the trees. The interior is pitch black, and you can't even see five meters away.

In the face of this deep and unknown darkness, Xialan Luot felt a little hairy in her heart, but it was not easy to retreat at this moment, so she had to move forward cautiously.

"Who!" A questioning voice suddenly came from the darkness, making people startled.

"It's me, Gersmee, I brought Miss Charanlot." The two stopped, and the girl listened to the answer from her companion in front.

"Really?" As he spoke, bursts of blue fireflies appeared in the forest and drifted toward the two of them.

In this faint firefly, the girl finally saw the group of people in front of her.

There were about 300 of them dressed in various clothes, and they were not uniform, but about 40 of them were holding crossbows, aiming at themselves in the dark and responding with caution. Although it was an attacking stance, when the girl saw the leading woman, everything in her heart was finally relieved.

"Sister Yvonne," she whispered.

The leading woman was wearing slightly curvaceous silver-bottomed gold-rimmed armor, probably in her 20s. She was not wearing a helmet at the moment, and her wavy blonde hair was draped over her shoulders, showing a different kind of beauty.

"It's finally time for you, Xia Luo." Yvonne said Xia Lanrot's nickname, then retracted the sword to her waist, walked over quickly, and embraced the pink-haired girl in her arms.

Although the armor was a little hard and cold, the warmth on the cheeks and ears made Xia Luo feel like soaking in the winter sun, rare and warm.

"Sister Ywini, I miss you so much." Xia Luo also responded softly at this time, her immediate family members were basically gone, and now the closest cousin by blood is the only cousin of the Netiwen family.

The deceased Grand Duke Baska had many lovers, among them, except for his wife who was from a famous family, the other two were ordinary nobles in the southern region. And Charanlot's mother came from the Netivan family. The family's coat of arms is a long sword wrapped around white morning glory, which means 'the tenderness of the foil', which means that the use of force should be gentle and cautious. Don't hurt people at will.

Because of this overly ideal and contradictory family motto, the Netiwen family has made many nobles in the southern region look down on it, but fortunately, their own good family motto has also given the Netiwen family a good reputation, and they have maintained marriages with many nobles. It has been passed down like this.

"I've found you." Ewinie touched her sister, who was six or seven years younger than her, full of emotion.

"Before my father died, he always told me to try my best to find you. Now our family is getting fewer and fewer."

Because of the fall of the Baska family, the other families who married with it could not escape bad luck. The Netivan family is currently very few, and it can be said that Ywinie does not have much familiarity with relatives.

After a few minutes of reminiscing about each other, Yvonne let go of Xia Lanrot, "Let's go, go to a safe place first."

After speaking, she was about to leave with the pink-haired girl and the group of people around her, but unfortunately a thunderous explosion interrupted the trip.

Crimson lightning suddenly tore from the sky, and a long spear with flashing lightning shot down,

Insert a clearing in the woods.

"Who is it?" Yvonne's pupils shrank, and she hurriedly avoided while holding Xia Lanrot.

After she finished speaking, she put Sharanlut aside and pulled out the cross sword like a white stone carving. The connection of the hilt was wrapped with some twigs and vines, and the golden metal outlined the appearance of morning glory.

Then the boiling magic power burned itself, and the place where the cross sword swiped was like crossing the water surface, and bursts of pure white ripples spread around, illuminating the entire forest. Although it is in the Crimson Empire, Yvonne is a rare angel sequence superhuman, which is also the characteristic of the Netivan family.

The white halo spreads in circles, dispelling the darkness of the night, and gradually discovering everything in this cold and silent forest, until a different color finally appears in the halo.

This is a group of soldiers wearing black steel armor. There are about 200 of them. The armor is well fitted, and the structure of the joints is also light. While maintaining defense, it minimizes obstacles to movement. And the chests of these armors are branded with rose patterns. When they use extraordinary magic to fight, these patterns will be dyed red by magic, exuding a bright blood-like color.

"The 71st Legion of the Empire, the Blood Blade Regiment." Looking at the soldier in black steel armor at the end of the field of vision, Evani whispered the cruel designation.

In order to remove the obstacles and resistance forces in the southern border, this elite team carried out a lot of purge orders for the great nobles.

"That's right, the last white flower of the Netivan family, Miss Ywinie." With the response, a figure wearing a little armor suddenly fell from the sky and then stood up.

She has dark brown skin and a sturdy body. She holds a black Ming-steel spear and rotates easily behind her. There is a dull and terrifying whistling sound in the air, and the spear also flashes a red electric light from time to time, bursting in the air. Smells slightly burnt.

"We met again, and this time I seem to have caught a more valuable prey." The female warrior of Sequence 6 of War swept her gaze and quickly stared at Charan Lotte beside her.

"Thank you so much for leading the way, Miss Ywinie."

"But this time, you have no value anymore, let me take down your noble head!"

As he said that, the long spear of Hei Ming suddenly broke through the air, rapidly expanding in the eyes of everyone. Because of the scorching heat of breaking through the air, the surface of the black spear turned slightly fiery orange, and the terrifying sound of lightning was like a death rope. Attacked like death.