Chapter 674 No. 76

The carriage was parked on the side of the road, and Brother Chaum was busy tying the carriage together so that they could be driven by one person.

After a fierce quarrel, the witches were finally persuaded by Anne, and followed the clown into the woods first.

Soon it was the turn of Yorko and the rest.

"My lord, we should go too," Yan Shan passed by him with a bag of grain on his back, "otherwise, if the enemy finds out, all our efforts will be in vain."

"Later, I want to say a few more words to her."

He thought it would take a long time to make a decision on this matter, but he didn't expect to confirm the candidate in less than a quarter of an hour.

The person who stood up was number seventy-six.

Although Yanshan and Annie also expressed their willingness to stay behind, as the nominal leader of the team, Yorko finally chose her.

"I have received five years of fighting training, and I can run very fast, so don't worry too much about me." No. 76's speech was very simple, as simple as an ordinary farewell, "Didn't you say that there is Is it a village? When I drive the carriage there and mix with the villagers, they will never find me. After the storm is over, I will meet you again—it is in the border city of Graycastle, remember to wait there me."

However, the magician whispered to him that the village was thirty miles away, and it was almost impossible for those who remained to get there before the knight. Moreover, after the carriages are connected together, the travel speed will be greatly reduced, and this chance is even slimmer.

If the pursuers had not come to capture the witch under the order of the Lord of Dawn, then everything would have been a false alarm. But if the other party was as the magician feared, how the deceived knight would vent his anger on No. 76, Yorko could imagine with his eyes closed.

He faintly realized that if the convoy was intercepted by the King's Knights, the only one who might survive would be himself. Ampein Moya might use this to demand a large ransom from Roland and mock him as a laughing stock of the nobles, but he would not be easily sent to the guillotine. Except for him, the rest of the people are caught and basically have a dead end.

Perhaps he was the one who should have stayed and attracted the attention of his pursuers.

Yorko also wanted to stand up several times, but he was completely unable to move his feet due to fear, and he was unable to say that sentence until the end.

The ambassador is the face of the king, and I cannot be caught and ridiculed by them, because that is equivalent to insulting the king of Graycastle. He had no choice but to comfort himself, otherwise, he wouldn't even be able to look directly into No. 76's eyes.

Damn it, she was obviously just a slave bought by herself.

Yorko walked in front of Seventy-six and was about to say something, but the other party had already opened his mouth, "My lord, this is my own choice, and it has nothing to do with it—even though Silver Face always teaches us to always be ready to sacrifice for , but I don't like it at all. I thought I was going to spend my life underground, pleasing the guests, waiting to be the new silver face when I was old, or being assigned as a handyman and never seeing the light of day. But you will me I have no regrets about getting out of there and letting me feel the wide world out there. Get into the woods before it's too late."

"But……"

"Thank you, my lord," No. 76 laughed. "Without your words, I might have been beaten to death in the underground cave long ago. This life belongs to you. And I might not Something happened, if there is a chance, let’s meet in Graycastle.”

"My lord, we have to go," Brother Chaum urged behind him.

Yorko took a deep breath, turned and left.

Yes, she was just a slave.

This is the most appropriate choice.

Obviously thinking so, but my heart seems to be blocked.

Before entering the woods, Yorko turned his head for the last time, and saw that the convoy was slowly moving forward driven by No. 76. She didn't stop or wave goodbye, as if it was just a simple farewell.

Just like her reason for standing up.

Soon, tree shadows obscured his vision.

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Number seventy-six didn't keep the convoy going.

After traveling about a mile, she stopped the horse.

No further, and the entrance to the woods could not be seen.

She jumped off her horse and sat at the rear of the carriage, quietly waiting for the pursuers to arrive.

The sitting time may be very long, but for her, it is only a short moment. In the long years, what she lacks most is time, and waiting has long become a habit.

When the sun gradually slanted to the west, the silhouettes of the knights appeared at the end of the road.

They didn't wear the emblem and colorful satin of the King's Knights, but the exquisite armor and tall horses showed that the pursuers were indeed from big cities.

No. 76 silently counted the number of people on the other side, a total of thirty-five people, half of them were followers. However, from their eyes and actions, it can be seen that these retinues are not much worse than the knights in small places.

Seeing the carriage parked by the side of the road, Wei's leader frowned. He flicked his whip in vain, and the knights immediately rushed forward and surrounded the convoy.

"Sir Logan, there is no one in the car!"

"Interesting... It seems that our Graycastle ambassador has released scouts," Logan sneered, "Kao, Jester, you two, go back and check the footprints on both sides of the road. Since you are abandoning your car and fleeing, it is impossible No trace."

This sentence has explained their intention.

"Sir, this woman..."

"Cut off her hands and feet, and simply torture her, but since she dares to stay here, you shouldn't be able to ask anything."

"No need, they fled to that forest." No. 76 stood up and said, "It's not far behind you. But..."

"But what?" A knight had drawn his sword, and the other free hand was stretched out toward her arm.

Obviously, even if she gave the answer, this group of people did not intend to let her go.

"But you have no chance to trouble the witch again."

No. 76 flipped his hands over and grabbed the opponent's wrist with lightning speed, and then pulled hard, the burly knight flew up directly, and threw himself into her arms like a child.

And his head was just under her armpit.

The shoulders were slightly closed, and the armor made a teeth-piercing creaking sound, and then there was a snap, the helmet left its original position, and the collar armor at the neck was staggered by about the length and width of a fist.

The knight convulsed like a dehydrated fish.

"Let go of Charlie!"

"Damn it, kill her!"

The others drew their swords out of their sheaths and stabbed at her.

Number Seventy-six pushed the knight with the broken neck towards the attackers, forcing them to return their swords to block, while she grabbed the saber that the hapless man had dropped, and slashed at the nearest enemy.