Randall, sitting in the coachman's seat, dressed in full armor and disguised as a theater troupe guard, had a blade of grass between his teeth and was looking ahead.

Barbara, dressed in a light red dress, leaned out of the carriage window behind him and called out to Randall, "How far are we from Twilight City?"

Four hours.

Barbara rolled her eyes and said, "Thank goodness! Finally, I can go back to the clean and comfortable city from the countryside! The first thing I'll do when I get back is take a nice hot bath!"

Randall glanced back at her: "During this theater troupe's tour, the royal families of the Duchy of Jonah and the Kingdom of Mullie were willing to convert to Protestantism. You deserve the most credit..."

"Don't mention that king who looks like a fat pig to me again!" Barbara made a disgusted face. "Just thinking about the way he looked at me makes me lose my appetite for three days!"

Randall shrugged, about to speak, when a scream came from the front of the convoy.

"Stay in the carriage, I'll go check!" Randall lowered the visor of his helmet, took out his sword and shield from under the seat, jumped off the carriage, and rushed forward.

The lead vehicle of the Golden Lark Theatre Company was already in complete chaos.

The troupe's staff were terrified by the sudden attack and scattered in all directions. The few guards they had were completely powerless against the enemy.

Aldenan, like a wolf that had stormed into a sheepfold, knocked out three guards who tried to resist in the blink of an eye, grabbed two of them, and prepared to retreat immediately.

A figure fell from the sky, a sharp sword whistling through the air as it cleaved towards the werewolf's head.

Aldenan raised his arms to protect his head, intending to block the attack, but he did not expect the longsword to be so powerful that it sent him flying.

After adjusting his body posture in mid-air, Aldenan landed on all fours and slid backward a distance, leaving several deep claw marks on the ground.

"What incredible strength..."

Aldenan swung his arm, and the wound on it instantly healed. He looked at the guard in full iron armor not far away, and the fighting spirit he had cultivated in the underground fighting arena gradually rose in his heart.

With a powerful leap, the werewolf moved so fast that it was almost imperceptible, reaching the guard in an instant.

Using the momentum of its body, the wolf claws struck the opponent's side like a long whip.

This guard was clearly different from his peers. A veteran of many battles, he crouched down, lowered his center of gravity, and his shield firmly protected the sides of his body.

However, he still underestimated the werewolf's fighting ability.

A tremendous impact.

The guard was knocked back a few steps by the wolf's claw. Before he could regain his footing, Aldenan seized the opportunity, stepped forward, and slapped the guard on the head with a claw, denting the steel helmet and knocking it off the wearer's head.

The guard, struck hard, lay motionless on the ground, unable to move.

Having completed the attack, Aldenan raised his two wolf paws in front of him, his eyes filled with joy and excitement, and muttered to himself, "This body, whether in speed or strength, is simply too perfect!"

"Hey! Idiot! The battle isn't over yet."

The guard, now without his helmet, stood up. The wounds on his face from the wolf claws slowly healed, revealing his true appearance: Randall.

Aldenan stared at the other person, his eyes widening in astonishment, for he witnessed an unbelievable scene.

Countless parasitic limbs emerged from the gaps in Randall's armor, swaying and swinging in the air like sharp swords.

"These things you have, and that ship from that night..."

Before Aldnan could finish speaking, Randall activated his dragonbone armor, charged forward, and simultaneously pierced the werewolf's body with his longsword and parasitic limbs.

Looking at the dragon bone parasite piercing his body, Aldenan shook his head slightly in disbelief.

Just then, a roar as loud as thunder came from the forest.

A strong orc, over two meters tall, first overturned a heavy carriage with one hand, then turned sideways and slammed his shoulder into Randall.

The latter was like a kite with a broken string, which was knocked into the air and smashed into a tree as thick as a man's waist.

Carol helped Aldenan, who was kneeling on the ground, to his feet and asked in a low voice, "Are you alright?"

Aldenan looked at his wounds, which had disappeared, and nodded to Carol: "I'm fine, but the problem is, besides that guy, we don't know if there are any other enemies here who can use that kind of weapon, so we need to evacuate immediately!"

Lifting the two unconscious guards from the ground, Aldenan strode towards the forest. Noticing that Carol hadn't moved behind him, he turned and shouted, "Let's go! What are you all standing there for?!"

Carol stood there, stunned, his gaze falling on a beautiful woman in a pale red dress in the forest.

The latter held Randall's body, anxiously shouting something.

In his haste to retreat, Aldnan ran up behind Carol and kicked him hard in the butt, snapping the orc out of his daze.

"Run!"

Carroll nodded hesitantly, following closely behind Aldenan, glancing back at the woman in red as he stumbled into the forest.

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Baghdad, the capital of the Ayyubid Empire.

Faint smoke still lingered over the capital; cries of people could still be heard in the city streets.

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