Darcy swung his gun and turned his body to deflect and block most of the arrows, but a small number of them shot directly into his armor, causing him to frown slightly.

Such a wound was not enough to kill him, and 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 fluttered in the cold wind. On the hillside, knights in ancient armor stood silently. The edges of their clothes showed signs of wear and tear, and their attire was a remnant of a previous era.

These knights in armor and cloaks covered with frost and snow stood on the high hillside, like an ice fortress that had not melted for thousands of years, staring at the cold and powerful man below.

The leading black knight swung his arm, and another dense rain of arrows shot down, with a sharp sound like a wolf's howl, rushing towards the standing figure.

The battle began again.

After a hail of arrows, the northern knights on the hillside rode their horses and rushed down. The sound of metal clashing was like the breaking of glaciers. As they charged, the extraordinary cores in their bodies were running at full power, and the cold magic power merged into one, like wind, snow and ghosts, and directly crashed into the peerless general.

A soul-wrenching pain and chill came over him. Darcy rushed left and right in this iron-gray tide, knocking down the northern knights one after another, but his brows became deeper and deeper, and the blood color on his face gradually faded.

As expected, they are the famous survivors of the Everlasting Island on the mainland. Even after a thousand years, the military formations and killing techniques left behind by the Mercury Dynasty are still so terrifying.

After realizing that he was temporarily unable to defeat the enemy, the famous general simply cleared a brief open space, then jumped up on his horse and retreated in the direction he came from.

He didn't need to fight these northern knights here. The members of the Order of the Rose would arrive soon, and these northern knights who had traveled a long distance were 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 stopped and carefully rescued Lily and Hels.

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty, we're late."

A witch in gray clothes dismounted and knelt 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 wounds on her body.

Afterwards, the witch checked the little prince Hers and found that he was just frightened. Then she wiped the blood off 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 sky.

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