The horse's back was constantly shaking, and her body felt like it was falling apart. Besides the whistling wind beside her ears, she could vaguely hear Hels crying.

Even though he was still a child, he instinctively sensed the 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, and the severe pulling pain and dryness in her throat made it impossible for her to speak clearly.

She slowly bent down, loosened the reins, hugged her only child with both hands, and slowly closed her eyes.

The sound of horse hooves behind me was getting closer, perhaps only a few seconds away.

Her mind was blank and she didn't know what to think. She could only rub her cheek against Hels, feeling the warmth and tenderness of this little life, so that he could feel a little better in his last moments.

The long and narrow saber moved in the wind, the blade cutting through the air, bringing up strands of colorless airflow, a faint cold light flashing, and when the warhorse gradually approached the mother and child, it was swung down, splashing bright red blood.

The cold touch of the blade instantly stung Lily's nerves, making her unable to suppress the sound, but she quickly forced herself to hold it back. Light red magic overflowed from her body and began to heal the wound.

Although she doesn't have much talent, she was once a student of Emenas and now has certain strength.

However, the enemy did not give her much time to react. One pursuer after another caught up and began to circle her parallel to her, and the sword lights slashed down again. At this time, no matter how much Lily dodged and resisted, it was of little use.

Blood splattered, the horse neighed, and she rolled to the ground with wounds so deep that the bones were visible. She held Hels tightly in front of her with both hands and turned several times in the grass and mud before she finally stopped.

At this time, the pursuers also pulled the reins, turned their horses' heads, and after galloping a short distance on the ground, they began to look back and then gradually raised their sabers.

“Whoosh—”

The cold and sharp sound of an arrow piercing through the air broke the moment of killing. A wolf-feather arrow pierced the wrist of the man wielding the sword, bringing up a flower of blood.

Then, there were successive sounds of arrows breaking through the air, and arrows were shot out one after another, forcing these elite cavalrymen to temporarily avoid the attack, swing their swords to block, or hide under their horses to avoid being exposed to the arrows.

After a round of rain of arrows, before these people could react, a burst of rapid horse hooves sounds came from the other side of the earth.

The spear made of cold steel was lowered while galloping, directly piercing through the warhorse and the cavalry behind it, and then it was pulled out, bringing up a large amount of warm blood.

The red blood melted the snow on the ground, leaving concave marks, and then seeped into the white snowflakes, making the earth appear a light red.

Amidst the cold wind and snow, a group of northern knights finally arrived. They formed a circle and surrounded Lily to protect her.

The battle outside was still going on, and a knight took off his dark gray cloak and carefully wrapped up Lily, who was almost losing consciousness. Only then did she hear the tearful cry of Hels in her arms.

The sticky blood stained the child's cheeks and neck red, and his palms and clothes were also covered in dark red. His dark eyes, similar to Lily's, were filled with fear and panic of the world.

"Sorry." Looking at this scene, several knights lowered their heads in guilt.

Among them were cavalrymen who were good at galloping, but there was no one who was good at treatment. In order to get Lily treated as soon as possible, the group acted quickly.

One knight held Hels in his arms and wrapped him in a cloak. The other knight gave Lily a simple bandage and then carefully put her on the horse and moved forward.

A dozen knights from the northern border protected the two men in the center and began to return to the north. A signal arrow rose from the earth, piercing through the cold and dry atmosphere, making a sharp whistling sound.

In order to find Lily and her son, their team heading south was divided into several groups, and now it was time to regroup.

As the group rode their war horses and galloped quickly across the snow, the imperial soldiers stationed in a distant castle also heard the rising signal arrow.

"That is..." Before the lookout soldier had time to explain or discuss it with his companions, a dark shadow flashed by and stood in front of him.

Looking at the tall figure, the soldier restrained his voice that was about to shout, and instead bowed his head and said respectfully: "General Darcy."

Darcy stood on the city wall, looking at the tiny signal arrow rising in the distant sky, frowned deeply, and then disappeared here in a gust of wind.

The rapid sound of bells rang out, and the cavalry stationed in the city began to gather quickly. Accompanied by the urging voices of the officers, these people took up their weapons, mounted their horses, and began to file out of the city.

Soon, a bright red cloak spread out on the snowy ground. Hundreds of high-ranking knights above Sequence 5, led by Darcy, rushed towards the place where the signal arrow rose.

Silver-white metal armor, dark red necklaces, and bright red cloaks with roses printed on them. These cavalrymen are the newly formed Order of the Rose by the Emperor. Its members all come from aristocratic families, and their average strength is above Sequence 5. Their paper data is basically consistent with those legendary knights of the past, such as Zephyr's "Lightning Knights".

War horses neighed, the earth trembled, the sound of metal armor clashing continued, and bright red cloaks rolled rapidly in the snow like waves. When this line of knights accelerated to the extreme, it was like a strong wind passing by, melting the snow, and a patch of green and yellow mottled colors began to appear on the white earth.

The Northern Knights who were carrying Lily and her son soon noticed the noise and vibration coming from afar. They looked at each other and began to speed up.

Time is becoming tight again.

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