"The duchy's bastard!"
Pete cried out in shock and anger, unleashing several sword energies with his longsword, only to burn up and vanish in mid-air!
He tried to fight his way through the wolf pack, but all his effective attacks were neutralized by the demonic flames. He could only watch helplessly as the ragtag knights who had followed him were slaughtered by the wolf riders!
"puff!"
"Escape! This must be a trap deliberately set by the Duchy!"
"Damn it! The lord of this area has tamed a pack of wolves and cast a spell to confuse us—it's a trap!!"
The cavalry in the middle were slaughtered. The wolf riders were equipped with equipment provided by the count as a favor. Their sharp spears could easily pierce through three men, as if they were skewering tofu!
Equipped with gear, the wolf riders swept through like an iron torrent, clearing obstacles and providing convenience for the transport wagons behind them!
Immediately, before the battle had even lasted a few breaths, Pete's side showed signs of defeat. The ragtag cavalry of Dihua was already poorly disciplined, and after losing dozens of men, they instantly collapsed and fled, completely ignoring Pete's shouts!
The vast, boundless wasteland, the veil of ice mist, and the surprise attack by wolf riders—these three elements combined easily lead one to suspect that the lord of the wasteland has built a defensive line on the border, determined to eliminate any foreign enemies; it is all a conspiracy.
"Damn it! How am I supposed to explain this to my family if I go back like this!"
Seeing that defeat was inevitable and there was no way to turn the tide, Pete unleashed a torrent of sword light, intercepting a barrage of fiery arrows, and rode his white horse off along a certain route.
The direction was far from the battlefield, but within the icy mist, a pair of flames burned, staring at Pete's fleeing figure.
"kill!"
Blood Raven, riding a Shadow Wolf, was a force to be reckoned with, leading a pack of wolves in close pursuit. This sight made Pete's pupils shrink, and he urged his white horse to retreat quickly.
The wasteland is the territory of the duchy. They have laid a trap first. If anyone dares to fight back, they will be utterly destroyed!
The enemy's ambush was well-prepared, and they actually hoped I would turn around and willingly accept my death.
Therefore, Pitt chose the wisest option: to turn around and run away.
"Hiss!"
Suddenly, the white horse beneath him stiffened slightly, and its armored forelegs exploded into a bloody mist, with blood splattering from its kneecaps!
An unexpected turn of events caused Pete to fall from his horse, staring in disbelief at the white horse with its broken leg!
You're admitting defeat way too quickly! How did you just give up like that?!
At this moment, it felt like a million walking grass plants were galloping through Pete's mind, and the screen was filled with "fuck"!
He was well aware of his situation. His opponent was also a powerful being at the potential awakening stage, twice as strong as him. Right now, even his most trusted horse hadn't experienced the joy of a long-distance chase, and had already knelt down to the enemy at the very beginning!
"Bang! Bang!"
As he stood up, the wolf riders didn't even glance at him, and led their pack through the wind, galloping past him!
It's like I don't want to pay attention to these two idiots.
Pete: "..."
In an instant, he slightly bent over, lay on the ground, and remained motionless.
Horse hooves trampled the ground, and several carriages linked by iron chains passed by. To avoid attracting the attention of that powerful figure, Pete lay on the ground and pretended to be dead.
Yes, he was thrown from a horse and died; that's an irrefutable reason.
More importantly, this method was actually effective. In the ice fog that covered most of his vision, the hidden powerhouse seemed not to have noticed him, or perhaps he was focused on something else. This was good news for him.
"Smack!"
The rolling wheels rolled over his head, leaving a gray-black rut on half of his face.
Tolerate……
After the wolf riders crossed the land, they left behind hundreds of blood-frozen corpses. After a long time, some of the corpses miraculously came back to life and slowly stood up.
To avoid the disaster of the ice tide behind them, the wolf riders, at Xiao Han's signal, hurried on their way. Apart from the unlucky ones who were caught in the skewers at the beginning, the ragtag knights didn't suffer many casualties.
If he really wanted to kill them, these weaklings would be completely wiped out by the divine fire controlled by Xiao Han!
"Hahaha, I've escaped a disaster."
Pete looked relieved, but at the same time, doubts arose in his heart.
Although the wolf riders are ferocious, they are probably not a force stationed in the wasteland by the duchy.
They had crossed the Knights' ranks earlier, as if in a hurry, and were attacked because the Knights were blocking their way.
"If you're not the lord's person, then what are you?"
Pete sheathed his sword, helped the white horse, which had been run over by wheels several times, to its feet, and treated it with medicine.
"Or is it that what's driving them to hurry on their way is an even more ruthless pursuer behind them?"
Pete thought about it and felt that his guess was somewhat realistic. He looked back and saw swirling ice mist, and the sky full of ice crystals erased the sound, froze the void, and engulfed his vision with a blizzard!
...
"Bang!"
The sound of a hammer striking nails continued incessantly.
This is an ancient castle located on the edge of a desolate wilderness, sparsely populated, poor in resources, and with very little contact with the outside world.
"Bang!"
As the last nail was driven into the plank, the exhausted baron breathed a sigh of relief. Looking at the castle that had been blown up by a certain fox, he managed to barely manage to repair it using the carpentry skills inherited from his grandfather.
However, the thought of the black fox that blew up the castle filled the baron with indignation. He wished he could skin it, stuff its whole body into a millstone, and grind it into soybeans to make soy milk!
The kind where you drink one cup and then pour the rest away!
Then, he looked around at the desolate scene and his face became full of vicissitudes.
Because the castle was bombed, he was coerced and his status plummeted to the bottom. His wife couldn't bear the humiliation and went back to her parents' home a few days ago.
Not to mention, the villages under his jurisdiction were thrown into chaos by that fox's mischief, and this year's harvest was not good either. He had no choice but to dismiss his servants and distribute the losses among the households. As a minor lord, he certainly had this right.
"If it weren't for that fox, I wouldn't be in such a predicament!"
He pulled out a hardened loaf of bread from the burlap sack tied around his waist. He took a bite, his teeth chattering, as if he were enduring hardship and biding his time, determined to take revenge one day. Even the priests of the god of harvest said he was in good spirits and that his wish would come true one day.
By the way...
Give the impoverished baron a dozen or so loaves of bread.
Before he left, the priest advised him to rest and sleep more, just like monsters hibernate, where they can dream of anything...
After the castle was repaired, the baron took a few steps back and looked at the castle that had almost collapsed. The hole at the bottom, which was more than ten meters wide, had been filled with wooden planks. The baron had put a lot of fun to it. Although it was a bit simple, it was done with his own skills, and he was quite proud of it.
However, the spacious castle was currently empty except for him. It was dark and a bit scary, and many parts had not been repaired, resulting in leaks, mold, and pests. This annoyed the baron, who blamed all his bad luck on that wretched fox!
Suddenly, he felt a chill. He wrapped his leather jacket tighter around himself, looked up at the sky, which was a pale white, with icy particles gathering and falling.
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