The man, covered in heavy armor, held a long axe-like halberd in his hand, dragging it casually on the ground, pressing a groove, and then picked it up easily.
"If you put down the knife now, I might be able to let you go." His deep voice emerged from the gap in his armor.
"That's impossible."
Jenna pressed her fingers against the cold blade. As she gently stroked it, fine lines as fine as silver snow slowly illuminated the blade. This blade had been given to her by Osuna in the Black Veil Society. That person seemed pleased with such a loyal and dedicated subordinate, so he presented her with this pearl-grade longsword as a reward.
She regretted joining that crazy club, doing a lot of wrong things, and hurting the friends she once knew, but everything in the past had already happened, so she could only suppress this guilt in her heart and try her best to do something to make amends.
In school, everyone has their own lives. After transferring to another school, the interactions between her and the former students of Chengzhai Academy decreased, and no one took revenge on her, so this guilt has never been relieved.
Now that she was faced with such a situation, it was even more difficult for her to go against her conscience and escape.
There is a clear line between right and wrong. Don't be fooled by other people's sweet words, Jenna. She said this to herself in her heart.
Her right hand gripped the hilt tightly, and her left hand slowly covered it. Holding the blade with both hands, a faint glow shone in Jenna's emerald eyes. Although she was only at Sequence 2 strength now, she had reached Sequence 4 last year with the blessing of that secret technique. She had extensive experience and was not without the strength to fight the enemy before her.
"snort."
The leader across from her looked on with disdain as the girl summoned her magic, but so what? The gap in strength couldn't be made up by simply being serious.
Suddenly, the heavy spear swept across, drawing a crescent-shaped trajectory in the firelight and bringing up a whistling wind pressure.
The sweeping attack had a huge area, and Jenna was no longer as agile as she was last year. She had no time to dodge and could only block with the blade.
The overly sharp blade cut directly into the halberd, and then was pressed towards Jenna by the huge force. Her feet kicked the ground, raising clouds of mud, and she only stopped after a short distance.
"Nothing more than that," the mercenary leader commented briefly, retracting his halberd and slashing it through the air in another startling arc. A flash of cold light descended, slashing directly at the innocent girl. He was also a veteran of many battles, his moves brutal and straightforward.
"Go to hell!"
At this moment, Jenna's hands were numb and her arms had not yet recovered from the heavy blow just now. The only part of her body that could move was her legs.
She twisted her body hard as the halberd whistled through the air, barely dodging it by the edge, and then rolled to the ground. The halberd also hit the ground next to Jenna's head, and the flying small stones hit her face. The pain made her feel frightened.
This is not Emenas. If you are seriously injured and cannot escape, you will die. No one will stop you, and there are no powerful healers to save you.
Under the threat of death, Jenna used all her strength to activate the extraordinary core in her body, and the only two abilities of War Sequence 2: Wild Wind Swordsman were used with a slight acceleration.
Her body became a little lighter, and then with the help of her arms, she rolled and turned quickly, dodging the enemy's sweep again. However, her face was cut by the aftermath of the cold blade of the halberd, and a line of bright red blood flowed out.
At this moment, she had no mind to deal with this minor wound, because the next attack was coming, and this time it would be difficult to dodge.
Jenna struggled to get up from the ground, but she knelt on the ground and put the knife on her shoulder to block the long spear that was coming down.
The heavy halberd was cut in half by the sharp blade, and the head part hit Jenna's shoulder directly, breaking several bones and leaving a long bloody mark.
My left shoulder is broken.
Jenna's heart sank. Such an injury could not be recovered in a short time.
Taking advantage of the moment when the enemy's weapon was damaged, she escaped and moved to the outside, finally leaving the leader's attack range. Although her strength was far inferior to the leader's, she was light and nimble, and her speed surpassed that of the heavily armored mercenary leader.
Enduring the pain, she held the sword in her right hand and drew several cold arcs in the air, cutting bright red wounds on the soldiers who surrounded her to stop her from leaving, making these people lie down wailing, unable to stop her anymore. Then she ran to her horse, jumped on it, and left for the time being.
Before the horse under her took a few steps, a dangerous signal emerged in her extraordinary perception. Without time to turn around to observe, she quickly lay down on her side. A long spear pierced her side, took away a piece of bloody skin at her elbow, and then disappeared into the night.
That was a close call.
If she hadn't reacted in time, the spear would have pierced her chest.
On the rugged mountain road, she pulled the horse hard, galloping wildly in the night, jumping directly off the road and into the fields below. In this way, with the help of the obstruction of her vision, she was able to briefly escape from the shooting from behind.
Breathing heavy white air, a man and a horse ran aimlessly in the night, hiding from the pursuers behind them, until they walked farther and farther away, and the sounds behind them became increasingly sparse and quiet.
Finally, after making sure it was safe, Jenna finally stopped her horse, and both she and her horse collapsed exhausted in a valley. Using the pitch-black night, she finally managed to evade the men who were pursuing her.
After catching her breath, she took out several medicine bottles and gauze from the packages on both sides of the saddle and began to treat the wounds on her body.
It was not until then that she noticed the pain all over her body. In the brief confrontation, not only were there wounds on the surface of her body, but her internal organs and bones also suffered many hidden injuries.
Recalling the first aid knowledge her father had taught her, Jenna carefully bandaged the wounds, praying that she wouldn't catch an infection or develop a fever. This place was remote, not a good place to recuperate.
At night, after comforting the frightened horse, Jenna closed her heavy eyes and slowly fell asleep.
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Clancy, County Needham.
"Your Highness, where have you been these days?"
After returning to the caravan in the city, Mira looked at the returning Loran Hill curiously. The prince was now wearing long boots and a hood, and seemed to have walked a long way.
"Let's go to the east and find an old friend." Loran Hill unbuttoned the rope at his collar, took off his coat, revealing the fitted top underneath, and tidied his hair before sitting down at the table to rest.
"He will be here soon, but I need to meet with the local chief in the next two days."
Loran Hill spoke of his decision.
"Okay, I'll arrange it right away." Mira nodded.
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