The lord was killed, as were many noble knights, and even the elderly, the weak, women and children. But a city this big would always have some that slipped through the net.

What’s more, there are the knight vassals of those small lords.

He is just like the knight village chief in Pompeii before.

The nobles, vassal knights, along with their finances, families, some male and female servants, and guards, fled hastily to the south.

They tried to take side roads and avoid towns controlled by the New Party.

Houston Knight and James Knight are two vassal knights. They are both junior knights and are mediocre people.

But in this catastrophe, strong men like Marquis Parker died, but weak people like them escaped.

In this heavy winter rain, they drove the carriage themselves, walked on the muddy and difficult road, and fled to the south in a hurry.

The two knights were not in the same group at first. They were vassals of two different lords, who met on the road and huddled together for warmth.

"Houston, we now have two knights and some guards. Do you have any plans?" Knight James is a plain-looking man with a very fair complexion. You can tell at a glance that he is a pampered person.

And this is actually true. Although he is a knight, he has no fighting ability.

"I plan to go to Pompeii." Knight Houston said without thinking.

He looks like a very capable man, especially his eyes are very bright.

"Pompeii? So many lords and nobles have perished, it is impossible for Pompeii to still exist. Your idea is too unrealistic." Knight James was stunned when he heard this and shook his head.

"That's not necessarily true. I've met Mr. Luther Pompey before. He is the eldest son of the Knight Lord, the next generation of Pompey Knight. He has exerted great energy and became the Governor of Silver Wing. Since he has obtained the coveted territory, it is impossible that he has not made preparations."

The Houston Knight said, and at the same time he couldn't help but think of Luther, and felt that he was very, very terrifying.

That cunning little devil.

This sentence has even become a catchphrase among the great nobles.

"Believe me, Pompeii should no longer exist. We should plan to carve a road in the Endless Forest that leads to the neighboring country."

Knight James shook his head, not believing that Pompey could still exist.

"It's a good backup plan, but with our abilities, it's impossible for us to deal with the monsters in the Endless Forest."

The Houston Cavaliers said after thinking about it.

He is a man who is good at making plans. Since he has an existing plan, he should also have a backup plan.

If Pompeii really perished, then we should go to the Endless Forest.

"Don't worry. The southern territory is so large that there will definitely be many people who escape. We will then form an expeditionary force. When we reach the neighboring country, we should be able to gain a firm foothold by relying on our strength."

Knight James said with a smile.

"That's true. Even if thirty knights escaped from a territory, our number of knights would be as high as six or seven hundred. Together with the guards and servants, it would be enough to form a small-scale expeditionary force. By the time we reach the neighboring country, we will be a considerable force."

The Houston Knight thought about it and gained a lot of confidence, then nodded and said.

It was raining heavily in the sky, and there were several carriages, guards, and servants galloping on the ground. There were two plans. If the Pompeii family was not destroyed, they would stay in Pompeii. If the Pompeii family was destroyed, they would go to the neighboring country.

And the Pompeii family is probably destroyed.

Just as Knight James said, in the southern part of Orange Province, countless nobles are heading south.

If thirty people escaped from each territory, there would be six or seven hundred knights.

Even in the territories of small nobles, the total number of guard knights, vassal knights, noble knights who did not hold jobs, and a small number of civilian knights loyal to the nobles was hundreds.

Therefore, thirty people escaping from a territory is considered a relatively small number.

In this vast southern region, on remote roads, countless nobles are on the run. There are thousands of knights alone, and together with their families, ordinary nobles, servants, and guards, there are tens of thousands of them.

The Pompeii family should be destroyed.

This is a common idea.

…………

Pompeii was fine, at least until the rains came.

Although it was about to rain, there were still some people who wanted to enter and leave the city, so the city gates were still open. The guards stood guard in front of the city gates and on the city walls with their heads held high.

"Damn this weather! We'll have to put on raincoats later." A guard looked at the weather and complained.

"Even if we put on raincoats, the dampness and coldness will penetrate our bodies. Let's ask the captain of the guard to prepare some beer to warm us up."

A guard also said.

"The beer has no taste. Pompeii wine is better."

"Pompeii wine is so expensive, can I give it to you?"

Before the storm, the guards were still chatting.

Luther had no premonition that a storm would come today, so he was also very relaxed.

"The advantage of being a knight is that you can resist cold and heat. Even if it rains, I won't catch a cold if I stand in the rain. How great is that."

In the castle of the Knights of the Mountains, Luther came to the observation deck. The Eagle King stood on his shoulder. Luther looked up at the dark sky and said happily.

There is another benefit that Luther didn't mention.

The strong body allows the knights to be romantic and indulge in beautiful women without suffering from kidney deficiency.

There was no way, the person standing next to him was not Newton, but Miss Alice. If it was Newton, he could brag a little.

Thinking of Newton, Luther felt troubled, because Viscount Silver Wing was already dead, and no matter what Newton was planning, he should show up.

But there was no news about Newton, as if he had disappeared from the face of the earth.

Damn bastard.

It's just worrying.

"Wrong, the knight also brings us a long life." Miss Alice shook her head and said.

It was winter and it was about to rain. Miss Alice was still wearing a cool sleeveless dress, which revealed her pink back, arms, and a large area of ​​her chest, but there was no cleavage.

The skirt reached nearly the knees, revealing a small section of smooth thigh.

Winter can't stop her from releasing hormones.

"This guy is a woman, and a woman who only cares about eating, drinking and having fun, but she worked hard to train to become an intermediate knight. Maybe her purpose is just to wear a skirt in winter."

Luther grumbled in his heart, then replied, "A long life is something only Grand Knights and above can enjoy. I am still a Junior Knight, so I cannot enjoy this."

"You're almost there too."

Miss Alice shrugged her shoulders and was surprisingly confident in Luther.

The Pompeii Knight was a freak, and this little one is also a freak.

Before the rain fell and before the new party took action, Luther chatted with Miss Alice again.

Very easy.

(End of this chapter)