When the Kjins in the city of Paraven fell and died, the group of soldiers from the Nord Kingdom and the Rhodok Kingdom began their crazy looting again. They kept rushing into the houses of civilians one by one and robbed their belongings one by one.

Those nobles were the ones who took special care of the place. Except for some civilians in the slums who were not disturbed, the slums were full of dirty and disgusting things.

Therefore, most soldiers were unwilling to go there, and poverty saved their lives. However, wealth at this moment became the most deadly synonym.

The rich and nobles in the city of Paraven were all robbed and all their property was looted.

Cries and angry howls all floated over the city. Peters slowly closed his eyes, breathing carefully, and gradually narrowed his hearing.

He didn't want to listen to the wailing and crying in Jane City. This was not what he wanted to see.

However, in order to satisfy the lords who followed King Ragnar to fight for wealth, he had to accept everything in front of him.

Even without cavalry chasing King Harlaus, Wales still ran as fast as the wind, and Nisbet could only watch him from behind. He saw the distance between himself and Wales getting wider and wider, while Wales was getting closer and closer to King Harlaus.

He knew that he must have failed this time. A hint of murderous intent flashed in Nisbet's eyes. Perhaps he should get rid of it, but he remembered King Ragnar's punishment for soldiers who killed each other.

He put away his ruthlessness and went back to say that everything was for his own honor. If he killed his teammates and companions, then his honor of capturing King Harlaus might be ruined.

Plop! King Harlaus is just an ordinary old man. Although he fought bravely and made great achievements in battle when he was young, he still could not resist the erosion of time. His old body could not support his running speed.

Finally, he was tripped by a stone and fell with a bruised face. He tried to run forward and stood up with trembling legs, but at this moment, a man suddenly rushed over and knocked him to the ground. Needless to say, this man was Walls.

It's over. King Harlaus is now completely desperate. To him, everything he has done now is in vain.

All the warriors who sacrificed for him were in vain. The faces of Kerkins, Edgar, Coxon and Harlaus vaguely appeared in King Harlaus' mind. He could already feel that these three people might have sacrificed themselves for him.

King Harlaus suddenly burst out with a powerful force from nowhere, and everything he did was naturally to escape from Wals's restraints.

Thinking of this, a powerful force suddenly burst out from the old man's legs, and he kicked Walls off his back with one kick.

Walls fell to the ground and covered his chest. He was shocked. He didn't expect that such an old man could burst out with such powerful strength.

It seems that I underestimated him. Wals pointed the tip of his sword at the king in front of him. She already had gray hair and a white beard. Her old face was a true reflection of her. No matter how powerful a hero is, he cannot resist the erosion of time.

His cloudy eyes stared at the enemy in front of him like a wild beast, and one could tell from his eyes how strong his desire to survive was.

"I won't be caught by you so easily." King Harlaus pointed the tip of his sword at Wals in front of him and left without looking back.

It seems that King Harlaus also knows that he cannot engage in a head-on battle with Wals at this moment. Even if he can kill Wals, he will not be able to deal with the pursuers behind him one by one.

At this moment, Nisbet quickly caught up with Wals and surpassed him. I shook my shoulders. Wals was also quite surprised by King Harlaus's attack.

It was unexpected that such an old man could still possess such a powerful strength. Anyone would be surprised. It seemed that Harlaus was also a brave warrior when he was young.

Looking at Nisbett who suddenly appeared in front of him, Walls felt that his target was about to be caught by Nisbett.

He couldn't help but quicken his pace. Looking back, Walls saw his friends and allies chasing him from behind. Ailain and Mathilde had already reached the front of the team.

However, at the front of the team was not the two of them but Farrington, who was leading the Nord Royal Guards. At this time, Farrington had quickly taken off his armor, and no one knew how he did it.

Anyway, he took off his armor so quickly that he only had the one-handed axe in his hand to chase forward. All this was to catch King Harlaus.

There was a loud thud, which reached the ears of Wals. At the same time, the people chasing behind also saw King Harlaus being pushed to the ground. Everyone knew that they were too late.

They inevitably relaxed their pace, and they thought that there was no point in continuing to chase after him. After all, the goal they wanted had already been caught by others.

According to grandma, if I go forward, I will just be an assistant. All the rewards will be given to the person who catches King Harlaus, and the person who will be rewarded is Nisbet.

Walls looked at the scene with regret on his face. He was unwilling to let his prey be caught by others so easily, but at this moment he had no choice but to accept everything in front of him silently.

But fate played a big joke on them. It was like an invisible hand that slapped the group of people in front of it. When everyone thought it was all over.

But a turning point appeared.

Just like kicking Wals away, Nisbet, who was lying on King Harlaus, was suddenly kicked to the ground. If King Harlaus could be captured alive, there would naturally be a huge reward.

Bringing back a living person would please King Ragnar more than bringing back a corpse.

Therefore, Nisbet tried his best to capture King Harlaus alive. In Nisbet's view, the old man in front of him had entered an old age.

He was no longer as strong as he was when he was young, which resulted in him being unable to get rid of his pursuers in the final stage of the pursuit.

But Nisbett did not expect that after King Harlaus kicked Walls away, he still had enough strength to kick himself away.

Not only Nisbett couldn't think of it, but even Walls and the group of pursuers behind him couldn't think of it. Everyone saw hope, and they all seemed to feel that their motivation had returned.

Because they had seen that King Harlaus had not been caught and was still on the way to escape, so all the people picked up their weapons and ran towards King Harlaus.

They were somewhat surprised that King Harlaus had such a strong force to continue fighting, but no matter how surprised they were, how much resistance could an old man put up?

There were so many people in front of him, all of them were young and strong guys or some experienced middle-aged men. They certainly had enough strength to defeat King Harlaus in front of them.

King Harlaus's eyes were bright and there seemed to be a hint of disappointment in them, but in an instant he became confused again, and finally seemed to have made up his mind.

It was like a flame that was about to be extinguished in a strong wind, but suddenly the wind died down, and the flame emitted infinite heat and light because of its neighbors.

King Harlaus took out a pill from his pocket and quickly swallowed it. He knew that if he didn't go, the final outcome would be self-evident. She would surrender and be captured and sent to her enemies.

Next, I will receive the greatest humiliation in my life. Being attacked by my enemy, the hatred is really unforgettable.

As the last monarch of the Swadians, King Harlaus will never be captured by his enemies. He cannot be captured by his enemies. He still needs to lead his people to continue to fight against this group of foreign invaders.

When King Harlaus swallowed the pill, he felt an infinitely powerful force suddenly burst out from his body. The pill stimulated his remaining potential.

In his old body, wave after wave of powerful force continued to burst out from his weak muscles. The energy that this pill could provide was only temporary, but it still allowed King Harlaus to use his strong strength during this period of time.

Maybe he would get hurt when facing so many enemies, but he felt that he could defeat the group of enemies in front of him. Even if he couldn't, he would kill a group of enemies.

With a rage of revenge, King Harlaus raised the only two-handed sword in his hand. This two-handed sword had been with him for many years and was a very powerful weapon.

Even though he didn't have the full set of plate armor with him.

In order to facilitate his escape, he took off his full body armor as quickly as possible. Without the armor as a protective device.