Holding his hand, Honasan looked at his wide eyes. He understood what he wanted to say. This was what they had agreed on before they set off, even when they started planning.

The old hunter walked over quickly, first drew his bow and shot two arrows to help Paros relieve some of the pressure, then squatted in front of Randy, put the bow aside, and took out bandages and medicine from his arms.

"Lord Honasan, go help Paros, let...

Let me take a look. "

The old hunter lowered his voice when he spoke the latter part.

Although he had guessed it long ago, the old hunter still found it hard to imagine when he saw the wound. The flesh and blood where the sword pierced his chest were turned inside out, and there were traces of twisting on the turned-out flesh and blood. In this case, the bandage could not stop the blood from flowing out at all, and it was difficult to sew it with a needle.

Moreover, one can guess what the flesh and internal organs inside will look like from the flesh that is turned outward.

Alas, there is no hope...

Looking at the injuries, the old hunter couldn't help but sigh. He silently took back the bandages and medicine and stood up. Even though he had lived to this age and seen many people die, he couldn't help but feel sad when he saw a young and vibrant life about to pass away.

The old hunter raised his bow with a heavy face, pulled out arrow after arrow from his quiver, and shot at the robbers.

Paros' pressure was instantly reduced a lot. The old hunter's archery was so accurate that every arrow could often hit the enemy's vital points or joints, making it much easier for Paros to deal with the rest.

"Don't worry, Lady Natalia and I will definitely do what we promised."

Honasan held tightly onto Randy's hand, which seemed to be about to lose its strength, and looked at him seriously with a stern look.

Hearing his words, Randy's dimming eyes flashed with a gleam of light, and his lips moved slightly as if he wanted to say something. Seeing this, Honasan lowered his head seriously and put his ear close to his mouth.

"..." In the end, no words came out. Honasan felt the hand he was holding loosen powerlessly, "Oh..." With a sigh, he slowly raised his head and looked into Randy's already dim and lifeless eyes.

She loosened her grip and closed his open eyes.

Standing up, Honasan turned around expressionlessly and looked at the robbers who kept rushing towards him, and clenched the knight's sword in his right hand.

Randy was one of the orphans adopted by the Viscount's family. He had watched him grow up since he was a child, and it was also he who trained him to be a guard and a qualified soldier. They had been together for nearly twenty years. For Randy, who had never married and had no children in his life, Randy was almost like his son.

"call……

Paros, get out of the way!"

Honasan walked past the old hunter and moved forward.

Hearing his words, Paros, who was already out of breath and blocking the front, swung his axe to force back the robbers in front of him, and looked back at him.

Even as a red-blooded alien with a naturally strong physique, Paros's physical strength was almost exhausted after he had been holding on for so long without getting injured. He was sore all over and sweat was flowing.

Although looking at Honasan who had no expression on his face, he felt a sense of danger.

Um?

Your eyes fell on Honasan's sword, which was...

There seemed to be a faint glow on the sword, and the old hunter behind also noticed it. The pupils of both of them shrank slightly. It turned out that Honasan...

Also a transcendent?

Paros subconsciously made way for a man's width. The bandits on the mountain road didn't know what was going on, but this seemed to be a good opportunity.

“Woooaaaaaaaah.”

He raised the wooden spear horizontally and rushed forward shouting as if to give himself courage, whoosh whoosh!

Phew!

Two sword lights flashed across quickly, the shouting stopped abruptly, and a head flew into the air with an excited look, as if it had not yet reacted to what happened before dying.

Honasan silently stepped over the slowly falling headless body and continued walking.

“Ahhhhh!

..." Two more bandits rushed up side by side, and Honasan clenched his knight's sword with his expressionless hands and raised it up.

clang!

…

At the foot of the hill, Edmund squinted his eyes and looked at the "female knight" who was following closely behind him.

"Oh, a knight?"

He murmured as he felt the faint breath coming from the other side.

Hiss~ Natalia looked at him seriously and slowly drew out the long sword from her waist.

The sword is well-made, and what is surprising is that there are traces of red lines on both sides of the blade, as if there is a red glow flowing on the lines.

This is one of the few magical items left by the Lambardia family, the Sword of Davian. According to legend, it was given to the ancestor of the Lambardia family by the marquis who conferred him the title of viscount. Hundreds of years have passed, and the marquis's name and family have disappeared in the long river of history, but the power of this sword has not diminished in the slightest.

Feeling the power contained in the sword, she raised the sword and pointed it at the enemy opposite her.

Seeing this, Edmund's expression also became serious.

boom!

…

When Livia rushed back, what he saw were dozens of corpses and Caius and others who were barely holding on but in danger.

Although they were still holding on, the situation of Caius and others was not very good.

Although the narrow mountain road was easy to defend and difficult to attack, it was also difficult for them to get back to the top of the mountain road. The narrow mountain road could accommodate at most two people at a time, and there were five of them, and Dennis was injured.

Under the bandits' repeated attacks, they had no time to retreat one by one. In the current situation, if one person is missing from the formation, the bandits may seize the opportunity to separate them. Only one or two people may run back to the mountain road, and the rest will be separated and surrounded.

So Caius and others had been struggling to hold on until Livia returned. The weaker Dennis had several wounds on his body and a small hole in his abdomen. Although he was barely bandaged after being replaced by Pierre, blood was still flowing out.

Pierre, who often replaced him, also had several deep cuts on his body. After all, his defense in leather armor was weaker than that of Dennis in chain mail, and he could not withstand the attacks of swords, spears and guns at all.

Caius and Jeffrey, who were in the best condition and had stronger strength, inevitably had a few more cuts on their bodies. Caius' light armor looked a little tattered, covered with blood that was not sure whether it was his own or the enemy's. The knight's sword wielded in his hand also had several more cuts.

Jeffrey's round shield had been dented and broken when he was blocking an attack, and he threw it away to hit someone. Now even his shadow could not be seen. He was fighting with the original mace in his left hand and the iron sword he picked up from the corpse on the ground in his right hand.

Anders, the only one who was not injured, had run out of arrows long ago and his close combat skills were even worse than Dennis'. He could only helplessly use a wooden spear that Pierre picked up and find opportunities to attack from time to time to provide a little support.