The sparse woodland in the wilderness, a mud covered with rotten leaves.

Lord Abeta hid in the mud, covered his body with withered leaves, trying to hold his breath and calm his mind. He tried to put himself in a deep sleep, which would reduce the probability of being searched by the prophetic arcane.

Just outside the woods about two hundred meters away, Old Bank held up his staff and was casting a spell. A drop of blood floated on his fingers, and the magic was analyzing the blood and finding the location of his master.

Sophia floated over Old Bank's head, doubled the effect of the prophetic arcane. The blood drops slowly turned into a cloud of mist and condensed into an arrow pointing out the direction where Abeta was hiding.

Seeing this, 'Jiying' immediately rushed out, and it shouted loudly: "Ahhh..., poor guy, I know where you are. How many more times can you escape?"

The mechanical dragon is too big, and its thick limbs raise the floating soil and fallen leaves of the woods. Its huge size knocks the trunks of the big bowl along the way and breaks the trees along the way.

Abeta could feel the increasingly powerful vibration from the ground even when he hid in the mud. He complained but could not sit and wait for death. He could only turn a ring on his finger and his figure disappeared in place.

When Abeta appeared again, he appeared three hundred meters away with smelly mud. The gems on his ring cracked open, and his last chance to escape was exhausted.

"It's really damn. Why is that guy behind him so difficult? Could it be Victor Hugo?"

Abeta covered the deep wound between his ribs and endured the pain and continued to escape. He walked through a wild grass that was as tall as a man, walked to a country dirt road, and ran along the road.

"If the person riding the dragon on the ground is really Victor Hugo, I will not lose unfairly. But he is the city lord and the commander of more than 200,000 people. How could he personally come to make things difficult for me, a little lord?"

Abeta's physical strength dropped quickly, and he was dizzy and couldn't hold on. However, he was thinking randomly in his mind, regretting and angry, and more of it was not understanding.

According to the nobles' ideas, such a huge risky thing as going deep into the enemy's territory should not be done by our own boss. For example, the Lord of Friedman, the Buche family, will only stay in the city, otherwise there will be no change in the city.

It was based on this idea that Abeta had the courage to take risks. He agreed with two other lords to join forces to sweep the villages and towns, and to make the bad situation come back.

But the basic idea is wrong, and the situation afterwards will naturally be completely wrong.

If he died in a vigorous battle, Lord Abeta would accept his fate. But the five hundred people he brought with him did not fight seriously at all, but were destroyed by endless traps and night fires.

I never expected it.

What I didn't expect was that the dragon on the ground that I encountered halfway through, and the knight riding this monster was even more omnipotent and invincible.

Abeta couldn't even hold on to a single move, and first got a mental impact in his mind. Then the ancestral armor was broken by the elite gold shuttle. The only thing he could do was to escape instantly.

The flash ring was scrapped after three times, but Abeta was not sure if he had escaped.

His heart beat very fast, but his pace was getting slower and weaker. He knew that the injuries under his ribs were extremely serious, so severe that the blood flowed continuously, and he would definitely die if he could not receive treatment.

"That's definitely Victor Hugo himself, otherwise how could he use a whole piece of pure gold to create a shuttle? It's so extravagant. I'm just a little lord, how could I hit me with such a valuable thing?"

Abeta's head was buzzing, and as he ran, he heard the dense sound of horse hooves coming from the front. He was shocked, his pace accelerated, and he raised his hand and shouted:

"Help, help, I'm Abeta from Banshee Castle, I've met Hugo from Cold Wind City. The monster from the Black Forest is right behind me."

A cavalry team actually appeared in front of the dirt road, with about a dozen people. The leader looked at the majestic, and the attendant behind him held a strange flag.

Abeta lost too much blood and vaguely saw a fire-breathing dragon head painted on the flag. This is not the "Snake-haired Banshee" flag of the Buche family, but..., the Frederick family of the Principality of Os.

Hearing someone calling for help on the road, the cavalry team accelerated. The leader of the cavalry rushed to Abeta and quickly dismounted and supported him.

Abeta's eyes were dark and could not see the surrounding situation, but he grabbed the arm of the Knight who came to support and felt that he was saved, "Hurry..., get ready for battle. Victor Hugo is behind him. He rode a dragon on the ground."

"Victor Hugo? Earthly Dragon?" The knight who came to support was very surprised. He looked up at the front of the dirt road, "He is nearby?"

"I am Lord Abeta of Banshee Castle, please treat me quickly. My subordinates are not far away. Heal me and I can join the battle."

Abeta used his strength to wipe out blood marks on the clothes of the Knight who came to support him. The other party confirmed that "Victor Hugo" was right in front, and then asked the followers behind him to prepare.

Abeta was worried that the number of reinforcements was insufficient, so he kept urging the other party to find some more people. But the knight who supported him could not ask for more information, so he took out a dagger from his waist and stabbed it into his heart through the gap in the armor.

At the moment before his death, Abeta's mind suddenly woke up and his black eyes became brighter. He saw an old knight with white hair, and even more, he saw himself in his eyes who was dying in his eyes.

"Why?" Abeta died with his eyes open. He grabbed the other party's arm and refused to let go, just to ask: "Why kill me?"

The white-haired Knight did not answer, but pushed Abeta away and abandoned the body on the ground.

Not long after, the rumbling ground shaking came from the other side of the dirt road, and a strange sound could be heard from a distance.

"Poor guy, have you hidden it? The hide-and-seek game is starting again. Mr. Jiying is here to find you. You hide for me. I'm in a very good mood today and can play with you a few more times."

The sound was still a hundred meters away at first, and at the end of the day, it had arrived. A big monster's head appeared on the dirt road. It had sharp fangs and stared at the burning flames. It was so big that it occupied the entire road.

The monster sat on the ground with all its limbs and seemed to be clumsy. It ran and turned its head and waved its tail. Its posture was very funny, but its speed was not slow at all, as fast as a galloping horse.

As soon as the monster appeared, all the white-haired knights sucked in the air. No one expected to meet such a guy in the wilderness. No wonder Abeta was chased and fled desperately like a desperate dog jumping over the wall.

This thing is a metal machinery, a real component. It has great power, strong defense, and doesn't take much magic. If there is a conflict, more than a dozen knights may not be able to beat it.

Even the white-haired knight in the lead couldn't help but take a step back and wonder how to deal with it.

However, the yelling mechanical monster ran out and stopped when he saw someone across the dirt road. After carefully distinguishing it, it started speaking first and shouted in surprise: "Knight Naser, it was a surprise to see you here!"
Chapter completed!