Facing the bald head's ridicule, Enli smiled slightly:

"I can hold on until I split your big bald head in half!"

"Hmph!" A hideous smile appeared on the bald face, "Then I'll wait for you to chop my head."

Enley's words just now were actually just a bluff.

He felt increasingly unable to do his job.

If he was in his prime, he would have killed all these people long ago.

And now...

Although he was reluctant to admit it, the reality before Enli was quite cruel - he might die here.

Enli was not afraid of death, he was only afraid that Ilsa would return to Pandragon safely after his death.

What is certain is that if he died here, the possibility that Ilsa would be able to return to Pandragon safely would be quite small...

In order not to let this worst happen, Enli had to force himself to keep his body in his arms, fight and retreat, and try his best to deal with the bald man and others.

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...

Enley's current physical condition is obviously poor.

And it's getting worse and worse.

Enli, who was able to kill 6 people in a row just now, now only has the power to fight back, but no more power to fight back.

After a while, Enley may not even have the power to parry.

Although Ilsa has been hiding in the carriage, she has been quietly observing the movements outside the carriage through the gaps in the curtains.

Seeing Enli gradually fell into a disadvantage, Ilsa couldn't help feeling anxious.

Also anxious were Falke, who was also watching the game.

Falke's teeth were gritting tightly, and the force seemed to be about to bite his two rows of teeth into pieces.

Falke is the only person in the caravan who knows Enley and Ilsa’s true identities and what they have encountered.

Therefore, he was also the only person in the caravan who knew who this cavalry team led by bald head was, and why he came to Ilsa.

Falke did not want the emperor of his country to fall into the hands of the enemy, so he decided to let Enli and Ilsa follow his caravan and send the two back to Pandragon.

But at this time, Falk began to hesitate.

If the seven guards under his command rushed up to help Enli, it would be like an enemy of the bald man and others.

Even if the seven guards under his command were allowed to participate in the battle, their chances of winning were still very low.

After all, the individual combat power and equipment level of both sides are not on the same level.

If they lose, Falk and his caravan guys will be furiously revenge by the bald man and others.

If the escorts under his command were not allowed to participate in the war, the situation would be very different.

From the bald man's remarks just now, it is not difficult to see that he is a person who doesn't like to have troubles.

As long as Falk and others don't cause trouble for him and ask him to take Ilsa away obediently, the bald man shouldn't provoke Falk again.

That is, as long as his escorts are not allowed to join the war, Falke can save the caravan and save the lives of him and his friends.

However, the price he paid was - he wanted to sell Enli and the emperor of their country.

Falk was unwilling to let the queen of his country fall into the hands of the enemy.

But Falk wasn't willing to let him and his guys' lives hurt.

These two thoughts are like two iron chains.

These two iron chains were tightly tugging on Falke's brain, causing Falke's head to hurt.

While he was hesitating about what to do, Ilsa, who was hiding in the carriage, had quietly launched her actions.

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Ilsa looked around the carriage and looked for something that could come in handy.

Finally—she fell in love with a dagger.

This dagger was given to Ilsa by Falke after taking the ride with Falke, for Ilsa to defend herself.

Ilsa held the scabbard in her left hand and the hilt in her right hand, and she drew the dagger out of the scabbard.

It was as if it was about to attract the darkness around it, the sword body suddenly emerged from the scabbard, emitting a sharp and dazzling light.

Even Ilsa, who did not know how to forge, could see that the dagger in her hand was a good sword of high quality.

After glanced at the silver sword of the dagger, Ilsa turned her head and her eyes passed through the gaps in the cabin curtain and headed towards the fierce battlefield outside the car.

The current battle situation has been extremely bad.

Enli, who was left with only parry power, was surrounded by bald head and others.

If you don't escape from this encirclement quickly, it will be a matter of time before Enli's death in battle.

Although the encirclement against Enley has been formed, Ilsa still saw that this small encirclement has a small loophole.

That is - this encirclement net has a very thin thickness, with only one soldier.

As long as the soldier is knocked down, there will be a loophole that is enough for people to escape from this encirclement.

The soldier happened to be standing closest to Ilsa's hiding carriage, with his back facing Ilsa's hiding carriage.

Ilsa set her eyes on the soldier's back knee that was not covered by armor.

Then took a deep breath.

Then—

call!

Ilsa suddenly lifted the curtain of the carriage, then kicked her feet and rushed off the carriage.

Ilsa poured all her strength into two places.

One place is your own feet.

The other place is his hands holding the dagger tightly.

Ilsa rushed towards the soldier with the fastest speed he could.

The sword tip of the dagger pointed directly at the soldier's back knee that was not covered by armor.

Everyone present, whether it was Bald, Falk, or Enley, who did not expect Ilsa to rush out of the car.

The soldier had his back to Ilsa.

At such a distance, without any mental preparation and with his back to Ilsa, it was impossible for the soldier to avoid Ilsa's stabbing.

The dagger in Ilsa's hand accurately stabbed the soldier in the back of the left leg.

Thanks to Ilsa's small and shortness, she was able to stab the tall soldier in the back knee so easily.

The strange weapon was fleshy and passed along the dagger's sword body to Ilsa's palm.

Little bits of warm blood splattered on Ilsa's face.

The next moment when Ilsa's dagger stabbed the soldier in the back knee, a shrill wailing screamed and spurted out of the soldier's mouth.

And what followed was the sound of the soldier's wail and scream, and Ilsa's shout:

"Enley! Come here!"

After saying that, Ilsa quickly pulled out the dagger, then took several steps back, and distanced himself from the bald man and others.

Ilsa's stabbing just now successfully stabbed the soldier.

A loophole appeared in the encirclement formed by bald heads and others that allowed the people inside to escape.

And Enley did not waste the precious opportunity that Ilsa had won for him.
Chapter completed!