He had already escaped desperately. Baron Jim Renault moved forward alone, galloping wildly, and from time to time he turned back and looked back in fear. When he came, he was so mighty and left alone. The guards were all good. Knowing that things were no longer possible, he took the initiative to leave the baron behind. But no one of the cavalry teams with more than 300 people died. What if there were less than ten guards? Jim should share his destiny with his subordinates, rather than panting and throwing his armor at the right time, like a coward.

The great-great-grandfather of Baron Renault would be ashamed of him. It was all because of the ancestor who saved the dwarf, which made Jim come to the Horn Castle. Frank was not an empire, and whether the collapsed states built roads depends on the faces of the local nobles. The Horn Castle was even more helpless. It was abandoned for two hundred years and the road was covered with grass. The wildly growing weeds occupied the former brick and stone roads, covering some deadly gaps.

The horse, who had been running away for several miles, stepped into the shallow pit under the grass, and threw Jim away two meters away. The Baron hit the ground heavily and slid along the wet weeds for a distance until it was blocked by a raised rock. The helmet saved his life so that the Baron's head would not bloom. He took some effort to get rid of the deformed helmet, pulled off the cloth cap on the lining, and lay there in a breath. The war horse was also doing something similar to the Baron's, spraying breath, constantly lifting his neck up, and breaking his legs. The horse wanted to stand up.

A qualified master would pull out a dagger to end the pain of the mount. Jim really planned to do this, and his hand reached out and stopped. He remembered that the bloodthirsty traits of those monsters were popular only if they could move. What could be more alive than a struggling horse?

The ruler of St. Adian stood up with the rock that stopped him, and then noticed that the so-called rock was actually a dwarf statue covered with moss. The baron was very clever and knew where to escape. It was more than a hundred miles to St. Adian, and it was only less than twenty miles to return to the horn castle, and each of which was earned by his subordinates with their lives.

After passing through the dwarf statue, you can walk two miles further to the horn Castle. The baron crawled into the woods and let the horse flap in place, whining and neighing.

"Miss, I dare to ask you for your name." The dwarf wearing a crown frowned, and his two thick eyebrows were about to meet up above his nose.

He did not ask about the underground dwarfs of unknown origin, the human soldiers who were still in shock, or the dwarf warrior Wolfga, and frowned at Maluxilu when he came up. The elves were rare in the Western continent. They emerged from the uninhabited dense forest overnight for the empire, and they were saviors for the very few Frank lucky people who were desperate. But in the memory of the dwarf, these pointed ears had disappeared for more than four hundred years, and it was rumored that the disasters brought down by the gods were destroyed. The dwarf would not gloat. The son of the Rock just shook his head, continued to mine mineral veins, and built iron tools, without leaving home.

Anyway, the dwarves hated the Roman Empire, and they kept flirting with the barbarians, and were happy to see these people coming to power. If they had a good relationship with the barbarians back then, they would not like Rome's close allies, and the white-skinned ears of the higher elves.

Valan had met Christina and fought side by side with her. He was a good elf girl, just like that. His Majesty the King never promised to open his arms with a smile when he saw the next sharp ear. Just kidding, he had never hugged his mother, and the latter's journey to the horn castle was a escapist from death. However, the mother did not deliberately emphasize that her son did not take it seriously. The meeting ceremony between the two sides was nodding to each other and was worthy of being a real dwarf.

"Malushiluslanduy." Rose swallowed the souls of the residents of Sunrise City, and now he just took the name of a victim to fool the dwarf king.

The thick eyebrows that were comparable to caterpillars still did not stretch. Rose was forced to make up for the nonsense experience and claimed to be the daughter of an elf merchant from the East. Rose accidentally ignored a problem. Oriental elfs who came to Thailand would indeed give a local name, but that was something that only an unreputable exile would do.

Fortunately, no one can understand the rules of the elf and no one cares about it. The king has no time to deal with her every day, so Rose has been through the slap and successfully obtained the protection of the Horn Fort.

Nong Xiu was not just a master of siege equipment. That thing was purely a hobby. He was very capable and knew everything. For example, he had many good ideas about the defense system of the Horn Castle. Nong Xiu told Wolfgar that the dwarf nodded while listening and agreed to introduce the king to him. The dwarf jumped three feet high in excitement, took out a piece of paper from his bag on the spot, and drew sketches while walking.

Holding the baby drawing with a lot of ideas, Nong Xiu couldn't talk to Valan. The dwarf wanted to catch up, but the king had a guard of honor surrounded by his beards, and his beards were about to drag on the ground, and they all looked very barbaric. The dwarf decided to wait a little before escaping the Ottoman massacre. He was a little allergic to the beard.

"Come on, I'll take you to get food." Wolfgar pointed to a greenhouse with four trunks in front, where there were three tables, and a stone stove behind it. The cook stirred the pot, and white smoke filled it and smelled pretty.

Nong Xiu just remembered that he hadn't eaten enough for several days, so did Maluxilu.

"Miss?" Nong Xiu followed Wolfgar to find that the elf didn't follow, so the dwarf stopped and waited.

"Okay." Rose swallowed. She was not very suitable for the various physiological needs of the body, and these people were so stubborn that they wanted to treat her as part of them.

The Spider-God Queen walked to the porridge shed together with the dwarf and the dwarf. The nose of the mistress of the Ophiliya told her that the soup in the pot tasted good.

Wanyuan Plain has the most desperate environment in the whole hell, and even demons can hardly gain a foothold here. However, it is the devil prince, the sun that burns people to death and the suffocation of blood mist are not worth mentioning. As the owner of this place, it can change the terrain, the celestial phenomena, and even move instantly, travel thousands of miles a day. So the faceless man had a thought, and the surrounding scenery twisted into a ball, and when it unfolded again, a large number of oval eggs appeared in front of him.

The faceless person came to the habitat of the demons. Whenever these dirty things were driven back to their hometown by mortals, they would retract and slept in an expanding and beating ball of flesh, and they would sleep for a hundred years. The bigger the egg, the stronger the demons, and the lower-level garbage was only worth curling up on the periphery. The faceless person did not stop and stomped on many meat eggs of different sizes, and the wreckage of countless demons was stuck on his feet.

It finally found what it wanted, and the blood-red flesh wall could not cover the three black and shiny heads. The faceless person tore open the surface of the egg, and the hellhound slid along the smelly egg liquid to the faceless person's feet.

The Demon Prince picked up its pet dog, and bite after bite it was like chewing dessert after meals. It ate no leave of gift from Chaos Wind. The Demon used this method to inherit memory and feel the feelings of the Hellhound.

Through the eyes of the dog, it saw an elf woman. Through the claws of the dog, it cut the flesh and blood of the elf woman. The faceless man took his index finger and sucked it carefully, just like the action of the hellhound in his mind.
Chapter completed!