The second prince Ignaz led his cavalry regiment to flee outside the royal city in a mess. Fortunately, there were many mountains and trees here, and their number was not large, so he barely used the mobility of the cavalry to get rid of the pursued infantry.

However, behind them was a cavalry team biting them tightly. The cavalry had never attacked them actively, but was only responsible for passing their whereabouts to the army rushing over from behind.

This is the most troublesome place. The second prince is confident that if the cavalry team rushed up to fight them, as long as he charged, he and his cavalry could tear the other side to pieces. He was so confident, but the problem is that the other party did not fight them at all. As long as they showed some intention to attack, the other party would stop or even retreat.

Therefore, the second prince had no way to get rid of the other party. And as long as he dared to stop and rest, the two infantry teams following behind would attack in turn and attack with the cavalry team one left and one right.

Although the second prince was confident that his knights were the best elite in the world, but the number of people was too small, and one less could die. Even if he could defeat these two troops, he would be greatly injured. There was a royal city behind the eldest prince, who needed resources, someone to have, and material things. If he fought with all the people in his hands, how could he fight with the eldest prince?

Although it is very simple to say that the cavalry can't beat him and run away, he can't go too far now, let alone do it.

The aristocratic forces in the royal city are complicated. Some are close to the eldest prince and some are close to him, but more are fencemen... Now that he is forced to leave the royal city, he is already at a disadvantage, which will cause many people to turn to the eldest prince. If he leaves the royal city, then all the aristocratic fencemen in the city will definitely be on the side of the eldest prince. At that time, he will want to make a comeback again. That is almost impossible.

So he can't run away, he can only hide!

After running for a day, the night gradually approached. Ignaz licked his lips, which were covered with cracked and raised dead skin.

They have not eaten for a day, nor have they drunk water... Not only are they, but now the war horses are also tired. If they can't find a safe resting place, they will soon fall into a desperate situation.

Ignaz looked back at the distance and clenched the cavalry team behind him. He hated him very much. If it weren't for those guys, they would definitely have left the two infantry teams of the eldest prince.

Unfortunately, there is no ‘if’ in this world. The other party grabbed their fatal holes and escaped from the Temple of the Underworld. They were just duckweeds without roots and no source. As long as they continue to survive, they must be the ones who die.

After all, there were two infantry regiments behind the other party, and they were carrying some dry food on them. They were enough to last for two or three days, but Ignaz and the others couldn't stand it, and they couldn't last for that long.

The night soon fell completely. The great magician next to Ignaz sacrificed several illumination balls to illuminate the road ahead of the cavalry regiment, but this would also reveal their position. The cavalry team was still not far behind them, following closely.

The frustrated emotions regulated Ignaz's heart bit by bit. He wanted to get angry, but he couldn't find a reason.

He felt that he was a dog now. He was chased by a hungry dog ​​with a stick and ran around. He wanted to go back and grab some food, but he was afraid of the "stick" in other people's hands. This embarrassing feeling of being unable to move forward or retreat made him extremely annoyed.

Just as he wanted to roar to the sky and vent his anger, the magician next to him patted his shoulder. He looked forward and saw that there were several people standing not far away on the road ahead.

After a brief doubt, he was ecstatic because he knew all those people.

Little sister Emma Beta, Kyle, Alice, and even Sophie are inside.

Sophie was actually rescued by them? Ignaz was thinking this way, but he saw Emma making a gesture to him to continue moving forward, and then they separated and hid in the grass on both sides of the road.

Ignaz's eyes lit up. It was obvious that he wanted to ambush the enemy behind them! He immediately made a gesture to speed up his knights to pass through this area.

Not long after they passed, the enemy cavalry rushed over.

The other party was very cautious and kept a sufficient distance from Ignaz's Knights. Now that the enemy accelerated, they naturally began to speed up.

They were determined to chase the enemy and did not pay attention to the surrounding situation. Moreover, the moonlight is very good now. If a large army ambushed them on both sides of the road, they would definitely be able to see it. But they did not expect that there were only a few people who ambushed them, and there were no large hidden objects, only a few tall grasses.

The moon is sparse and the night sky is cloudless. It is logical that such weather cannot produce fog, but as they pass through this area, strange thick fog surges out from the left side of the road, like a tsunami, flooding the cavalry team, and they don't even have time to react.

If it was just a simple thick fog, they would not be afraid. They just rode their horses and walked slowly. However, the thick fog was as sticky as rice paste. Not only did they limit their vision, but they couldn't even see clearly between their companions on the left and right, and even made their bodies extremely heavy, and the war horses could not run at all.

"This fog is a bit strange!" The short Edward shouted: "Everyone stopped moving forward, dismounted, formed a circular formation, and put the weapon outward."

Although they couldn't see clearly what was two meters away, they were elites. After being trained for a long time, they quickly calmed down. Everyone confirmed their companions around them and quickly formed a formation.

But in less than five seconds, they regretted stopping this move.

A strange vine began to grow on the ground, and they lived upwards one by one, wrapped around their legs like snakes, fixing them in place, and then continued to climb upwards.

These soldiers watched the ten milts grow thicker and longer in horror, watching them wrap around their waists and tie their hands... They screamed heart-wrenchingly, asking for help, but they did not help escape.

Some more flexible soldiers cut off one or two teng vines with their weapons, but this magical plant from the elves forest was very tough. After they cut off a few, they had no strength. These teng vines were still growing, densely packed. They had not taken a few steps and were entangled again.

Edward is the strongest person in the cavalry team and a professional. The influence of thick fog on him is not as great as that of others. He can see about fifteen meters and draw a knife to cut off the vines. For him, he doesn't have much strength, but... he can't change this situation alone because he is not strong enough.

He desperately cut off the vines around him, trying to rescue his comrades, but there were more than 300 people present, and he could save a few more. As soon as he saved one, he turned around to save the other, and the person who was rescued behind him was entangled again.

He slashed the vines with one sword at a time. The more he slashed, the more he felt cold, and the more he slashed, the more desperate he became. Gradually, fewer and fewer comrades lived around him, and most of them had been strangled to death by the vines.

"Damn the spell caster, you have the ability to fight us upright. What's the point of doing these little tricks!"

The roar of anger and despair echoed in the night sky, and with the screams of others, it seemed helpless and powerless. No one responded to him, and no enemies appeared. Edward roared meaninglessly while slashing the fast-growing vines frantically.

Soon he was finally tired, and professionals were also humans, and had their limits. He understood that he could not save these comrades. He made up his mind and gritted his teeth and rushed out of the vine formation. As a result, before he could run, an ice gun was penetrated through his chest. He took a few steps back and reached out to pull out the ice gun in front of his chest. As a result, two vines came over, wrapped around his hands, and dragged him to the ground without any effort!

Edward's heart was stabbed and he no longer had the strength to struggle anymore.

Alice's vine summoning technique is actually not a very amazing skill. This vine will be affected by the dispersion range and will be affected by magic countermeasures. Even keen and powerful warriors can interrupt Alice's guidance and summoning skills and interrupt magic as long as they find Alice's position and attack it.

But the problem is... there are no magicians in the cavalry, and their vision is extremely limited, and they don't know where Alice is.

Therefore, without waste magic and skills, any magic and skills can play a huge role in a specific environment. This is the consensus of players and the truth that is generally recognized.

Although she had achieved considerable results by herself, Alice couldn't bear to watch that battlefield more. The half-elf inherited the gentle character of the elves. Although she was arrogant and looked down on others, this did not mean that she was not kind.

Sophie walked to the middle of the corpse group and put on her black robe of the God of the Underworld. Although there was a hole in her abdomen, it had to be admitted that this robe was still a very powerful piece of magical equipment.

"Dust returns to dust, and the earth returns to earth. Although you are enemies, your soul is still pure and clean... The God of the Underworld loves you and blesses you. She allows you to enter her underworld to survive and get real happiness and happiness. There is no disease or pain, only laughter and all the best feelings in the world."

Sophie sang the funeral poem of the God of the Underworld. The souls of the deceased crawled out of their bodies one by one. They bowed to Sophie and then were absorbed and disappeared by a black hole.

Soon, all the souls of the dead left the world. At the same time, a lot of black, hair-like black energy was extracted from the bodies of the dead and poured into Sophie's robe.

The gap in the abdomen of the magic robe has been repaired to its intact state. The already dim starlight on the robe has become brighter again, and it has gradually begun to cruise aimlessly on the robe, dragging out a subtle silver trail.

"The God of the Underworld's pajamas? A magical artifact?"

Liang Lidong looked at the prompts in the system and took a slight sucking in the air conditioner. (To be continued.)

ps: Who is Kobe? Why are there so many jokes about him?
Chapter completed!