"Don't be afraid. As long as we escape to the orc kingdom, we will be saved."
"Mother, why did it suddenly become like this? We don't want to live in that filthy orc kingdom. Why do we have to go there?"
"Don't ask why. Remember, you must live. I love you, my child."
Under the protection of several knights, a carriage crossed the Red River Plains and headed toward the Orc Kingdom. A slightly plump mother sat in the carriage with her youngest son in her arms. She would lift the curtain from time to time to look at her eldest son outside.
The journey had been more daunting than dangerous. Although the Church of Light had set many obstacles, with the help of some of her husband's old friends, the family had finally left the Crete Empire. As long as they crossed the Red River Plains, they would be safe, and the people of the Kingdom of Menkaure would come to their aid.
A group of knights in shining armor passed through a small town on the border of the Crete Empire, following the trail. They had not rested for two days straight, and even though each of them was riding on two horses, they were still at their limit.
"Quick, quick! They are not far from us. We must catch them before they escape into the orc kingdom."
The horses were breathing hot air, and everyone was riding at full speed. They quickly crossed the main road and rushed out of the city along the ramp. Seeing the insignia on the horses and the knights, the soldiers guarding the gate did not dare to stop them. Everyone stood straight and watched them leave.
They followed the Red River all the way through the plains. Finally, above the skyline, they saw the panicked convoy fleeing in the distance. The scouts of the Knights of Light, who had been running continuously for two days, all had ecstatic expressions on their faces.
The fleeing convoy in the distance also saw the knights in the sky. Everyone whipped their horses in horror, trying to increase the distance between them and their pursuers. At this time, the mother in the carriage carried her youngest son out of the carriage, frantically calling for her eldest son, Pazak.
"Pazak, hurry up and run. Cross the line in front, and you will reach the orc kingdom. Take little Aaron and run!"
Yi Wensi's wife stuffed the bundle in her arms into her youngest son's arms before passing little Aaron to her eldest son, Pazak. Pazak, who was wearing a suit of armor, took his little brother Aaron and looked at his mother.
"Then what about you?"
His mother was very anxious. She frantically urged Pazak, "It's too late. I can't escape. If one of you can escape, that's one life. That package in your arms is a treasure to be exchanged. Remember to give it to the King of Menkaure. Don't trust anyone else."
"Hurry up and leave. Don't worry about me. Take good care of your brother."
Pazak looked at the riders behind him. They were already closing in on him. He immediately steeled his heart. Grabbing the crying Aaron, he pulled hard on the reins and made a mad dash for the border of the Kingdom of Menkaure.
When the scouts of the Knights of Light approached, they only saw a few squires left behind to stall for time. When several cavalrymen rushed past, they unsheathed their swords and blood splattered everywhere. They could not even withstand a round and were all killed.
Pulling open the curtains of the carriage, he found the body of a dead woman inside. "This is Yi Wensi's wife. The Sacred Sword is not here. It was taken away by those two people."
"If we continue chasing, we will enter the borders of the Kingdom of Menkaure. This will provoke conflict between the orcs and the humans. Should we continue the chase?"
All the scouts looked at the captain, waiting for him to make a decision. The captain immediately made a hand gesture. "Continue the chase. No matter what, we must get the Sacred Sword back."
Pazak rode his horse across the border of the Kingdom of Menkaure. The huge stone tablet at the border indicated that he had entered the territory of the Kingdom of Menkaure. He had thought that he was safe, but he did not expect that the pursuers behind him would not care about the conflict between the orcs and the humans. They would directly charge into the border of the Kingdom of Menkaure and pursue him.
Whoosh!
The sharp arrow whistled through the air and instantly traversed a distance of more than a hundred meters. It pierced through Pazak's shoulder and shot him off his horse. Even the horse was knocked over by the sudden stop and inertia, flipping over to the ground.
The scouts quickly approached. Pazak struggled to get up, pulling his younger brother along as he ran. But, how could a human outrun a horse? Especially one that had been specially trained by the Knights of Light.
The scouts unsheathed their swords, all of their gazes focused on the two people running for their lives. It was as if an eagle in the sky had caught a rabbit on the ground. Everyone had cold, murderous gazes.
At that moment, there was movement on the hillside in front of them. Following the appearance of a leopard-man rider on the hillside, more and more riders began to appear. They formed a long line in front of them, densely packed. Behind them were a large number of heads.
The rider on the hillside shouted, "Halt, human riders. This is the territory of the Kingdom of Menkaure. It is not a place where you humans should be."
Pazak acted as if he had seen his savior. He ran up the hillside and took out a badge, shouting, "I am a friend of the Menkaure family from the Yi Wensi family of the Crete Empire."
The leader of the leopard-men, who was wearing mail armor and a helmet, glanced at Pazak and nodded. The riders on the hillside opened up a gap for them to pass through, indicating that they had accepted them.
As for the Knights of Light, their faces were ashen. Everyone recognized the identity of this army. It was the Hurricane Knights of the Kingdom of Menkaure. Although not all of them were present, they were the elites of the Kingdom of Menkaure. They couldn't have appeared here so coincidentally. They were here to pick up these people.
The leader immediately stepped forward. He didn't speak Sophocles, so he spoke in the human language of Finks. "Riders from the Kingdom of Menkaure, we are members of the Knights of Light of the Church of Light. You should know that you are hiding traitors of the Church of Light. They have stolen the treasures of the Church of Light. Your current actions are equivalent to declaring war on the Church of Light."
The leader of the Hurricane Knights had never expected that the Knights of Light would trespass into the territory of the Kingdom of Menkaure. He had already been humiliated that he hadn't ordered them all killed. Now, they had dared to provoke him. What did they think they were doing here?
The leader raised his head and spat out saliva from his fanged mouth. He let out a roar that shook the earth, "Scram! Or die! "
The leader of the scouts gripped his longsword tightly, the veins on his hands bulging. The dozen proud Knights of Light behind him were also furious. However, there were only a dozen of them, while the enemy had an entire squad of hundreds of people. They had no chance of winning.
The leader's cold gaze swept across the orc riders. "You will pay for your foolish actions!"
"Come, let's go back."
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
