With a thump in Freya's heart, there was a sharp sound, and the biting cold wind had brushed past her cheek, cutting off a few strands of hair around her ear and leaving a bloodstain on her cheek. "What's that?" The future Valkyrie widened her eyes and turned her head subconsciously, just in time to see that thing piercing Alea's neck behind her. It was a sharp icicle, and its thin ice blade pierced into the Knight's neck from the left side and came out from the other side. The young Knight of Cruz screamed, and blood suddenly gushed out as he fell from the horse's back.
"Alea!" Freya couldn't believe what she saw. She looked back and saw the dense Pale Sons in the forest growling. The cold air gathered together with their silver hair, forming a rotating mass of air. In each of these air masses, a sharp icicle emerged from each of them.
Every single icicle seemed to be ready to move.
Freya sucked in a breath of cold air and immediately realized the danger they were in. She did not even have the time to wipe off the blood on her cheeks. She immediately said to Maynild behind her, "Senior, think of a way to wake the others up. We have to think of a way to break out!"
"What are you going to do!" Maynild saw Freya grabbing the reins with one hand and rushing outside, and her heart moved slightly.
"… That thing seems to know me, Brando also told me something similar. Although I don't know what the bloodline of the Goddess of War is, maybe I can try to attract their attention."
Freya had already pulled out the Lionheart Sword. She loosened the reins, clamped her legs, and rushed out with the warhorse under her without hesitation.
Her last few words came back almost intermittently in the wind.
Maynild looked at Freya's back as she walked away in the wind and snow. She froze for a moment, then immediately turned back with a cold face and pulled the Cruz army priest who was in a daze beside her.
Yoakam stood at the edge of the forest and rubbed his hands. He squinted and saw Freya charging alone from the hillside, and his eyes lit up. The thick snow-white cloak behind the girl fluttered in the wind like a pair of white wings, and the scene was very much like the scene of the Goddess of War's charge described in the war poem. He smiled slightly, "Your courage is commendable, I didn't expect Erouine to see such a scene today, Your Royal Highness is really amazing."
But before he finished speaking, he was interrupted coldly by the monster on the side, "Why are you talking to them, kill them before they wake up!" The monster looked up, and although it had no eyes, it could still be seen that it had been looking in the direction of Freya. "I order you to kill that woman!"
"No, we should attack those Knight, before they wake up." Marquis Yoakam was stunned for a moment, then immediately retorted.
"Listen to my order, I order you to kill that woman!" The monster replied stubbornly.
"But …" Marquis Yoakam still wanted to say something, but he was already sent flying by the silver monster. He crashed into a cedar tree, and snow fell from the pine needles and covered his face. He looked up and saw that the monster had issued an order to the wolves.
"Quick, kill that woman!"
Marquis Yoakam's eyes could not help but show a resentful light. "Damn idiot!"
The white wolves let out a long howl, and in an instant, countless icicles whistled towards Freya. The girl from the countryside of Bucce hurriedly turned her horse's head and changed direction to the side of the forest. This way, most of the icicles fell behind her, and only a few hit her cloak, turning that beautiful cloak into a few pieces of rags.
"Continue! Quickly continue! "The silver monster could not help but scream angrily when it saw this scene.
Another wave of icicles fell from the sky, and this time, Freya could no longer take the easy way out. She looked up and saw the glittering icicles rushing towards her, and could not help but tremble nervously. Although she had seen similar scenes in Ampere Seale, this attack was directed at her alone. "So this is how Brando felt when he was fighting alone …" Freya could not help but think of this in her heart. This flash of thought calmed her down at the last moment. She gritted her teeth and swung the Lionheart Sword in her hand forward with all her might. The wind from the sword moved forward in an arc, and a large number of icicles were turned into powder.
However, dozens of icicles still passed through the line of defense, piercing the girl's shoulders and waist, and sent her flying from the horse's back. Freya rolled in the snow, leaving a trail of blood, but she immediately gritted her teeth and got up. She looked up, and a white line reflected in her vision. Under the command of the monster, the white wolves in the forest rushed out, and they seemed to have abandoned the Cruz people and rushed towards her.
"Lady Martha, what is going on …" Freya could not help but feel a little puzzled. She did not recognize the monster at all, but it seemed to have identified her. The Pale Sons rushed out like a white wave, and she, who had fallen off the horse, could not escape at all. She saw that she was about to be surrounded, and at that moment, she could not help but feel her hands and feet turn cold. "Brando …"
But it was at this moment that Maynild finally shook the priest awake. "Quick, create a protective spell!" She ordered the priest coldly.
"What's wrong?" The priest's eyes were a little blurred, as if he had just woken up from a dream.
But Maynild did not want to talk nonsense with him and pushed him back. "See for yourself!" she said coldly.
The priest looked up and noticed the current situation. "Martha above, Pale Sons, isn't this the descendant of the Twilight!" He sucked in a breath of cold air and could not help but blurt out. But when he turned his head, he immediately noticed Freya's situation and was shocked. He hurriedly shouted at the top of his lungs, "Hold on, Miss Freya!" At this moment, there was not enough time for him to chant the spell. The priest only hesitated for a moment, then pulled the flame emblem from his robe and threw it in the direction of Freya.
As everyone knew, the emblem worn by the priests of the Holy Cathedral of Fire was enchanted with powerful spells.
In the blink of an eye, a crimson light fell from the sky, forming a protective shield that enveloped the girl from the countryside of Bucce. The leading snow wolf crashed into the shield, and its huge head was completely broken with a crack. The pale red shield shook violently, but the brain matter of the Pale Son was also smeared on the pale red light wall.
Freya was startled, but then she breathed a sigh of relief. She turned her head and gave the priest a grateful look.
At this time, Maynild woke the others up one by one. Cruz's Knight seemed to have just realized their situation, and were naturally grateful to Freya for saving their lives. But unfortunately, although their commander was temporarily saved by the protective spell, he was still trapped in a tight encirclement.
Everyone understood this.
"We have to find a way to cut into the wolves, separate them from Miss Freya, and rescue her!" Little Pero saw this scene and replied. But he frowned again, showing a worried look, "But the wolves are too thick, I don't know if we can do it!"
"We can only try, Miss Maynild, can you take the injured Alea away from here, so that we can give it a try?" The other Knight echoed in unison.
But at this time, the priest of Cruz, who was responded with gratitude by Freya, turned around, "I suggest you don't do this, I have a better plan."
"Mr. Priest, what do you have in mind?" Little Pero was slightly startled and looked at him.
"Leave it to me here." The priest glanced at everyone and replied, "I will separate the wolves from Miss Freya. There are only a few minutes, you have to seize the opportunity."
"What do you want to do!"
"I will pray to the path of the golden flames, the flames will burn away all evil, and the Flame King will be with me." The priest smiled at everyone, "Don't worry, the Pale Sons were destroyed by the gods of order in the legends, and it will be the same today –"
"Mr. Priest …"
The priest waved his hand, "Go, remember that you are the pride of the people of Cruz, don't let the lady wait too long."
With that, he dismounted, gently touched his robe with his hand when he landed, and then walked in the direction of the wolves. Maynild looked back at this guy, and couldn't help but shout, "Wait."
"What is the lady's order?"
"What is your name?" Maynild asked with a frown.
"I am an attendant of the golden flames, my name is not important to me, but you can call me Milian." The priest replied with a smile.
Maynild nodded silently, "I will remember you, Milian." With that, she turned her horse's head, and all the other Knight of Cruz looked at her. But the female Knight did not say a word, the cold wind was biting cold, but there was a strange meaning in the wind that was as cold as a knife.
The Knight formed a charging formation.
Milian faced the direction of the wolves, took a small breath, and then raised his hand. A golden flame separated the gloomy clouds above the sky, fell from the sky, and swallowed his body in the blink of an eye. At that moment, the priest of Cruz shouted, "Sage, today I will fulfill the promise engraved in the golden flame to you, the descendant of the eagle will never bow to injustice and evil, please give me your authority, let me do your will, and sweep away all the evil in this world –"
The pillar of fire became bright in an instant, almost completely enveloping the priest, and the golden light illuminated the whole forest. It lit up the eyes of Maynild, Cruz, and the other Knight of Cruz, and also made Freya, who was fighting the white wolf, look back in shock.
Everyone saw this scene.
Milian raised his hand high, his body was almost completely burned out, and his whole person turned into a flame – this was because the unbearable divine power had completely destroyed the mortal body, but at the last moment of his existence in this world, he raised his right hand and slashed from top to bottom.
At that moment, in the dark night sky, a giant golden flame sword hundreds of meters long appeared above the forest, and the blade fell from the sky, like a meteor falling heavily among the wolves.
The moment the blade landed, a bright explosion engulfed countless white wolves in an instant, and the brilliant sparks were Milian's judgment on the ground under the pretense of the authority of the golden flame.
The flames burned fiercely, and the wolf pack had been divided into two.
Maynild turned her head, the golden flame still illuminated her cheeks, but the female Knight said nothing, just loosened the reins.
"Little Pero, take Alea and leave. The rest of you, follow me. "
… … (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to qidian.com to vote for me. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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