Sensing that the monster was catching up from behind, Freya was nervous but also a little excited. She was like a person walking on a tightrope. In a desperate situation, one mistake and she would be doomed eternally. Usually, it was at this moment that she became more confident. Her mind was also clear, and she could unleash her extraordinary potential.
So, this was the feeling of adventure.
However, the monster was very fast. Freya only ran a few steps before she turned around and saw that the monster was already right in front of her. Its speed was beyond her imagination. She was a little anxious. She wanted to take a step forward, but she had to take into account the ambush of the surrounding Pale Sons. While she was distracted, a Pale Son pounced on her from behind. The difference in strength between a Silver Tier and a Gold Tier made her feel as if she was hit by a dragon. She was thrown back and rolled a few times before she fell into the snow. The battle flag in her hand also flew a few meters away.
"Ugh —" Freya groaned. Before she could care about the pain all over her body, she heard the footsteps of the monster behind her. She quickly got up and rushed over to pick up her battle flag. However, the Pale Son that pounced on her did not seem to want to let her go. It circled around behind her and followed her again.
That's right —
Freya's light brown eyes darkened slightly. She took a deep breath and deliberately slowed down her pace. As expected, the giant wolf seized the opportunity and pounced on her with a low growl. However, this was the moment she was waiting for. She turned her body slightly to the side and passed by the Pale Son. The vortex created by the giant wolf's sharp claws almost scraped Freya's cheeks. There were even a few small wounds that oozed blood. However, the girl did not care about that. The moment the giant wolf passed by her, she jumped hard and pounced on its broad back.
The Pale Son immediately felt that something was wrong. It roared and shook its back, trying to throw Freya off. But Freya had waited so long for this opportunity, so how could she let it have its way? She held the flagpole in one hand and tightly strangled the monster's neck at the same time. Her other hand gripped the Pale Son's long silver mane tightly, allowing it to shake its body restlessly. Freya stuck herself to its back without moving an inch.
The Pale Son was shocked and angry. It let out a low growl and ran wildly, as if it wanted to rely on the bumps to throw Freya off its back. However, its running was exactly what the girl wanted. Although the Pale Son's strength was only around the level of Gold Tier, which was far inferior to that of the silver monster, the level of strength determined one's physical quality. However, in some aspects, it was not an absolute difference.
Just like how an adult ordinary human would certainly not be able to outrun an ordinary gray wolf, or the difference between a wizard and a warrior of the same level of strength.. was purely a difference in strength.
The Pale Son was similar to the silver monster. The silver monster was good at close combat and could cast illusions and many other spells. It had excellent strength and dexterity. Obviously, it was an all-rounded warrior. On the other hand, the Pale Son was a four-legged canine. Although it was a Dusk species, it still maintained some of the basic abilities of a beast. Speed was one of them.
Freya did not know so much. If Brando was here, he might be able to give her a clear and logical analysis. However, for a country girl like her who came from the countryside of Bucce and had only received a period of intensive training, she only needed to understand one thing — this giant wolf ran faster than her.
That was enough.
In the wind and lightning, Freya was almost unable to open her eyes. The hair in front of her forehead danced wildly in front of her eyes. Her eyes seemed to be filled with tears, and they could not be stopped by the strong wind. So, she simply closed her eyes and held tightly onto the mane of the Pale Son. This ferocious monster became more and more manic and restless. When it was unrestrained, it almost left the ground with its limbs. When it was shaking violently, she almost coughed loudly every time it hit the breastplate. There were a few times when she almost lost her grip and was thrown out.
Fortunately, she took the time to look back and saw that the silver monster was already far behind her. Although she was a little curious as to why that thing hated her so much, even so, it was still following her from afar.
It seemed to have said something like 'Goddess of War'. Freya also remembered that Brando seemed to have said the same thing to her. However, Wohnde did not have a Goddess of War. Whether it was the people of Cruz, the people of Erouine, or even the gods worshipped by the Wind Elves, there was only the existence of the Dragon of War.
But soon, she did not have time to think about these details. The Pale Son had brought her across more than half of the battlefield and was about to reach the bottom of the valley. The girl and the wolf were like a gust of wind as they passed through a few positions that were fighting with other giant wolves. Freya squinted her eyes and forced herself to look forward under the strong wind.
In front of her was the bottom of the glacial valley.
She suddenly gritted her teeth. One of her hands tightly held onto the silver mane of the giant wolf, and the other hand finally let go of its neck. When they passed by a piece of soft snow, Freya gritted her teeth and inserted the war flag into the ground.
"Knights, come to me-!"
Freya's shouts echoed around the mountains, and the war flag stood firmly at the bottom of the valley. However, under the encirclement of the wolves on the battlefield, it was impossible to see what was under the flag. At the same time, the moment the war flag was inserted, the Pale Son had already carried the girl from the countryside of Bucce into a narrow glacier crevice. Freya subconsciously wanted to touch the horn tied to her waist. She was afraid that her shouts could not be heard by others, but it was at this moment that the Pale Son suddenly jerked, and the horn flew out of her hand.
"Ah-" Freya was almost stunned. That was the token of the Folded Sword Knight Order. Little Pero and the others repeatedly told her to take good care of it. She did not expect that she would lose it at this time. She stared dumbfoundedly as the horn flew out and hit a piece of ice and broke into several pieces. She was extremely frustrated.
"You evil beast!" The girl could not help but scold anxiously.
But the giant wolf was now even more dissatisfied than she was. No one would be happy if they ran for several miles with a little mouse on their head without being able to shake it off. At this time, it finally felt that the woman on its back loosened her grip a little. It suddenly stopped galloping, and at the same time, its whole body swung to the side. From extreme movement to extreme stillness, the huge force generated by the momentary change of state was almost completely reflected on Freya.
Before she could finish her sentence, she was directly lifted off the back of the Pale Son by inertia. At that moment, Freya did not foresee this change at all. When she felt herself rising into the air, her heart almost jumped out of her throat. But even under such circumstances, the girl's mind was still clear. She still did not loosen her left hand and tightly grabbed the silver mane of the Pale Son.
Although there was a moment when she almost felt that her hand was going to break, in the end, this action saved her life. She pulled the mane and flew in a circle in the air, and then landed heavily on the back of the Pale Son. The impact of landing directly made her burst into tears.
Even the Pale Son couldn't help but groan in a low voice. Obviously, it wasn't feeling well either. Of course, its voice was more anxious and uneasy. The little mouse on its head seemed to be glued to it and wouldn't come down no matter what.
After running for a few miles, this monster was also a little out of breath, as if it had inherited the common characteristic of this kind of beast. It was full of explosive power, but it lacked the necessary endurance. It had to slow down and even had the tendency to roll twice on the ground, trying to see if it could get Freya off its back.
But Freya had been tormented by it, so how could she let it slow down at this time? The monster just showed signs of rolling to one side. She was shocked, and as if she had an epiphany, she subconsciously pulled out a dagger from her boot and stabbed the Pale Son's buttocks with the dagger.
It was a completely subconscious action, which came from several special methods of stimulating the warhorse that she had learned in riding lessons. Although the warhorse was the closest companion of the cavalry, on the battlefield, due to various needs, especially when there were no spurs, all Knights had to learn some special skills.
Freya could be said to have applied what she had learned flexibly. She directly used it on the Pale Son she was sitting on, and it worked. The giant wolf almost let out a whine, which was full of unwillingness and anger. But under the pain, it really took a step forward, as if to escape the terrible woman on its back, and ran forward.
As soon as the giant wolf began to run, Freya immediately began the process of chest to back. The little girl couldn't help but feel bitter, and didn't know if this was considered a self-inflicted evil.
This run took a long time. Freya, who was on the wolf's back, only felt the scenery around her rapidly passing by, faster and faster. Finally, the ice walls on both sides receded almost into one, like a light blue curtain of light.
She was a little surprised. She didn't expect these terrible monsters to have such speed. No wonder they could easily track them in the forest. Most of the Knights of the Folded Sword Knight Regiment were in the Gold Domain. It was difficult for ordinary people to keep up with such a group of people, let alone track them.
Just as she was sighing, suddenly, her vision in front of her was empty. Behind the glacier crack, there was an open valley. The bottom of the valley stretched on both sides of the cliff, and the rock walls were covered with thick ice and snow.
And it was at this time that Freya suddenly felt the giant wolf under her become shorter, and its whole body knelt in the snow. After losing its center of gravity, it directly rolled forward and flew out. The girl Knight on the back of the Pale Son was naturally not spared. This time, the silver wolf's mane that had always brought her good luck could not save her. After a few rounds in the air, Freya finally screamed and flew out, crashing into the snow.
"Ah — —" The girl suddenly let out a cry of pain.
After a long while, she climbed out of the snow dizzily. She lay on the ground, almost without the strength to stand. It felt as if her whole body was falling apart.
Thinking back to the previous experience, she was really scared. She didn't dare to dream that she would have such an experience one day. It was really crazy. Freya didn't know how she made such a decision at that time. It was simply not like her own rationality.
'If this goes on, I'll become like that guy …'
She gritted her teeth and forced herself to sit up in the snow. First, she subconsciously glanced at the valley, and indeed, she saw that silver figure in the distance, rapidly approaching in this direction.
Freya couldn't help but be slightly startled. She didn't expect that guy to still be chasing her. Just how much resentment did it have? She looked at the Pale Son on the ground again. It had completely lost its breath, probably because it had been running for too long and had suddenly died.
"Ah, how could this be …"
She was shocked, probably not expecting that she would actually kill a Pale Son like this. If she was still in Bucce, she would definitely become the bragging rights of those guys. But now, it was nothing. She gritted her teeth and stood up. Previously, when she was still on the back of the giant wolf, she couldn't wait to kill it, but now that this temporary mount was dead, she was a little worried.
Seeing that the monster was about to arrive, she couldn't possibly outrun it. Looking around, she had to think of a way as soon as possible.
… …
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