In the cold wind, Lady Felynn tightened her collar, but she still couldn't stop the cold air from drilling into her neck.
What made her even colder was the cold gazes of the surrounding Pegasus Legion soldiers.
Just now, the Duke of Saint Prospero hurriedly walked past her. Although he didn't say anything, his indifferent attitude was enough to make Lady Felynn tremble in fear.
If the Hall Family still had a chance to turn over a new leaf in the past, now that Marquis Vincent had died here, this chance had become extremely slim.
What was worse was that with the death of Marquis Vincent, even if the Duke of Saint Prospero forgave the Hall family, the future of the Hall family in the Eastern Region was doomed to be bleak.
That was because the Hall family's biggest backer was gone.
What they were about to face was endless suspicion and suppression.
Therefore, in the current situation, the only way out for the Hall family seemed to be to seek refuge in the Northern Frontier.
Even if they had to bear the name of a traitor, it was still better than continuing to stay in the Eastern Region!
But the problem was, how to escape to the Northern Frontier?
Lady Felynn knew that the Blood Cavalry had already killed their way into the White Dew City. Now, she only hoped that the legendary invincible Northern Frontier army could smoothly bring their family out of here.
"Lady Felynn …"
In a trance, Lady Felynn seemed to hear someone calling her.
But when she looked around, she couldn't find that person.
Just when she thought she was hallucinating, that hoarse monotonous voice sounded again.
Lady Felynn heard it clearly this time, and then she was shocked to find that the voice was actually from a Northern Frontier's "corpse" under her feet!
That person was nailed to the ground by a spear, but through the eyeholes of the armor, Lady Felynn could see that cold gaze staring at her.
Her throat couldn't help but roll, but she resisted the fear and didn't make a sound.
Looking around, Lady Felynn took advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention and quietly approached the "corpse".
"… Later, when the chaos starts, you will lead the Hall Clan members and flee in the direction of the southern gate …"
That person's voice was rough and cold, as if it came from hell, but it gave Lady Felynn a glimmer of hope.
She couldn't help but whisper, "What chaos? Is the Blood Cavalry coming? "
However, her question was not answered.
Madam Felynn could not help but ask again, but there was still no response. It was as if the person could not hold on any longer and died after saying that.
Lady Felynn looked around and saw that no one was paying attention to her. She squatted down and moved closer to the 'corpse', knocking on his helmet.
Dong dong …
There was no movement.
Dong dong …
"Stop knocking."
Lady Felynn was startled. She turned around and realized that it was Knight Muffat who spoke behind her.
"Lord Muffat." Lady Felynn stood up. She felt a little guilty, but she didn't dare to look into Knight Muffat's eyes.
The Knight of Muffat did not hear the previous conversation. He only saw Lady Felynn knocking on the armor of a corpse.
"What are you doing?"
"I … I'm just curious about who this person is …"
"How many people from the Northern Frontier do you know?" The Knight of Muffat said casually, but out of curiosity, he also squatted down and took off the helmet of the corpse.
"Why does this person look so familiar …" The Knight of Muffat looked at the middle-aged man's face and rubbed his chin.
Immediately, his eyes froze, because he recognized the identity of the corpse!
But when the Knight of Muffat was about to call for help, the Duke of Saint Prospero's scream suddenly came from the hall!
At this moment, the Knight of Muffat was shocked to find that the corpse in front of him suddenly opened his eyes!
A terrifying aura instantly shrouded the Knight of Muffat. In a trance, the Knight of Muffat felt like he was looking at a dragon from ancient times. The strong pressure made it impossible for him to breathe, let alone scream.
Fortunately, the resurrected person from the Northern Frontier did not care about the Knight of Muffat at all. He jumped up from the ground, pulled out the long spear that pierced through his body, and then rushed into the hall like an arrow.
After the man left, the Knight of Muffat sat down on the ground in relief and gasped for breath. At the same time, he shouted, "Quick! Go save the Duke! The man just now is a level six warrior from the Northern Frontier, Lucien! "
"Lucien?"
One must know that in this world where there were only a few saints, level six represented the peak of a person's strength. Therefore, Lucien's name was widely known even in the Eastern Region.
At this time, when the Knight of Muffat called out the identity of the man, the guards of the House of Saint Prospero immediately rushed into the hall like crazy, trying to protect their master.
But at this time, the Northern Frontier assassins who were supposed to be "dead" suddenly jumped up from the ground one by one!
Caught off guard, a large number of the soldiers of the Eastern Region were injured or killed.
Shrill screams filled the entire manor of the Hall Family.
Seeing this, Lady Felynn finally understood what the "chaos" that man mentioned before was. Therefore, she made a prompt decision and shouted at the Hall Family members who were standing there in a daze.
"Quick! Follow me, let's rush out together! "
After saying that, she took the lead and rushed out.
Seeing this, the rest of the Hall Family members also came to their senses and all of them followed like a swarm of bees.
Seeing this, the Knight of Muffat was angry and anxious, but he had no time to care about these Hall Family members, because the safety of the Duke of Saint Prospero was obviously more important.
Therefore, he pulled a soldier and ordered: "Immediately go and contact the nearby Pegasus Legion and have them intercept the Hall Family members who are escaping. Do not let them escape White Dew City!"
"Yes!"
Then, Knight Muffat unsheathed his sword and bellowed:
"Brothers! Kill these Northern Frontier people! Save the Duke! "
"Kill!"
… …
In the hall, the crystal coffin was already broken into pieces.
Marquis Vincent's entire chest was caved in by the furious Duke of Saint Prospero, and a large amount of blood gushed out from his mouth like spring water. Even so, he was still alive.
Furthermore, there was a creepy smile on his face as he stared straight at his father. His eyes were filled with undisguised hatred and pleasure.
"Unfilial son!"
The Duke of Saint Prospero clenched his fists and was about to smash down again.
But at this moment, he suddenly felt a strong sense of danger coming from behind.
Turning his head, the Duke of Saint Prospero saw a figure rushing towards him at an astonishing speed.
"Lucien?"
Since the Knight of Muffat had taken off his helmet, the Duke of Saint Prospero recognized Lucien at a glance.
Although the two were not familiar with each other, the Duke of Saint Prospero knew that this was a difficult opponent. He did not dare to be careless and immediately used all his strength.
Dazzling holy light constantly surged around the Duke of Saint Prospero, and rapidly gathered in his hands.
In the void, there seemed to be the neighing of a war horse.
The Duke of Saint Prospero's face was calm as he punched out!
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