Medieval Reiki Revival

Chapter 108 Chase

There was more than one wolf dog, and the soldiers led a dozen of them from the team to the thatched cottage.

They searched around the rebel's territory, sweeping the soil with their tails from time to time, as if looking for clues.

Don't underestimate them.

They were all parasitized by Mazarin's starfish.

The IQ may not be as good as that of ordinary soldiers, but it is much stronger than that of ordinary dogs.

"Wang Wang Wang!"

The barking of the wolfhound was very fierce, even when he lowered his head to smell the scent, he didn't stop barking, and there was still a whining sound in his throat.

The chief smiled with a successful plot: "I found it."

"Wang Wang Wang!"

The beast turned around and rushed towards the woods west of the house.They were on all fours, galloping quickly down the muddy path, the mane from neck to back blasting in the direction of the movement.

"No, let's go."

Ivan hurriedly reminded the others loudly.

A little quicker reaction can realize that the situation is not good, and quickly ran to the back.

There are many soldiers chasing them, and they are all jellyfish bodies. The rebels have no chance of winning if they fight recklessly.

If there is only Ivan alone, he can use the terrain to kill them all.

But in this way, he will not be able to protect the rebels.

To defeat Mazarin, it is not enough to simply take his life, but also to destroy the unreasonable system established by him, and this requires the rebels who have ideals and culture lads.

"There they are."

"Go catch them, don't let them get away."

More than a dozen pairs of dark green will-o'-the-wisps kept approaching the rebels, and they moved forward quickly.

The night became the best camouflage, with powerful deltoid muscles wrapping the skeleton, plum blossom footprints lightly tapped on the grass, and then leaped several meters away.

The grass was shaking, and there were bursts of terrifying wolf howls from all around.

The rebels were in a panic. They didn't know the number of wolf dogs, they only knew that something was approaching.

Whatever it is, their proximity is definitely not a good thing.

The sense of crisis of the sixth sense is reminding the rebels to flee quickly, but they don't have torches in their hands, so they can only act reluctantly with the memory of the day.

The light at night is too weak. If the mind has no time to react, it is likely to lose its way and finally fall into the encirclement of the enemy.

Only Ivan, Don Serra, and Don Quixote are able to act now.

They all have psychic powers.

Perceiving the road ahead with mental power is more accurate than seeing with eyes.

"Help!"

Kepler was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot. He wanted to call for help from the side, but everyone in the rebel army was too busy to take care of themselves, so there was no way to control him.

There was a constant sound from the bushes behind them, and they were getting closer.

"Are they coming?"

"Has anyone been asked?"

Everyone panicked, and the night became the camouflage of the rebels, which also made the wolfhounds' attack more concealed.

During the day, an adult armed with a weapon can easily kill a wolfhound.

But at night, they had no idea where these hideous beasts would attack and lost the initiative.

Kepler's back was always blown by cool wind, he thought it was caused by the cool wind day and night, but when he turned his head subconsciously, his hair all blew up.

"Ouch--!"

I saw the wolfhound catching up with Kepler open its bloody mouth and leap up from the spot.

He bit his neckline, not letting go.

The weight of the wolfhound brought Kepler to the ground, and he lost his balance and rolled several times in place.

The last round of face fell into the mud, and when it was lifted up, Kepler was already bruised and swollen. Fortunately, the wolfhound was also thrown out by force.

"Wow, woof, woof."

Hearing this unchanged roar, Kepler's heart went cold.

When he managed to get up from the ground, the animal's fangs were almost touching his eyelids.

"I"

A cold light flashed, and warm liquid splashed out.

Kepler yelled on the spot, but when he came back to his senses, he found that he was not injured except for the blood on his body. Looking forward, the gentleman was standing beside him.

What is more eye-catching than this gentleman is the flame sword in his hand.

The blade shone brightly, dispelling the darkness for a moment.

Whether it was the rebel army fleeing in front or Mazarin's soldiers chasing behind, they were all attracted by the sudden light.

They soon saw Nato holding up the holy radiant Ivan, and Kepler curled up in the radiance and trembling constantly.

"My God, this must be Michael's Holy Flame."

"Mazarin does not represent the Lord, and we have followed the will of the Lord."

"Look at the V shape at the front end, it's like a big cross in a church."

Christian culture is an ever-evolving group culture, just like Jesus' birthday slowly changed from summer to winter, and its sign of the cross had other expressions before the Middle Ages.

One of them is sort of like a v put together.

The horseshoe in Ivan's hand is actually U-shaped, but at this moment of crisis, the subconscious association of believers is also understandable.

Everyone needs a savior.

If there is no savior, they will create one themselves.

The wolfhound was photographed by the light on Ivan's horseshoe, and the instinct of ancient genes made them retreat.

Taking advantage of this time, the rebels regrouped.

The team that was on the verge of collapse is now twisted into a rope.

Ivan looked further, and he could already hear the noisy footsteps of the soldiers behind him.

The number of these people is very large, more than the last church.

Ivan suddenly made a decision: "We retreated while fighting, and ran to the back mountain together. The terrain there is more complicated. It is impossible for them to surround us with a large force. Don Quixote, you take the lead."

"Yes."

After talking about the plan, Ivan ran in the opposite direction.

Horseshoe. Oh no, the flame sword killed a retreating wolfhound. He nimbly dodged an officer's attack, then wiped a soldier's neck, and snatched his torch away.

"It's done."

Don Quixote took the torch and ran to the head of the procession.

Ivan yelled at the nervous wolfhounds in front of him, causing them to retreat a lot in fright.

Then he smiled, grabbed Kepler by the collar and ran back.

There is still some distance from the back mountain.

In the past, the rebels did not have torches and were easily scattered.

Now Don Quixote is walking ahead with a torch, like a lighthouse on the coast. Although the light is not sufficient, the information conveyed can always make people feel more at ease.

Members of the Resistance know that the light is ahead, and run toward that place with all their hearts.

Ivan and Don Serra broke up behind.

Once those annoying wolf dogs shut their mouths, ordinary people can easily ignore their existence.

Their jaws are powerful, and once they bite their prey, it is difficult to let go.

Kepler was lucky enough to be bitten on his clothes before, and the speed of the wolf dog's bite was so fast that he could use the inertia to throw it away.

If you're unlucky enough to bite a thigh, you'll have to leave a few pounds behind if you want to get rid of them.

The terrain of the grove is complex and the light is dark.

Even if the chasing soldiers are full of parasitic soldiers, it is impossible to become clever.

Humans are still human.

At most, the will to fight is stronger.

So as long as they don't fall into the encirclement, the greater danger is these wolf dogs.

They have sharp teeth and agile bodies.

Can be like a fish in water in the dense forest.

To keep the Rebels safe, it's best to fight them off first.

Bang—the flames flickered.

A wolfhound retreated in pain, but the companion next to it suffered completely.

Ivan's technique was clean and neat, and he poked a few times on the tops of the beasts in a row, like a superficial touch. The power was just right, and the wolfhounds walked away in a daze as if they were drunk. A few steps, then fell unconscious.

If you take a closer look, you will find a patch of burnt hair on their heads.

The skull was all shattered.

Several wolfhounds that were smashed on their waists suffered comminuted fractures, lost their ability to move, and could only wait to die on the spot.

With Ivan's current strength, it is a great blessing for these creatures to be able to leave a whole body.

"It's just ahead."

Don Quixote leads the way.

During this period of time, he often came to the back mountain to practice swords, and he was quite familiar with the terrain here.

There is a gentle slope ahead, which is where Ivan and the others live. Although it is close to the village, it avoids the main road and will not be directly surrounded by large troops.

Now through the dense forest, there is a small depression in front of it, which was the meeting place for the villagers to sacrifice to God Pan in the past.

Next to the venue is a path that can go up the mountain.

Seeing the destination getting closer, don Quixote couldn't help showing joy.

The so-called one husband guards the gate, and ten thousand husbands cannot open it.

As long as you get to the mountains, the number of soldiers doesn't matter.

At that time, not only can they look for opportunities to evacuate, but they can even use Lord Ivan's strength to fight back.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the Anti-Resistance Army came to the depression, they bumped into the Mazarin troops who had also just arrived.

The village head, Angelo, stood beside Athos. He pointed at the hurried rebels and smiled triumphantly: "My lord, I know the terrain here best. Although the cliff cuts a bit around the road, the speed is reversed." It'll be a little faster than walking in the woods."

"Don't run."

Soldiers and wolfhounds tried to break through Ivan's block, but failed for a long time.

With the cessation of Don Quixote in front, the space for the rebels to move has become smaller and smaller.

It’s over.

This time, there are chasing soldiers back and forth, and there are also chasing soldiers behind.

The Rebels are in trouble.

Some people have drawn their weapons and are going to fight hard.

(End of this chapter)