Chapter 1044 Rescue (Part 2)

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"Your Majesty...Miss Lotta!"

Enli almost blurted out the title "Your Majesty", but fortunately he changed it in time.

"What are you doing out here?!"

Enli's tone was full of anxiety.

"You saved my life." Ilsa said to Enli in a calm and firm tone, "How could I just watch you die in front of me."

With that, Ilsa wiped the blood off the dagger with the sleeve of her left arm.

Then he clenched the dagger in his hand with both hands again, pointing the sword tip directly at the bald man and others in front of him.

After Ilsa stepped out of the carriage, the faces of the bald head and others were filled with surprise.

"Silver hair, purple eyes..." Baldhead murmured, "The characteristics match perfectly..."

As soon as the bald head finished murmuring, the tramp, who was still lying on the saddle of the bald war horse, immediately shouted to the bald head:

"That's her! It's this girl who has been following this caravan."

The bald head ignored the homeless man who had outlived his usefulness.

He fixed his burning eyes on Ilsa.

"...Little girl." The bald head waved to Ilsa, "Come with us. If you are willing to follow us obediently, I promise that I will not hurt you, nor will I hurt this one-eyed brother and this caravan. anyone."

Facing the condition put forward by the bald head, Ilsa first let out a low sneer, and then——

"I'm sorry, I don't like ugly men, especially ugly men without hair. If you want to take me away no matter what, please find a handsome guy first."

"Tsk..." Veins popped out from the bald neck.

Enli and Ilsa rejected his "good intentions" one after another, and the bald man's patience was exhausted.

"If you don't want to follow us obediently, forget it! Anyway, it won't matter if you break your legs and then drag you away! Come with me!"

Baldhead and his remaining men once again formed a semicircular formation, surrounding Enli and Ilsa.

"...Your Majesty." Enli lowered his voice and whispered in a volume that only he and Ilsa could hear clearly. "Come to me. Next, you have to stick close to me, step by step. Don't leave me either."

"Yes." Ilsa nodded vigorously while tightening the dagger in her hand.

The reason why Ilsa was asked to stand in front of him was to ensure that Ilsa could always appear in his field of vision, so as to protect her.

When Ilsa slowly moved in front of Enli, a loud roar suddenly came from behind them:

"Forget it! No matter how many there are! Hey, 7 of you! Come with us."

This voice was all too familiar to Enli and Ilsa.

The owner of this voice was none other than Falk.

After making this roar, Falk pulled out the short sword hanging on his waist, and then quickly ran towards Enli and Ilsa.

As for the seven guards in the caravan, after receiving the order just given by Falk, they first looked at each other with hesitation.

After hesitating for a moment, they finally gritted their teeth, clenched their weapons, and followed Falk closely.

"Mr. Falk?" Enli exclaimed, "What are you doing here? Go back quickly! There is no need for you to wade into this muddy water..."

Before Enli could finish his words, Falk took the lead and said:

"I've made up my mind!"

"If you want me to watch you die and watch Miss Lotta being kidnapped - I can't do that!"

"I may not be able to help, but I will try my best!"

Falk's right hand holding the sword shook violently.