Chapter 414 7.68 The Road Home (2)

When the snow-white walls of Versailles Castle finally appeared in front of everyone.

Only 7 Viking pirates were left in the fleeing.

As Wen Zof said, facing the Tang Dynasty sword cultivators flying in the air, the Viking pirates who were not good at long-range attacks had no means of counterattack.

Whether using lassoes or flying axes, their attack distance can extend up to 15 meters, but the range of the Jindan-stage sword cultivators who control the flying swords to cause damage is as long as 50 meters.

This is at least three times the attack range of the Viking pirates.

Not to mention, the flying swords that travel at high speed can easily penetrate even the fine iron shields, not to mention the soft leather armor that the Vikings often wear.

When the flying swords began to quickly cut the companions behind the team, Alfred immediately realized how naive his idea of ​​fighting these two opponents was.

It's not that he has never seen this group of East Continent people flying with swords in his life.

In Constantinople, trading companies and vendors from the East Continent shuttled through the city every day. For the Tang Dynasty sword cultivators, the advice given by the mentors is never to provoke them easily.

Even after the An-Shi Rebellion, the Tang Dynasty in the East is still the greatest country in the world today. The princes of the small countries in the West Continent died under their flying swords and could only admit defeat.

No court dared to judge the Tang Dynasty sword immortal who killed people like cutting grass.

The young and vigorous Alfred didn't care about these guys. They are all flesh and blood. As long as they are seriously injured by a sword, they will die. Especially recently, he drank the magic potion and entered Asgard, and then killed people in the Cloud Province, gaining the respect of all Vikings.

He began to swell and thought that even if he was a flying sword immortal, he would have the strength to fight.

Until this time, reality ruthlessly shot him down from the sky.

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The four words "throwing away armor and helmets" are not enough to describe how miserable this unit is. In order to reduce the weight and let more companions survive the pursuit of the sword cultivators.

The first thing they abandoned was the hostages in their hands.

The French princess and the king of Mercia were all thrown into the forest, leaving them to fend for themselves.

In the crowded city, there were densely populated Parisians. If the sword cultivators killed or injured the hostages in their hands, they would be seen by a large number of witnesses, and the news would spread throughout the city within three days.

But in the wilderness, let alone a French princess. Even if the Pope died in the wild, the Golden Scale Guards could find more than 100 reasons to shirk responsibility.

Therefore, the deterrent power of hostages here is 0.

The Viking pirates who were fleeing in the dense forest did not even have time to kill them, and directly pushed them off the back of the Pegasus.

Unfortunately, the flying sword cultivators also did not show any interest in the hostages. They just threw down two signal flares that could emit thick smoke, and let the Golden Scale Guards who followed up to deal with them.

The two flew at high speed on their swords, biting the fleeing people tightly.

Then what was discarded were the weapons in the hands of the Viking pirates, the leather armor on their bodies, the money bags and jewelry snatched from the nobles.

It is important to obtain gold and silver, but first of all, you have to have a life to spend it. All the extra weight was ruthlessly thrown away. The Pegasus sensed the danger and glided rapidly in the woodland with its wings raised.

Near the city, tourists with tents and blankets and pure white unicorns wandering in the woodland with their heads down began to appear.

This means that the Versailles Castle is just ahead.

But it also means that the dense forest is about to extend to the end.

From the edge of the forest to the city, there is a swamp area of ​​nearly 12 kilometers, and there are almost no trees as barriers along the way.

Both sides of the road are wetlands with lush water and grass, and one small lake after another is connected in series, forming a unique hometown for unicorns.

In the center of the lake, there is a flat official road with a width of about 10 meters. A large number of merchants preparing to go to Paris drove camel caravans to crowd on this pipeline.

This last 12 kilometers of journey will be a dead end for the Viking pirates who are fleeing on Pegasus.

Flying is impossible to take off.

In the sky, the flying Pegasus is like meat on a chopping board for the sword cultivators. Instead of doing that, it would be better to blend into the caravan and see if they can use the speed of Pegasus and the surging crowd to fight for a way out.

"This is the last 12 kilometers! As long as we can enter the city, we can get help immediately!"

Priest Francis also knew that they were in a desperate situation now.

The old priest was not sure whether the members of the Fire Transmission Gang could help them. But now that things have come to this, he can only use this method to encourage everyone.

They have lost too many people in this journey. A dozen Viking pirates survived. . Even if one of them can return home safely and bring the news that Loki has fallen into the hands of the lizardmen.

This can also solve the urgent problem.

"Children, you go ahead, I'll cover the rear!" Wenzov just wanted to slow down, but Alfred threw a lasso and pulled him off the mount and pulled him to his side.

"Master Steward, your position in the heart of my foster father is much more important than that of the 'honest man' Elan. Without Master Elan, at most Mercia will fall into civil war, and we will pick up axes and fight them again!

"But if you die, it is hard to imagine who else my foster father will trust in the Rainy Highlands! Can he still rely on my foster mother whose heart is brighter than a sheep?

As long as there is a slight possibility, I will help him bring you back safely!"

After saying this, Alfred suddenly pulled the reins, causing the Pegasus to feel pain. Just as it was about to spread its wings and fly into the sky, a group of strange merchants in black robes who were walking towards them on the official road lit torches in unison!

Facing the afterglow of the setting sun, dark red smoke instantly covered the entire pipeline! Unable to see anything, the galloping Pegasus crashed head-on into the camel caravan in front of it!

Alfred rolled off his horse, and before he could draw his broadsword, several big hands suddenly reached out to him, and their palms were painted with the flame logo of the "Zoroastrianism".

"Master Alfred, don't move!"

"We are the members of the Chuanhuo Gang living in Versailles Castle. We are here to rescue you under the order of the fire priest 'Big Sparrow'! Time is running out, please relax your body and don't resist!"

"Trust me, the 'Chuanhuo Gang', in my ability to help."

After rushing out of the dense forest, the sword cultivators had already rushed over. The Chuanhuo Gang members pulled Alfred up, took out a black shawl to cover his shoulders, and then threw him and Wen Zof beside him into the Jing Lake!

The sound of plops rang out one after another, and dozens of figures jumped into the lake together in the thick smoke.

The two sword cultivators hovered in the air, looked at each other, and did not choose to continue chasing.

Just as the power of an arrow shot into the water is greatly reduced. The power of a flying sword underwater will also be greatly reduced.

If the sword cultivators enter the water, they will lose their proud speed and large-scale attack capabilities. In terms of single power, they will be infinitely close to mortals.

It is unwise to enter the water under this situation.

Moreover, there were too many merchants entering the water at the same time. They were all wearing uniform black hoods, which clearly indicated that this was a premeditated rescue operation.

When the smoke cleared, most of the merchants on the official road had disappeared, leaving only the embers of the burning torches, which were still emitting wisps of red smoke.