Chapter 425 7.79 The Road Home (13)

After running for nearly an hour, Alfred quickly showed his advantage.

Wessex is his hometown.

Compared with the Golden Scale Guard, he is familiar with every inch of land here. Whether it is the mountains and rivers, or the small paths opened by merchants to save time, he knows them all.

In contrast, the Golden Scale Guard can only passively follow behind him.

In a short time, they can still catch up with his back. But as the running time increases, Alfred, wearing a light cloth, begins to quickly leave them behind.

It took him a full hour to go around a huge circle and return to the border near Stonehelm Fortress.

"This kid didn't choose to run back to his father, but still tried to return to Normandy!"

"Fuck, we were fooled!"

"It doesn't matter, I believe the brothers stationed on the defense line, these English fools will help us capture their prince!"

"Remember, he is still a wanted criminal!

He still has a human skin mask on his face!"

What the Golden Scale Guard said is right. Every Wessex person knows the importance of the French ally to them. In the Middle Ages when marriage relations were relatively weak, even though they knew that these big men had cheated on them one after another, the Wessex people, who were born shorter than them, did not choose to tear their faces and make a big fuss.

On the one hand, they gave money.

On the other hand, it was because the Vikings had landed on the English Isles.

If the Duchy of France abandoned Wessex at this time, they would no longer have the glory of ruling the seven kingdoms in the past.

"Brothers, the wanted criminal is running towards us again."

Arrange the human wall and let us block his steps for our allies! "

The foremen had already lined up at the end of the official road. The stone bridge leading to Shilin County, which was only 30 meters wide, was crowded with hundreds of figures. They were holding simple weapons, but they had the advantage of numbers.

When Alfred came running, he knew that he had to make a choice again.

Whether to reveal his true identity to the Wessex farmers and workers.

Or continue to run for his life.

After just 3 minutes of thinking, Alfred took the reins and stood on the horse. The horse ran towards the human wall at a high speed, and just before he was about to load onto the human wall, he jumped up.

The divine power of the "Hurricane Berserker" in his body was activated, and the strong wind lifted his back, allowing him to run wildly on the top of everyone's head.

After a moment, he had passed everyone and boarded the stone bridge leading to Shilin County!

On the other side of the bridge is Shilin County is the land of the Vikings.

Alfred, who lost his horse, could only run with his legs. The power of the Hurricane Berserker could make him burst out at a speed not inferior to that of a galloping horse in a short period of time. But the power generated by this burning spiritual energy could not last long.

Even if he crossed the stone bridge and officially stepped into the first stalagmite in Shilin County, he could not be careless.

Because he looked around, he did not see any Viking patrol.

**

At the bottom of the stone bridge, the pursuing Golden Scale Guards stopped one after another.

Indeed, Alfred's head is worth a lot of gold, but they must live to spend the money. Although the Viking tribe is small in number, the entire Western Continent has experienced their madness.

Having the name of "Golden Scale Guard" is basically equivalent to holding a shiny golden bowl in the future. Even if you don't get the reward, Gold, they can still live well.

Almost all the elderly who need to support their families stopped. Only dozens of young people who have no worries choose to advance at the risk of their lives.

These fifty-odd riders will completely determine Alfred's fate.

On the stone bridge, he ran towards the first stalagmite with all his strength.

The towering stone bridge was catalyzed by the Celtic druids using the power of nature a hundred years ago. The stone bridge connects the Stone Forest County and the "Green Valley" where the Stonehelm Fortress is located. At the end of the Green Valley is a cliff, and under the stone bridge is a deep abyss.

When the power of the gale gradually disappeared, Alfred, who was running on his legs, had lost all means of escape. He could only use his legs to mechanically move towards the first stalagmite.

He could hear the crisp sound of horse hooves from the pursuers behind him.

The distance between him and the knight was not far The distance was shortening rapidly.

Alfred's "Hurricane Berserker Path" had only been cultivated to Sequence 7. He still had too many abilities that had not been activated, and the spiritual energy that could be stored in his blood was extremely limited.

After many days of sleeping in the open, he was already not in the best condition, and now he was running around and running to the point of exhaustion.

Squeezing out the last bit of spiritual energy in his blood, he barely gathered a small amount of wind again. When the Golden Scale Guard was about to get close to him, he forced himself to distance himself.

Using the last bit of strength, he barely crossed the stone bridge and came to the first stalagmite in Shilin County.

At this time, Alfred was almost completely exhausted. He staggered onto the platform and shouted loudly, but no Viking patrolman appeared beside him.

The crisp sound of horse hooves rang again, and he knew that he had no way to escape.

**

The galloping cavalry immediately surrounded him. The young man with a sword felt that he was surrounded by enemies in front, behind, and on all sides, and he looked towards the direction of the Falling Rain Highlands.

He was only a few dozen kilometers away from the finish line, but this last section of the road was like a natural moat.

He could no longer break through the steel wall in front of him.

Come on!

"We are all sinners living in a filthy world!"

"But even so, someone still has to look up at the sky!"

The Golden Scale Guards surrounded him, but did not immediately use their weapons. The first weapon that flew towards him was a long lasso. Alfred blocked it with his broadsword, but the broadsword in his hand was immediately entangled by the chain.

Seeing that he had lost his weapon, a man holding a heavy hammer behind him immediately smashed the hammer at the back of his head.

Alfred had no room to dodge and could only abandon his weapon.

He swayed left and right, looking for a flaw in the encirclement, but the dense crowd did not leave him a gap.

"Brothers, don't hurt him!"

"Mr. Halls, the acting president of the Paris Chamber of Commerce, has spoken. This man is the executioner who killed Mr. Durand, Chief Justice Ethan, and 72 nobles in the Inquisition!"

"If we can catch a live person and bring him back, they are willing to pay three times the price!"

"Haha!"

Alfred wiped the blood off his face fiercely.

"Giving up is impossible!"

"Even if I have to use my fists, I will fight you to the last moment!"

Alfred leaped for the last time. Facing the glaring sun, he stretched out his hand and clenched his fist to hit the Golden Scale Guard in front of him. He could feel the cold and hard texture of his fist touching the steel mask.

Flesh cannot fight against steel.

However, Alfred never expected that this symbolic resistance would actually knock the Golden Scale Guard on horseback away with one punch! He looked at the struggling knight on the ground in astonishment. It was not until this moment that he realized that a steel spear pierced the chest of the Golden Scale Guard at the same time as he punched.

Looking back, one figure after another appeared on the top of the towering stalagmite.

Among them, a heroic woman jumped into the air, facing the afterglow of the setting sun, and fell from the sky like a Valkyrie.

Katya, the garrison captain of the Falling Rain Highlands, finally rode to the scene when Alfred was in despair.