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Published at 28th of February 2022 06:14:28 AM


Chapter 1071

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"Your Majesty... Miss lotta!"

Enly almost blurted out the name "Your Majesty". Fortunately, he changed it in time.

"What are you doing out here?"

Enly's tone was full of anxiety.

"You saved my life." Ilsa said to enly in a calm and firm tone, "how can I watch you die in front of me."

After that, Ilsa wiped the blood on the dagger with the sleeve of her left arm.

Then both hands clenched the dagger in their hands again, and the sword tip pointed directly at the bald head in front of them.

After Ilsa flashed out of the carriage, the faces of bald people were full of surprise.

"Silver hair, purple pupils..." the bald head muttered, "the characteristics are completely consistent..."

As soon as the bald man's whisper fell, the tramp who was still lying on the saddle of the bald horse immediately shouted to the bald man:

"That's her! This is the girl who has been following the caravan. "

The bald man ignored the tramp who had lost his value.

He stared at Ilsa like a torch.

"... little girl." Baldheaded and waved to Ilsa, "come with us. If you are willing to come with us, I promise I won't hurt you, this one eyed brother and anyone in the caravan."

Facing the condition put forward by the bald head, Ilsa first gave a low cold laugh, and then——

"I'm sorry, I don't like ugly men, especially ugly men without hair. If you want to take me away anyway, please find a handsome man first."

"Tut..." green veins burst from the bald neck.

Enly and Ilsa rejected his "kindness" one after another, so that their bald patience had been exhausted.

"If you don't want to go with us! Anyway, it's the same to discount your legs and drag you away! Follow me! "

The bald head and the rest of his men formed a semi-circular formation again, surrounding enly and Ilsa.

"... your majesty." Enly lowered his voice and whispered at a volume that only himself and Ilsa could hear. "Come to me. Next, you should stick close to me and don't leave me at all."

"Yes." Ilsa nodded as she tightened her dagger.

The reason to let Ilsa stand in front of him is to ensure that Ilsa can always appear in his field of vision, so as to protect her.

When Ilsa slowly moved to enly's body, a loud roar suddenly came behind them:

"Forget it! No matter so much! Hey, you seven! Follow us. "

This voice, enly and Ilsa could not be more familiar.

The owner of this voice is Falk.

After the roar, Falk pulled out the dagger hanging around his waist and ran to the side of enly and Ilsa.

As for the seven guards in the caravan, after receiving Falk's order just now, they first looked at each other and hesitated.

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

"Mr. Falk?" Enly exclaimed, "what are you doing here? Go back! You didn't have to wade in this muddy water... "

Before enly had finished, Falk took the lead and said:

"I have made up my mind!"

"I can't watch you die and miss lotta go into captivity!"

"It may not help, and I will do my best!"

Falk shook his sword holding right hand badly.

The dagger was like a live fish that would jump out of Falk's palm at any time.

You don't need to know how to fight. Even an ordinary person standing here can see how nervous Falk is now.

We can see how much pressure Falk is under when he confronts bald people.

But even so, Falk still held the dagger tightly in his hand.

Even though the dagger in his hand was shaking out of his palm, Falk still held it tightly.

His feet were also nailed to the ground, without the slightest idea of retreating.

Enly was silent for a while.

Then there was a light laughter with a little helpless color.

"Mr. Falk, since you've said that for your sake, I won't stop it."

After that, enly turned his eyes and looked at the bald people in front of him again.

Just then enly suddenly heard Falk whisper to him:

"Mr. enly..."

Falk's voice was so low that only enly and himself could hear it.

"See the war horse in front of you on the right?"

After hearing Falk's words, enly quietly turned his eyes and looked at the war horse in front of him to the right.

"We must get your majesty out of here." Falk continued.

"The horses in my caravan are poor pack horses. They can only take the place of walking, but can't run wildly on them."

"If you want to take your majesty away from here, you must rob one of their horses."

"Later, we'll try our best to fight a bloody way and take the horse nearest to us in front of you on the right."

"Then you will ride that horse and take your majesty out of here."

"I'm out of here?" Enly asked, "what will you do if I take your majesty out of here?"

"... there should be nothing to ask such a simple and clear answer?" Falk smiled.

"... I see." Enly pursed his lips, "... Thank you."

"Hello!" The bald voice suddenly sounded, "you two have been muttering since just now. Have you finished?"

"The caravan is a matter of people. If you hadn't asked your guards to help the one eyed brother just now, I would have wanted to let you and your caravan go!"

"But now it seems that even you won't accept my kindness!"

"In that case, go to hell!"

Having said that, the bald man rushed up with his sword and his troops.

At the same time, Falk immediately shouted to enly:

"Mr. enly! Let's go! "

With that, Falk took the lead and rushed up.

And enly quickly led Ilsa to follow.

Their goal is the nearest horse to them.

After Falk rushed up, the seven guards in Falk's caravan rushed forward immediately and closely guarded Falk's side.

A bloody battle is once again on this land.

Enly and Falk don't love war. Their only purpose is to take the nearest horses and take Ilsa away from here!

Enrique and Falk attracted the attention of the bald head with their non war playing style.

Then the bald man finally realized their real purpose.

"Stop them!" The bald head shouted anxiously, "don't let them near the horses!"




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