Chapter 179

The rosy sunset shrouded this boundless wilderness plain, and even the clouds in various forms were gradually stained with the sad and beautiful sunset glow, as if the whole world fell into a dreamland in front of the night.

Under the setting sun, the chase game continued, running in the front. The noble lady riding a white war horse hugged the horse's neck tightly with her hands, her body was close to the saddle, and she didn't care about the exposed spring light.

"Help me... Help me... I'm an aristocrat of the kingdom." when the aristocrat saw modrian's team from a distance, her delicate and charming eyes twinkled with tears, and she rode over with a sad look of fear and sadness.

The urgent voice was like issuing a special order. Huo Ran, the two Knight apprentice guards behind the noble lady, turned the horses, bravely and fearlessly met the enemy behind her, and launched a desperate counterattack!

Click! Click!

The light red giant sword chopped on the guard's armor. The burst of life energy easily tore up the solid defense and took away the lives of the two loyal guards.

The sound of chasing horses' hoofs still didn't stop. They hung behind the escaped white horses and gradually approached the silent dark cavalry array.

"Stop moving!" vosmann raised his heavy cavalry gun and pointed expressionless at the approaching noble girl. His face like a pear blossom with rain made him not interested.

Is this trying to bring disaster to the east? Let them face the bandits in the wilderness plain. Although the strength of those people is not worth mentioning in worsman's eyes, it does not mean that he wants to help the noble lady. Moreover, the Lord's order has not been issued yet.

"Wait, I'm a mage apprentice, and my father is Viscount Morey of Limon tantalum!" facing the guy with cold eyes, the noble lady beat a drum in her heart. This guy won't really want to kill her, will he?

Transparent tears fell on her face. The noble lady accidentally didn't control the reins and fell off her horse. The green and withered grass leaves stained the snow skirt and rolled up wrinkles.

"Master apprentice, Limon Tanlu?"

Modrian gently looked at the noble lady who fell on the grassland. Her delicate and beautiful white face was pitiful. Her beautiful eyes seemed to be begging for something. In addition, her neat snow silk dress represented that she was not an ordinary girl.

What a coincidental fate!

As if he knew that he lacked a legal professional of the college faction and needed the detailed information of Limon Tanlu, such a charming and beautiful girl appeared in front of him.

"Do you know her? Or viscount Morey?" modrian smiled and did not answer, but looked at Horace with interest and asked.

After looking down and remembering, Horace sorted out his thoughts and said slowly: "there is indeed a Viscount Morey in limontanlu, but he is a court aristocrat. His family has served the volant family for hundreds of years."

"As for his children, it's not very clear, but if you want to say that the daughter who has the talent of a legal professional should have spread all over the court aristocratic circle, and even have a little relationship, you can reluctantly send her to the violet master tower to study."

"Really?" modrian was a little stunned when he heard master violet, and immediately recovered.

"Then you can't determine the identity of the person in front of you?"

Horace looked up at the approaching wilderness plain robber, his face remained calm and respectfully said, "yes, I'm not sure, at least in my memory!"

Wheeze!

Raise your hands and swing your arms!

The gray gun crossed the distance of space, cut clear marks in the transparent air, and then directly nailed through the body of the noble lady. The red blood dyed the red snow silk skirt along the winding blood groove.

With his legs slightly kicking the red war horse, modrian slowly approached the noble lady and quietly looked at the delicate face of struggling fear.

Dreus and Horace followed behind, while vosmann on the other side commanded trefari's soldiers to lift their heavy cavalry guns.

"You... You... Why?" the noble lady raised her arm laboriously, her fine eyes widened, and pointed to modrian's fear.

The lax pupil is the desire for life. Unlike the knight system and the warrior system, the mage system has tenacious vitality. They pay more attention to knowledge accumulation and spiritual strength training.

Now, the noble lady is experiencing the silent fear before her death, showing her fear and unwillingness.

It is reasonable to say that this heroic bridge section should also appear in these young nobles who have just reached adulthood and obtained superior rights and feel that they are invincible!

However, up to now, it is somewhat different from the expected plot.

And the price is her life.

"Do you know why?" modry Anju looked down at the noble lady and said faintly. His cold eyes swept over the beautiful woman, and a smile of ridicule came out of the corners of his mouth.

"Compared with Miss Angelina, your acting skills are so poor that I can't bear to look straight at!" (Jeffrey's "Er............... You?"

Bone roll!

The beautiful head rolled down on the wild plain with crimson blood. The noble lady had not had time to leave her name, so she died.

The stagnant atmosphere suddenly surrounded the wilderness plain. Dozens of cavalry pursuers consciously stopped and looked at the black array opposite from a distance.

Until now, they noticed something wrong. It seemed that the black cavalry opposite had no fear because of the incomparable number. It was more indifference, ignoring and indifferent to them, life and everything.

The commander of the cavalry, the leader of the pursuer, slowly drove his horse forward, looked at modrian, who was obviously the principal, lowered his posture and said, "thank you for your help. Since we have dealt with the fleeing 'fat sheep', let's leave!"

Modrian half narrowed his eyes, looked at the timid pursuer not far away, and asked softly, "don't you want the noble lady's body? Don't you want to explain this accident?"

The sudden question made the leader of the cavalry pursuer wonder how to answer. Did he send someone to retrieve the headless body, or did he leave in dismay?

This is a difficult choice!

Slightly lowered his face, the cavalry leader seemed to be in some doubt, but he was silently observing the strength of the other party with the rest of his eyes. A seemingly non-existent fatal threat beat in the depths of his soul.

"Is it a hard choice?" modrian shook off the blood of the gray gun, turned his head and nodded slightly to wassman.

"Get rid of them and go on!"