321 Episode 55: Death Struggle!... Death Struggle?

Meanwhile, when Meer was roaring yeah yeah with poison mushrooms......

Ludwig and Dion were in the carriage.

After his meeting with Gilbert, Ludwig immediately began to act, realizing the dangers of the Duke of Yellowmoon family.

Set up a break-up operation at the same time as gathering information.

That was the usual means when hostile to a huge group of people. The larger the population, the less likely it is to be a single rock. Put pressure on it, build friendship, approach as much as you can.

If the Duke of Yellowmoon family is a inducement device against those hostile to the Empire..., treating everything gathered there as enemies is stupid.

That is how Ludwig's most eyed were the marginal earth nobles alienated from the central nobility.

If those who do not have allies but therefore turn themselves to the House of the Duke of Yellowmoon, it should be possible for them to rebel, if they make other dishes.

And it was Rudolphone Rudolphone Rudolphone Rudolph who asked Ludwig to cooperate in order to call on the Rudolph nobility.

"Has the sun fallen..."

Ludwig sighed small as he peered outside the carriage.

The journey to your destination, though not so steep, involves dangers in relying on the moonlight.

There was a situation where it was normal to camp at night......

"Let's slow down a little and keep going. It's a waste of time now."

Dion nodded and showed Ludwig his instructions.

"Oh yeah...... You better do that. Finally..."

Then Dion narrowed his eyes slightly...

"I don't think you should slow down, either."

"What do you mean?

Shortly after Ludwig frowned, he heard a rough beast roar in the distance.

"What, what's that?

As I accidentally answered the question I had spoken, a cavalry of escorts came over next to the carriage.

"What's up?

The voice of the soldier answering Dion's sharp and terminal question was also short and without misunderstanding. but......

"Apparently, a wolf has attacked"

Ludwig did not think, and doubted his ears. I keep asking back if it's a mistake.

"Wolf? Is this the place?

The soldier nodded and then fired an arrow in the rear.

The arrow, which left a beautiful trajectory and flew, exploded to illuminate what was surrounding it for a moment of stabbing to the ground.

At that moment, I did see it.

The shadow of a black, giant wolf......, its number is three.

"I didn't know there was a bunch of wolves attacking people within the Empire..., but I never heard of them..."

Ludwig frowned suspiciously.

"... no, it doesn't look like it's just a wolf. It's slight... but I can hear the horse's feet."

Dion opens the door and rides his half out of the carriage, opening his eyes to the rear. and, at the next moment, bowed in a flowing motion. Squeeze the strings tightly...... release!

Three in a row.

At night the darkness was torn apart, and the arrows turned toward it, between the wolves, and there, the girallies, and the dull light dashed.

I realized after a moment that it was a blade that reflected and shined through the moonlight.

Again, the knight of the escort unleashes a fire arrow. That was cut in two in the air.

"A man on a black horse...?

Ludwig, who was crawling backwards from inside the carriage, snaps small.

"Heh, I'll do it. In this darkness, play the arrow..."

Dion laughed as he whistled in a good mood.

"Is there one enemy?

"Probably. Well, he seems to be letting the wolves who manipulated him around solidify him, so technically he can't even say he's alone..."

"Werewolves, you mean? You're changing...... But... you mean this one finally sent an assassin out of the way? I don't think it's natural to come alone."

To Ludwig leaning his neck, Dion shrugged his shoulders small.

"It's nothing strange. If it's about ten of us, we can kill all the escorts and cut off the heads of the interruptors. No wonder our enemies have the same strength."

Then he speaks to the three escorts who were around the carriage. All were skilled soldiers who were formerly part of the Dion squad......

"You defeat Lord Ludwig while retreating to Rudolphon's Tubor territory. Ask your uncle for protection. Don't put one scratch on this bastard."

"What will Captain Dion do?

"Ha ha, it's a fun fun stoop here. Oh, shall I borrow one horse?"

"Alone, is it?

Dion shook his head small to the soldier asking worried.

"The enemy is hand-worked. Honestly, other than me, it's tough."

Dion said with a laugh as he gave the horse away from the escort knight who was running next to the carriage.

"Goodbye, Lord Ludwig."

"I think it's okay because it's about you..."

"Whatever. I mean, to tell you the truth, you look like you're having fun, so I'm just talking about doing it."

With a niggling and sarcastic grin, Dion said.

"So I'd rather you be careful, Lord Ludwig. Don't let them take you away without me."

Then, Dion pulled out his sword and returned his horse's head with exasperation.

Immediately, three sick wolves fly to Dion in unison...

"I'm sorry, I'm tired of fighting raw hatred and beasts."

Tease its fangs without difficulty, and it is behind it that Dion turns. He hit Dion with the wolves and himself was the assassin of the black horse who was about to head toward the carriage.

The black horse, dressed in darkness at night, and the man who rode on it also wore a pitch-black robe and covered his face with a black mask.

To the faceless assassin, Dion set his aim, flashing his sword!

Heavy slaughter that rips through every iron armor! The enemy barely dodges it.

Dion laughs joyfully at the man who runs the horse like a part of his own body.

"Hey, good arm. It's a particularly wise decision not to take my sword properly."

Return the horse's head with a laugh. And, the assassin, too, changes direction beautifully to match his movements.

One in, two in, three in, four in.

Blades are exchanged and sparks are scattered.

Trying to meet, Dion..., soon realized his own disadvantage.

- Heh. Surprised. Am I more disadvantaged on the horse? [M] This one is up there by force, but the speed and the handling of the horse are totally lost...... Huh!

Shortly after, the assassin's sword was abruptly protruded.

Spikes released with flowing magnificence penetrated Dion's flank deeply and a blade popped out of his back - it looked like...

Niyali, with a grin, Dion said.

"Well, you don't have to fight in a favorable environment."

If you look closely, the blade only blurred Dion's flank. Instead, the assassin's arm was solidified by Dion's side disappointingly.

"Do you want me to hang out with you often? Hey, we're lightly dressed for each other, and, well, we're not gonna get hurt enough to fall off a horse, are we?

So Dion threw himself directly behind him. Keep a disappointing grip on the assassin's arm like no more..., his body falls into the earth...

They were the two men who fell in a way, but there was nothing like being slapped to the ground as it was.

Let yourself go in the air and land on each other. Immediately, exchange slaughter and take a step away.

"Well, then, let's be human and cut together on this earth. Let's kill each other till we run out of lives."

Dion grins as he unleashes his other sword.

"So, assassin, do you need a name?

Immediately after, the masked man moves.

Dion whistles in an upbeat mood as he takes a blade at the assault from the unimaginable front, the slaughter rolled out.

"Have you stormed foolishly and honestly to divert your attention from the wolf that made you turn behind,? Well thought out."

The footsteps of the wolves approaching from the rear, at a squeamish rate.

Dion laughed as he heard the rough breath.

"It's a move we've been able to work together. How are you manipulating the beast..."

Shortly afterwards, Dion releases a forward kick toward the opponent in front of him. Fly backwards with that recoil, flickering, while flashing your sword into a horizontal giraffe.

A slash of light that reflects and flashes the moonlight, it's a sharp kill that frightens even the wolves, the beasts.

Glimpsing at the stifling wolves, Dion shrugs his shoulders small.

"Oh man, I wonder if that should be called a beast, or, more importantly, a beast. It's just that you didn't make it into my time... but if you'd just stuck it in there, one of you might have eaten on me. I don't know where to dump myself......, I'm a beast at best"

Dion took the right sword on his shoulder, and shook the left sword, shaking it all over his head.

"Well, but if you can throw it away, of course there's a chance that it's all been truncated..."

When they found out, the wolves took a step back.

At this point, the rating of which one is stronger will be completed. For the beast, its upward and downward relationship means a lot.

There is no one but man who makes the absolutely powerful do reckless things such as challenge them with the power of their will.

"Well, then, let's do the rest"

So Dion glanced back... and shortly afterwards, the man accidentally pulled back.

"Is that it?"

For a moment, it was a dion that would get decent, but I saw a man jump on a black horse running at a haughty speed and slap him in the forehead.

"Oh, shit. You forgot about the horse... I can't believe we fought with wolves, so let the horse do that kind of art."

At first glance, there were no more wolves.

"That's a brilliant draw. Well, if we buy this much time, Lord Ludwig will be on the run. And you were the silent one...... Didn't you say a word when I tried to hear your voice... And..."

Dion looked around and shrugged his shoulders small.

"Now where did my horse go..."