This time, the Sword Saint really retreated.

Luo Lin led the soldiers to gallop all the way, running for five miles until he caught up with Aona, but he could not see the sword saint.

"What about the undead?" Aiona asked in shock.

"I don't know. He was a little injured and retreated." Rollin couldn't figure out the reason, but he understood that he had to arrive in Lanrenburg as soon as possible now.

Thankfully, nothing happened on the last road. When we arrived at the entrance of the castle, some guards had already heard the sound of horse hooves and lit a row of torches on the city wall, illuminating the city gate.

Before the guards on the city wall were asked, a soldier beside Rollin shouted, "Stan, open the door quickly, I'm Tris."

The guard looked at the situation at the city gate and found that the number of soldiers was actually less than a dozen, and the sergeant commander disappeared. He was shocked and asked while opening the door, "Tris, what happened?"

"We fought with a undead warrior. Sergeant Chief Lauren was killed. Next to me is Earl Maple Leaf and his female companion."

Hearing the news, a soldier rushed to the castle main tower. After a while, the heavily armed castle commander Fleisson Gale strode out.

At this time, the city gate also opened, and Rollin and Aona entered the city gate.

The moment he entered the city gate, Luo Lin received a message from the intelligent brain.

Complete the mission: Escape

Receive mission rewards, legendary combat skills: wind speed.

At the moment when this message came, Luo Lin felt a lightning-like numbness appearing deep in his body out of thin air, and then quickly rushed towards his limbs and bones, lasting about three seconds, and then felt that he disappeared. Everything returned to calm, and Luo Lin had already added information about wind speed combat skills in his mind.

After obtaining this combat skill, Rollin had a little more confidence in fighting the undead Sword Saint. At this time, Forlis had already walked up to him and saluted him: "Sir."

Rollin nodded and returned the greeting. Then he introduced the situation: "This is my friend Ms. Aiona. We met a terrible undead on the way to the capital and was chased all the way. A battle just happened, and many soldiers died because of it. I am very grateful and regretful for this. But I still have to ask you for help, because the undead was just repelled. But I have to bring this news to the Grand Duke."

Forres glanced at the soldiers behind Rollin and saw that everyone had a look of horror on their faces. Obviously, the previous battle was extremely thrilling, and he was also shocked. He faced Count Rollin and more than 40 fully armed soldiers alone. He could even kill more than a dozen people and escape unscathed. The force of the undead was really terrifying and terrifying.

Rolling was the Count, and went to the state banquet, and Forlis was the kingdom knight, and since he came to seek asylum, he had to help, he invited, "Come with me, sir."

Rollin nodded and followed Falis toward the castle main tower. While walking, he said with a large volume: "Thanks to your soldiers for help this time. I will give additional pensions to the soldiers who died in battle. If their wives and children do not rely on, I will take care of them on their behalf. You will have to worry more about this."

Rowlin didn't have to be responsible for this matter, so the Principality would naturally compensate the families of the dead. Of course, there would not be more than ten gold coins. However, since Rowlin said so, Furis would certainly not refuse: "Sir Earl. I would like to thank you for your kindness on behalf of the dead."

After arriving at the castle, Rollin carefully asked Folis about the undead. After explaining to the castle affairs officer to arrange the residence of Rollin and Aona, he hurriedly arranged the defense of the castle.

Under the leadership of the affairs officer, Rollin's room was arranged above the castle tower, at least twenty meters above the ground, and there was only one window. As Rollin's female companion, with Aona's acquiesce, the two were arranged in the same room. Rollin's intention was naturally to facilitate protection.

When he arrived here, Luo Lin's heart was half relieved. He took off his already wet battle armor in the room and hung it on the wooden rack. Then he took off his clothes and scrubbed his body with a bucket of hot water carried by the affairs officer.

He was too lazy to avoid suspicion, but just turned his back to Aiona.

Aiona was also exhausted tonight and didn't mind. She was in much better condition. She just changed into a clean dress. At this moment, she sat on the edge of the bed and looked at Rollin and asked, "Do you think he will chase after him?"

Rollin stood with his back to Aiona, rubbed his body, and shook his head: "I don't know. He should have been injured too. But I think if the injury is not serious, he shouldn't give up."

"It's strange that you can still hurt him." Aiona was really surprised. She felt that she had underestimated this guy's force, but then she thought that he was indeed very powerful when he could defeat him, and it didn't seem strange that he could hurt the Sword Saint.

It was not easy to just scrub it, so Rolin simply scooped up hot water and poured it on his body. He ignored Aiona's doubts and just recalled the battle process at that time: "It's not difficult to hurt him if so many people besieged him. At that time, he was shot with an arrow in his arm, and someone cut his clothes and an axe on his back. The reason for his injury was because he was careless to take my shield with his hand. This was the first time someone dared to do this. Just this time, he was slightly injured, but I almost explained it. Look at my battle armor, the life force inside it is gone."

Aiona looked at the armor hanging aside. Indeed, the battle armor was always emitting green light. At this time, although it was still exquisite, the light had completely disappeared and became dim.

"Ha~ Your Viana saved your life again." Aiona is a dragon clan, so of course she knows what's going on.

"She has saved me many times." Rollin had already washed it, dried his body, and was about to put on clean clothes, but his hands were about to get the clothes, but the clothes slipped away by themselves.

Rollin stood up, looked at Aiona, frowned: "This is not fun."

Aiona squinted her eyes and smiled, half lying on the bed, her posture was so charming, and her voice was full of charm: "I'm cold and scared today, and I want to find a man to comfort me."

When I see a man who likes her, I will be moved by the way. By the way, it is normal for Eona.

Of course, there are not many people who can make her like her. There are only a few people in hundreds of years, and not everyone has the pleasure of going to bed. For example, there was a big knife a few decades ago, almost a piece of wood. In the end, she gave her a piece of ice spirit to do it. And from the observations in the past few days, he should have interest.

Rollin ignored her. He was saved by Viana just now and went to find other women in a blink of an eye. This was not something human beings did. At least he couldn't do it. He took a step forward, took the clothes and put them on, took the sword beside him, and then sat down on the wooden recliner, closed his eyes and rested.

He chose to stay in this room not to have fun, but to protect the frost dragon from being attacked by the undead sword saint.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Eona simply stood up, walked over and sat on Rollin's lap, reached out and unbuttoned the buttons on her robe one by one, then pulled Rollin's hand and pressed it against the roundness of her chest, looking straight into Rollin's eyes. She said softly: "Why do you have to bind yourself? Enjoying the joy of life is not a sin."

Luo Lin couldn't stand being teased like this. Especially the nephrite in his hand, he was really reluctant to let go.

But, I just can't bear to let go, far from being able to hold on to it.

With a little effort, I pushed Aona down from her leg: "There are more than 800 strong warriors in the castle. Everyone can comfort you once. Why look for me?"

This sentence destroyed all the feelings completely, and Eona changed color suddenly. She took a few steps back and lay on the bed with her back to Rollin. She stopped talking.

Rollin quietly breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a little regretful, but more of it was glad that he still restrained himself, and there was no regret for Viana.

The candle was blown out, and the room became quiet, leaving only the quiet breathing of the two of them.

…………………

The dark night outside Lanrenburg

Sword Saint Morovogen looked at the castle bathed in the light of flames, with a dark light flashing in his dark eyes.

A figure in a black robe appeared quietly beside him. It was the teacher Rafiber. Because of his learning of death magic, his face became bloodless, and there were always two dark blue flames beating deep in his eyes.

"I didn't expect you to fail, too." He smiled.

"As long as a warrior is alive, he will not fail." Morovogen's voice was low and he turned to look at Rafiber: "I have only failed once in my life."

"Haha." Rafiber chuckled softly: "Well, my friend, I admit that I'm despicable to use poison, but now you and I are servants of the Lord of Death. What's the point of talking about life?"

The Sword Saint didn't say anything, turned to look at the castle not far away: "There are more than 800 people who killed them with your magic."

"No." Rafiber spread his hands: "There is a magician in the castle, and my plague smoke will be dispelled as soon as possible. The magic fluctuations when I cast spells will be sensed, and then I will be exposed. A few giant demon-breaking crossbows can kill me."

"Bad!" Morovogen snorted coldly, and was silent for a while, and then said, "You make some noise, I'll touch it and bring the dragon out."

"This is OK." Rafiber nodded and looked at the Sword Saint with uncertainty: "That count must be by the dragon's side. Are you sure you can succeed?"

"I will bring his body out together." The Sword Saint turned his arm. Under the influence of the magic of death, the injuries on his arm had completely recovered.

As he said that, he was about to set off. As soon as he took a few steps, his steps stopped.

"The situation is not right." Rafiber also felt it: "The Emerald Dragon Viana is here."

"Why did she come so quickly?" Morovogen was a little puzzled. If the strong men from the Principality rushed over, they would have to retreat.

Rafiber spread his hands: "It's very simple, because the young man in the tower gave him the battle armor, and you triggered the magic power in the battle armor before."

Morovogen was stunned. Before he could speak, he felt that the dragon had flown into the castle, which means that he had another opponent tonight.

"Then retreat now?" Rafiber has no hope for success.

"No." Morovogen shook his head: "It's good that she's here, I can bring another body out."

After saying that, the Sword Saint touched forward again. He knew that Viana was just a 300-year-old young dragon, and had some power, but it was not enough to make him afraid. (To be continued)
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