The ferocious Cohen ignored him. Taking advantage of his body shape, he gritted his teeth, stepped hard, and moved his right shoulder forward!

The next second, the security officer crashed into the opponent's arms, knocking the enemy over.

Thales was held in his left arm and felt that the scene in front of him was shaking. The ground he saw was constantly retreating. His brain was confused and he was dizzy.

Even thinking was interrupted.

A single-edged sword stretched out from the side and slit the enemy's throat, and Wyatt's figure appeared next to Cohen.

Only then did Wyatt and Rolf come to them, followed by Raphael and a nervous-looking Miranda.

"Charge!" Raphael's face was cold, his words were concise and powerful.

Cohen didn't say anything nonsense, and took Thales forward again!

Everyone on their side started to move, following the footsteps of the White Blade Guards, trying to rush out of the door and sprinting towards the Palace of Heroes!

Fortunately, most of the soldiers from the Black Sand Territory were walking on the stairs, and there were only two squads left on the ground. The thin defense line was unable to stop the brave assault led by the White Blade Guards for a while.

"Hailson, Jason, bite them!" This was Count Levan's roar.

Count Levan looked at the soldiers who were still rushing down the stairs, and an angry urging sounded out of thin air: "Run! Bastards!"

"Surround them!"

On Thales' side, Michael drew a knife in his hand with a fierce look on his face, and with one slash, he cut off the rope of the carriage that Thales was riding in, and then stabbed the horse in the butt with the knife!

In the painful neighing, the poor Northland horse rushed towards Count Levan like crazy. As the soldiers rushed to protect the commander and Count Levan's heart-rending howl, a lot of people were involved.

The strength of the Black Sand Territory prevented the soldiers who had just ran down the stairs from joining the battle.

The other white-blade guard whipped up his horsewhip without any hesitation, drove the other carriage out of the doorway, and chased after Nicolai's figure.

"Archer, shoot in their forward path!"

Urad's voice sounded in the chaos, and it seemed that the order officer still maintained a considerable degree of calmness, "Aim at that prince and stop them!"

Thales was startled. He raised his head from Cohen's arm and saw a few crossbowmen on the steps pulling their bows and crossbows in unison, aiming in the direction of their breakout.

What?

He felt a chill in his heart.

"carriage!"

Putilai's voice sounded anxiously from behind.

As soon as he finished speaking, another carriage drove past Cohen and knocked over a black sand collar axeman blocking the road ahead.

The next second, Cohen yelled angrily, and Thales felt his eyes blur, his body rose into the air, and he was thrown up by the security officer!

"boom!"

Thales crashed into the car window, fell into the car, and rolled several times until he hit the car wall.

When he got up in a daze, the first thing he saw was the little slippery man with a confused and frightened face.

"What's going on outside?" The girl stared at him with green eyes and helped him up.

Panting, but before Taylor could reply, the moving carriage immediately made a sharp turn!

The two of them tripped and both screamed, falling into the car unprepared.

Several rustling arrows were heard.

"Boom! Boom!"

The arrows all hit the carriage.

Thales then raised his head and felt his scalp numb:

A long arrow pierced the thin carriage, revealing a ferocious arrow a few feet above their heads.

"Nice driving skills!" In the chaos outside the car, Putilai still had the energy to praise the white-knife guards driving the car.

"Rewind!" Ulade's calm voice sounded again, even overshadowing Count Levan's roar:

"Others, move forward in a roundabout direction toward the side where there are no enemies! Catch up first, form a line of defense, and then intercept!"

Thales hugged Little Slippery and lay on the ground obediently, not daring to get up.

"Did something happen?" Little Slippery asked in horror, "Where are we going now?"

"The Palace of Heroes," Thales gritted his teeth and felt the pain in his legs: "If you guessed correctly."

Outside the carriage, a white-blade guard knocked over an enemy, but he was immediately nailed through the hind leg by a soldier behind him, and then fell to the ground with countless blades behind him, howling.

But the rest of the White Blade Guards had already broken out of the thin siege. Only eight of them were left, protecting the carriage and rushing towards the ten pillars of the Palace of Heroes.

In the Star People's team, four veterans brought out from the fortress also fell.

At the same time, Nikolai had moved from the front edge position to the rear position.

The meteorite's eyes flashed angrily, and the power of termination surged within his body.

I saw him suddenly stop suddenly while running, and then turned around with an elbow!

He ran into the face of a pursuer who was caught off guard.

"Boom!" There was a scary muffled sound and the sound of cracking bones.

The pursuer was like a rotating rudder. Under the heavy blow, he used his waist as an axis and instantly turned over - from standing and running to landing on the back of his head, spitting out a mouth full of teeth, and stopped moving.

"Fuck, you still want to get through the city gate?"

"I knew it," Nicolai roared and cursed, sent out a knife, missed the second enemy's blocked shield, and drew a fountain of blood on the opponent's neck: "The Northlander's method still works!"

He turned his head during the battle and watched as his companions followed the carriage, already protruding through the doorway, and he became the last person.

The Fallen Starman also saw more and more Black Sand soldiers coming down the stairs in the doorway, lining up to pursue them.

Nicolai frowned.

His arms suddenly tightened.

"Why are you so stunned!" Putilai grabbed the arm of the meteorite man with a hesitant look on his face: "Do you still want to cut off the queen alone?"

Nikolai shook off Putilai's hand without appreciation, turned around and ran away.

"You guys keep running!" Meteorite said dissatisfiedly: "Keep at least ten meters away from them!"

Nikolai followed Putilai and ran for a while as the last two people.

"Keep the distance? Then what?" Putilai shouted back anxiously: "They will catch up sooner or later. The number of people is too disparity!"

"Stop talking nonsense! Just run away!" Nikolai's face was ferocious and he shouted angrily:

"I'm behind you!"

Putilai, who was running, was slightly startled.

Nikolai pressed his palm on Putilai's back and pushed him forward.

The next second, Nicolai spun his steps, using his right foot as a pivot, braking with his left foot, and turned around in an instant to face the menacing pursuers behind him.

"Watch carefully," Meteorite said through gritted teeth:

"How the Northlanders solve problems!"

Putilai frowned, but he only hesitated for a few tenths of a second before decisively continuing to run forward.

Nicolai took a deep breath as he looked at the pursuers getting closer and closer - the two men chasing him at the front were only five meters away from him.

Seen from above, the pursuers of the Black Sand Territory were like an endless swarm of ants, pressing down on the lonely dot of Nikolai from the horizon.

Behind this dot is the carriage.

Oh shit.

These sloppy Imperial people.

You deserve your misfortune.

He cursed.

"Archer!"

Among the chasing troops, Urad's order came again: "Second round of shooting!"

The sound of bows and crossbows being twisted came from the crowd.

The pursuers of the Black Sand Territory were getting closer and closer, and Nicolai could even see the pores on their faces clearly.

But the Meteor Man still refused to take a step back.

He faced these people alone, took a deep breath, and gritted his teeth.

No intention of looking back.

The next second, this man with a resolute face and fierce eyes gently raised the Soul-Destroying Blade in his hand.

The Faller's hand touched the blade.

"Ding!"

There was a crisp metallic sound.

Nicolai broke off a piece of the blade from his weapon without any hindrance, and threw it forward without any care.

"Boundary break," Nicolai sighed and murmured: "It's done."

He looked sternly at the pursuing soldiers who were getting closer and closer, with a sneer on his pale face.

The movement of the carriage finally stabilized.

Thales, who had just recovered from the shock, got up in the carriage, stood on the seat, and opened the window.

The little slicker also came to his side, his two little heads looking at the scene behind the car in panic.

Nicolai was alone, blocking hundreds of pursuing soldiers.

Only a silhouette is left.
To be continued...