"If I die, you will take my daughter away anyway." The Duke of Burgundy said to Arod.

"Don't worry, we can break through before dawn after a while." Aruod said, before dawn is the darkest moment and the lowest vigilance.

"It's too late, they will find this place soon. Francis has come to this forest farm to hunt many times." The Duke of Burgundy shook his head. He knew very well that so many people could not escape the pursuit.

"Gagaga." At this moment, a raven flew to the treetops and shouted loudly at the bottom.

"God, our luck is really bad. Even the messenger of Death is coming." The Duke of Burgundy was even more sad when he saw the raven. Although Christian culture was deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, the influence of the Vikings did not dissipate so quickly.

"This is not necessarily the case. It is good luck to see the ravens in our place." Aroud and Harvey looked at each other and smiled. They knew that they finally had to wait until reinforcements arrived.

"Sharp." The West Franks used the spear in their hands to push the bushes away. After a day of fighting, they were exhausted. If it weren't for the Francis' order, they would have given up.

"Where did these rat-like Burgundians go?" The West Franks almost tripped by the tree roots. It was impossible to find the Duke of Burgundy in the moonlight. He couldn't help but stop and wipe his forehead with his sleeve.

"Batch." Suddenly, a slight abnormal sound came out. The Frenchman immediately raised the spear in his hand alertly and made an attacking gesture at any time.

"Who is there?" cried the West Franks.

"Swoosh~." But before his voice fell, an arrow hit his throat. The West Franks screamed, and he immediately pulled out the tiny arrow from his throat.

"Oh, ahem, this is, this is." The West Frank picked up the arrow, and the arrow was blasted in the moonlight with a blue light, accompanied by a violent cough. Blood spurted out from his mouth and nose.

"What's wrong with you? Are you okay?" The other companions quickly pushed away the kneeless weeds and wanted to get close to support him, but just as they were about to come, a sharp dagger with a bent blade stretched out from the grass.

"Ahhhh." As the West Franks passed by, the sharp dagger was as fast as lightning, cutting towards their Achilles tendon. The West Franks screamed and covered their legs and fell to the ground.

"Ha, the Duke of Mecklenburg said hello to you." The members of the Blood Drop Brotherhood wore a weird mask and were wrapped in black night-carrying clothes. They jumped on the back of the fallen man, grabbed the hair of the West Franks, forced him to lean back, and then cut off the exposed throat with a sharp dagger, and dealt with the enemy in the deep grass.

The Duke of Burgundy heard screams everywhere in the woods. He didn't dare to show off his anger, fearing that it was the trick of the West Franks, but Arod and Harvey breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that the people of the Blood Drop Brotherhood had arrived, and the West Franks were definitely not opponents in the dark night.

"Swoosh." A West Frank man was holding a crossbow. He ran to the camp desperately, and turned around and shot a crossbow arrow behind him, hoping that the powerful crossbow could save his life.

"What happened?" Francis stood up from the chair, which originally belonged to the Duke of Burgundy, but now became the trophy of Francis.

"Help, help, there are devils in the woods." The West Franks, who ran to the camp from the searching woods, shouted loudly.

"What? The Devil." Francis asked in confusion.

"Yes, oh woo." The West Frank man, who was about to arrive at the camp, seemed to have been tripped and plunged to the ground. His eyes were wide open.

"Go and have a look." Francis was also surprised and surprised in the dark environment, so he hurriedly asked his men to go and see.

"Yes." A man held a shield and leaned up carefully. He raised the torch and checked it, and found a crossbow arrow inserted on the back of the dead West Frank.

"What's going on?" Francis asked loudly behind his shield.

"It's the crossbow arrow, we're attacked." His half-squatted behind the stone shouted loudly to Francis.

"What, there are enemies. Is this impossible?" Francis was incredible. The duke's army was still in the castle, and the nobles had been dealt with without leaving any living habits. A force was infiltrated in this forest, which made Francis shudder.

"Buzz, Ping~." Suddenly, a short javelin flew out of the bushes and woods, hitting the shoulders of the West Frank man who raised the torch, instantly shattering his shoulder clavicle, and inertia caused him to fall back to the ground.

"Click the target." A member of the Blood Drop Brotherhood said happily, holding a peculiar wooden stick in his hand. The stick looked like a hook. In fact, it was a Greek javelin copied by Arod. As long as the tail of the short javelin is placed on the hook of the wooden stick and swing the stick hard, the javelin on the groove of the wooden stick will fly out, which is more effective than using the arm strength alone.

"Bastard, who is against me?" Francis shouted and cursed angrily. At this time, not only the javelins, but also the pebbles flew out of the darkness. The West Franks held their shields to no avail, because this attack was everywhere, especially the bonfires lit in the camp, and they were simply living targets.

"Swoosh." The members of the Blood Drop Brotherhood picked up the slingshot and aimed at the enemy and shot pebbles. After the slingshots that were constantly improved by the smelting base, the strength was enough to knock people without armor protection.

All night, Francis realized that he had changed from a hunter to a prey. Even though he woke up and paid the price of three soldiers' casualties to destroy the campfire, the long-range attacks of the members of the Blood Drop Brotherhood in the dark made the West Frank soldiers lose their minds. They howled and rushed into the dark woods, but were solved by the hunters who had been waiting for them one by one.

"The sun is coming." When the darkest moment passed, Aruod looked up at the sky, and the warm feeling drove away the cold.

"We win, look." Harvey signaled to the woods opposite, and saw the members of the Blood Drops Brotherhood in the dense woods, appearing in shock among the woods under the disguise of night clothes and masks. The Duke of Burgundy and the Princess looked at these strange warriors in surprise.

"Have, we should leave. Lord Duke, you are safe." Arod breathed a sigh of relief and said to the Duke of Burgundy.

"Wait a minute, who are you?" the Duke of Burgundy stopped Arod and asked him.

"Is this important?" Aruod asked, looking at the Duke.

"Of course it's important, otherwise how can we thank you?" said the Burgundy princess wearing Harvey's coat.

"The bounty you gave is enough, we do not owe each other." Arod said after bowing slightly to the Burgundy Princess.

"My family doesn't like to owe people, especially you saved my life. Please let me repay this favor anyway." The Duke of Burgundy insisted.

"Okay, maybe you'll have a day to repay." Arod smiled, shrugged his shoulders and took Harvey away.

"Why don't we ask for some money anymore?" Harvey said with some dissatisfaction.

"No, it will be more useful in the future." Aruod said.

The Duke of Burgundy and the Princess stood beside the stream, watching Arod and Harvey walking among the woods, and the sound of horse hooves sounded from outside the forest. It was the direction of Burgundy Castle. It seemed that the soldiers of the castle finally realized something was wrong and went out to find the Duke of Burgundy and others. A bloody hunting banquet gradually dissipated.
Chapter completed!