Second Prince Ignatsu led his regiment of cavalry and fled pathetically on the outskirts of King's City. Fortunately, there were many mountains and trees here, and they did not have many people, so they managed to use the cavalry's mobility to shake off the pursuing infantrymen.
However, there was a unit of cavalry closely following them. This unit of cavalry did not take the initiative to attack, and was only responsible for relaying their whereabouts to the army behind them.
This was the most troublesome part. The second prince was confident that if that unit of cavalry rushed up to engage them in battle, he and his cavalry would be able to tear them to pieces with just one charge. That was how confident he was. However, the problem was that the other party did not engage them at all. As long as they showed the slightest intention to attack, the other party would stop and even retreat.
Therefore, the second prince had no way of shaking off the other party. Moreover, if he dared to stop and rest, the two units of infantry following behind him would take turns to attack, coordinating with the cavalry to attack from the left and right.
Although the second prince was confident that his Knight regiment was the best in the world, there were too few of them. Even if he could defeat these two units, he would be greatly weakened. Moreover, the eldest prince had King's City behind him. He had resources, manpower, and materials. If he used up all his men, how could he fight the eldest prince?
Although it was easy for cavalry to run if they could not win, he could not afford to run too far now, let alone do so.
The aristocratic forces in King's City were complicated. Some were close to the eldest prince, some were close to him, but most were fence-sitters … Now that he was forced to leave King's City, he was already at a disadvantage. This would cause many people to lean towards the eldest prince. If he left King's City, then the fence-sitters would definitely lean towards the eldest prince. When that happened, he would then want to turn the situation around. But that was almost impossible.
Therefore, he could not run. He could only hide!
After running for a day, night gradually approached. Ignatsu licked his lips, which were covered with cracked and curled up dead skin.
They had not eaten for a day. They didn't even have water to drink … Not only them, but the horses were also tired. If they couldn't find a safe place to rest, they would soon fall into a desperate situation.
Ignatsu looked back at the cavalry in the distance, closely following behind him. If it weren't for that group of people, they would definitely be able to shake off the First Prince's two infantry squads.
Unfortunately, there were no 'ifs' in this world. The other party had grasped their Achilles' heel. After escaping from the Nether God Hall, they were just duckweed without roots and source. As long as they continued to endure, they would definitely be the ones to die.
After all, there were two infantry regiments behind them, and they had some rations with them. It was enough to last two or three days, but Ignatsu and the others couldn't last that long.
Night soon fell completely. The Great Magician beside Ignatsu cast a few light balls to illuminate the path ahead of the cavalry. However, this would also expose their position. The cavalry was still not far behind them, following closely.
Aggrieved emotions slowly filled Ignatsu's heart. He wanted to be angry, but he couldn't find a reason.
He felt like a dog right now. The hungry dog that was chased around by someone with a stick really wanted to go back and snatch something to eat, but it was afraid of the stick in the other person's hand. This awkward feeling of not being able to advance or retreat. It made him extremely frustrated.
Just as he was about to howl at the sky to vent his anger, the Magician beside him patted him on the shoulder. He looked forward and saw a few people standing not far ahead of him on the road.
After a brief moment of confusion, he was ecstatic. Because he knew all of them.
His little sister, Emma. Beta, Kail, Alice, and even Sophie were among them.
Sophie was actually saved by them? Just as Ignatsu was thinking this, he saw Emma make a gesture to him to continue forward. Then, they separated and hid in the bushes on both sides of the road.
Ignatsu's eyes lit up. They were obviously trying to ambush the enemy behind them! He immediately made a hand gesture and got his Knight regiment to speed up and pass through this area.
Not long after they passed through, the enemy cavalry also rushed over.
The enemy was very cautious and kept a sufficient distance from Ignatsu's Knight regiment. Now that they saw the enemy speed up, they naturally began to speed up as well.
They were focused on chasing the enemy and didn't pay attention to their surroundings. Moreover, the moon was very bright now. If there was a large army lying in ambush on both sides of the road, they would definitely be able to see it. However, they didn't expect that there were only a few people ambushing them. They didn't need much concealment, just a few relatively tall bushes.
The moon was bright, the stars were sparse, and there were no clouds in the night sky. Logically speaking, it was impossible for there to be fog in such weather. However, just as they passed through this area, a strange thick fog surged out from the left side of the road. It was like a tsunami, drowning the cavalry with an overwhelming force. They did not even have time to react.
If it was just a simple thick fog, they wouldn't be afraid. They just had to urge their horses to move slowly. However, this thick fog was as thick as rice paste. Not only did it limit their vision, they couldn't even see their companions clearly. It even made their bodies abnormally heavy, and their warhorses couldn't run at all.
"This fog is a bit strange!" The short Edward shouted. "Everyone, stop advancing. Dismount and form a circular formation. Raise your weapons."
Although they couldn't see clearly beyond two meters, they were elites. Having been trained for a long time, they quickly calmed down. Everyone confirmed their companions around them and quickly formed a formation.
However, in less than five seconds, they regretted stopping.
Strange vines began to grow from the ground. They grew upwards like snakes, wrapping around their legs and holding them in place. Then, they continued to climb upwards.
The soldiers watched in horror as the vines grew thicker and longer. They watched as they wrapped around their waists and tied their hands … They screamed and cried for help, but it was useless.
Some of the quick-witted soldiers used their weapons to cut off one or two vines. However, these magic plants from the Elf Forest were very tough. After cutting off a few vines, they lost their strength. Moreover, these vines were still growing densely. Before they could run for a few steps, they were entangled again.
Edward was the strongest in the cavalry and a professional. The fog didn't affect him as much as the others. He could see about fifteen meters away. It didn't take much effort for him to draw his sword and cut off the vines. However … he couldn't change the situation on his own because he wasn't strong enough.
He desperately cut off the vines around him, trying to save his comrades. However, there were more than three hundred people present, and he could only save a few. He had just saved one, and when he turned around to save another, the person he had just saved was entangled again.
He cut the vines again and again. The more he cut, the more desperate he became. Gradually, there were fewer and fewer companions around him. Most of them had been strangled to death by the vines.
"Damn spellcaster, fight us fair and square if you're capable. What's the use of these tricks!"
Angry and desperate roars echoed in the night sky. Together with the screams of the others, they sounded helpless and powerless. No one responded to him, and no enemy appeared. Edward roared meaninglessly as he cut the fast-growing vines crazily.
Soon, he was tired. Professionals were human too. They had their limits. He knew that he couldn't save his companions. He steeled his heart, gritted his teeth, and was about to rush out of the vine formation, but before he could run, an ice spear pierced through his chest. He took a few steps back and reached out to pull out the ice spear in front of his chest, but two vines came over and wrapped around his hand, dragging him to the ground effortlessly!
Edward's heart had been stabbed. He had no strength to struggle anymore.
Alice's Vine Summoning Skill was actually not a heaven-defying skill. This land of vines would be affected by the range of Dispel and the Magic Counter. Even a powerful warrior with keen senses could interrupt Alice's summoning and magic as long as he could find her position and attack her.
But the problem was … there were no Magicians in the cavalry, and their vision was greatly limited. They had no idea where Alice was.
Therefore, there were no useless spells or skills. Any spell or skill could play a great role in a specific environment. This was the consensus of the players, and it was a universally recognized truth.
Although she alone had caused considerable results, Alice could not bear to look at the battlefield. The half-elves had inherited the gentle nature of the elves. Although she was very arrogant and looked down on others, it did not mean that she was not kind.
Sophie walked to the middle of the group of corpses. She put on her black Robe of the Nether God. Although there was a cut on her abdomen, she had to admit that this robe was still a very powerful magic equipment.
"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Although you are enemies, your souls are still pure and clean … The Nether God loves you and blesses you. She allows you to enter her Underworld to live and obtain true happiness and happiness. There is no disease, no pain, only laughter and all the best feelings in the world."
Sophie chanted the funeral hymn of the Nether God Church. The souls of the dead climbed out of their bodies one by one. They bowed to Sophie in their translucent forms, and then disappeared into a black hole.
Soon, the souls of the dead all left the world. At the same time, a lot of black, hair-like black energy was extracted from the bodies of the dead and poured into Sophie's robe.
The cut on the abdomen of the magic robe had repaired itself to a perfect state. The starlight on the robe, which had dimmed a little, became bright again. It gradually began to slowly wander on the robe without a destination, dragging a thin silver trail.
"The Nether God's Robe? Artifact? "
Liang Lidong looked at the system notification and sucked in a breath of cold air.