In the jungle, three men in black escorted a woman in a gorgeous white dress and moved forward quickly. Although the three men in black were slightly tired, they did not slow down. As for the woman who was protected in the middle, she was panting and her face was pale. However, the woman did not stop. She gritted her teeth and persevered. This group of people was Lane, Angelina, and the others.
"Your Highness, you should take a break!" said Lane, who was holding the princess's right arm. Although Lane was the one who carried Angelina most of the way, running for two days and one night in a row was indeed too difficult for the pampered princess.
Angelina did not say anything. She just wiped the sweat off her forehead and shook her head. Although she was very tired, she also knew that there were many pursuers behind them at this time. Every minute and every second was important at this time. With Lane's help, Angelina tried hard to keep up with the pace of Lane and the other two shadow guards.
At this time, no one thought about the issue of men and women not touching each other. Angelina was not a pedantic person. Moreover, Lane was only holding her right arm. There was a layer of cloth wrapped around it, so Lane could not be considered to have touched her skin.
Seeing how strong Angelina was, Lane could not help but sigh. Her Highness was extraordinary. Not to mention Angelina, among the four of them, only he could rely on his strong physical fitness and impetus to slowly repair damaged muscles. Even the two shadow guards had reached their limit. The two shadow guards were only ordinary beginner-level Knechts. Although they also had impetus to repair muscle soreness and strain, their impetus was limited after all. As qualified shadow guards, they would not completely use their impetus to repair their bodies. They had to leave some for possible accidents and battles.
So until now, a large part of the reason the three of them could persist until now was because of Angelina's example. Even a weak person like the princess could persist, how could they, as the princess's guards, be worse than her?
In fact, Angelina could persist until now because of her strong willpower. On the other hand, there was another reason. Only two or three people close to the princess knew about it. Angelina was actually a beginner-level Lehrling and one who was about to advance to a low-rank Lehrling. She was right. Despite her weak appearance, the princess was actually quite powerful. Master Wilson, who had shocked Locke back then, was only a low-rank Lehrling.
Wilson was already an old man in his sixties or seventies, while Angelina was only sixteen years old. Her talent was evident. The princess could persist until now because of her higher mental power and mental cohesion. Casters mainly relied on condensing mental power. Beginner-Level Lehrling could master not many spells. Their usual training was only to condense mental power, store mana, and help their mentor with experiments. It was also because of Angelina's usual hard work that she could now barely keep up with Lane's pace and not be lagging behind.
Of course, there was no need for Angelina to explain to Lane and the others why she could persist until now. She was almost at her limit and was only holding on with her last breath.
On the other side, Kashir and Leit led Blood Red to the cave where Angelina and the others had stayed before. Leit used his fingers to twist the remains of the bonfire on the ground and said, "They've been gone for less than a day." Under the guidance of the burly man, they roughly knew the direction in which Angelina and the others escaped. As for the specific direction, the jungle was so complicated that it was difficult to find any clues. Therefore, it took Blood Red nearly a day to catch up to Angelina and the others even though they had fled for half the night.
"Since we've found their tracks, it should be soon. Let's chase after them!" said Kashir.
Kashir, who had already found traces of Angelina and the others, was confident that he could catch up with them within a day.
Under the advance of the Blood Red Army, the branches in the jungle creaked under their feet. It was late autumn, and most of the trees had withered and turned yellow, without a trace of moisture. Only some evergreen species still showed their emerald green color. The beasts in the Bering Mountains were really unlucky this autumn, which was about to enter winter. In the past, this was the time when they were preparing their last food reserves for the winter, but this year, these killers that emerged from the forest made them tremble. Not only did the murderous Blood Red scare the beasts, even Lane, who was in a hurry, released his mid-rank Knecht aura. This aura was equivalent to that of a mid-rank major monster. It made the group of aborigines in the Bering Mountains, who were at most at the level of monsters, dumbfounded.
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In the evening a day later, Lane said to Angelina in a relaxed manner by the campfire, "Your Highness, we'll be out of the Bering Mountains in five days at most. As long as we get out, I'll be able to contact the nearest base to protect you." They were very close to the exit of the Bering Mountains, and the trees had become sparse.
"Mhm." Angelina nodded in response. After a few days of hurrying, Angelina had lost a lot of weight, which made her look pitiful.
The remaining two shadow guards also relaxed a lot after hearing this. The unknown approaching danger was really a challenge to their nerves. Hearing that they were about to get out of the current situation, the two shadow guards relaxed a lot and lowered their guard against the surrounding environment.
Suddenly, a short blade with a blood-red handle streaked across the forest. It was like a blood-red lightning bolt in the dark sky, striking one of the two Shadow Guards.
Clang! At this critical moment, Lane was the first to react. He pulled out his sword with his right hand and blocked the attack with force. After all, the blood-red dagger was thrown by someone and had no follow-up power. Under Lane's block, the direction of the dagger deviated. The shadow guard also suddenly woke up and twisted his body to avoid the fatal blow.
"Who is it?!" Lane stood up and looked around the surrounding forest. Unlike a few days ago, when they were still in the dense forest, the team was more bloated, and it was difficult for Sir Lane to discover the masked men surrounding them. But this time, they had reached a wider area, and Sir Lane only needed to keep an eye on the four of them. He was confident that the slightest movement within a 50-meter radius could not escape his perception. This person had actually attacked them when Lane had no reaction at all. His strength was at least a level higher than his. Lane's heart sank.
"You're quite good at running!" A hoarse voice sounded. There seemed to be some impetus in the voice, causing the surrounding area to be filled with this hoarse voice. It was terrifying. This should be some kind of secret technique.
The sound of dead branches and leaves being stepped on could be heard. Before Lane and the others could react, the Blood Red soldiers in red leather armour had already appeared around them.
The moment he saw the group of soldiers in red leather armour, Ryan's pupils constricted. Unlike the burly man and the masked man, who didn't know who they were, as a shadow guard, Ryan, of course, knew them. They were the famous Blood Red, which was on par with the Faustian shadow guards. Lane had fought with Blood Red more than once. Of course, he knew how powerful they were. The previous mission Lane received to escort the princess was to be responsible for secretly restraining Shalor's Blood Red at the frontline.
Whoosh! Leit landed directly in front of Lane and the others. He crossed his arms comfortably and looked at Lane and the others as if they were trapped beasts in a cage.
Lane gripped his sword tightly and covered Angelina with one hand as he stared at the blood-red armoured man in front of him. This person's aura was as deep as the sea. Lane had only seen him among the few jarls of the Sky Squad. He was a high-rank Knecht. If they really fought, Lane felt that he wouldn't be able to last more than 20 moves.
"Oh! I was wondering why this smell was so familiar. It's the scum of the shadow guards! " The blood-red armored man, Wright, opened the visor of his helmet, revealing a slightly demonic face. The most unforgettable feature was his bloodshot eyes, like the eyes of a demon. Wright used his scarlet tongue to lick the bloodstains on his armor that hadn't been cleaned off. His voice changed from cruel to gnashing his teeth in anger.
Blood Red and Dark Guard were a pair of old enemies who would not rest until one of them was dead. Although more than half of Blood Red had been annihilated by Faustian's large-scale army, most of the people who provided information about Blood Red's location, killed their higher-ups, and ambushed their assassinations were the work of the shadow guards. Many of the shadow guards had also been killed by Blood Red in the war in recent years. The war at the frontline was getting smoother and smoother, and the situation of the war was getting clearer. While the casualty rate of the Faustian army continued to decline, the loss of the shadow guards was abnormal. The main reason why the casualty rate had not decreased was because of Blood Red's cruel revenge.
"Hmph!" Clayon didn't respond to Wright's words. He just snorted to express his disdain. After all, Leit was stronger than him. He had to be fully prepared and not make any mistakes. As for Blood Red, there was a tinge of admiration mixed with hostility. The people of Blood Red were more admirable than the Shalorian higher-ups whom Ryan and the others had assassinated. They were a group of true knights, and as the shadow guards of the country's secret forces, he felt a kinship with them.
However, the people of Blood Red didn't. They just wanted to kill all the shadow guards they saw in order to wash away the blood debt of their colleagues and prove their glory. The reason why Leit was so hostile to Lane and the other shadow guards was obvious. Leit couldn't wait to drain the blood of the shadow guard captain like a pig and listen to his cries of pain.
Leit waved his left hand, and a blood-red scimitar slid from the inside of his armour into his hand. Unlike most Knechts, Leit played with swords. His sword skills were famous in the Blood Red Squad when they were at their peak. In his lifetime of battles, a total of two high-rank Knechts of the same rank as him had died under his sword. The bloodthirsty scimitar vibrated slightly, as if it wanted to drink blood.
Lane bent down and stared at the tip of the scimitar with a burning gaze. At this time, he had no energy to care about Angelina behind him. In the blood-red blade, he saw death.
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