Female Knight and Male Princess

The carriage ran across the track paved by the loess, and Lan Weiwei and Taylor had already set off for eight days, getting closer and closer to Constantine. The road was calm, and the group of people who chased them seemed to have disappeared. As long as they rush to the destination and meet with Orville and Vincent as soon as possible, the two will be completely safe for the time being.

As the new century's all-round no dead end life waste, Lan Weiwei must not be able to drive the ancient skills of horse-drawn carriages. Tyler, who didn't notice that he had begun to work hard, sat on the cowl, picked up the whip, and urged the thin black horse.

Lan Weiwei was overwhelmed, and Taylor's original image had long changed since the two of them spent more than ten days alone. Although he still has a poisonous tongue and tortoise hair, Lan Weiwei also has to admit that Tyler is not as bad as it is when faced with a person who is willing to take a waste wood with him unconditionally for you to eat and drink.

It's a pity that this guy seems to be called "Don't quarrel uncomfortable" again, causing the two to often quarrel in the wild.

Last night, I took a rest in the woods for a while, and Taylor drove him into the carriage early in the morning. Lan Weiwei leaned against the window sleepily, trying her best to open her eyes, but she was still defeated by the sleepy god.

Tyler couldn't help but wonder when he heard the carriage disappeared. He pretended to inadvertently cough a few times, but Lan Weiwei still did not move.

"I must have fallen asleep again..." Tyler frowned. This stupid woman never remembered to put on a cloak when she was dozing off. Isn't she afraid of cold? When the time comes, she will be tired and take her to the doctor. He stopped the carriage and planned to get into the carriage to give Lan Weiwei a dress.

At this moment, a sharp arrow came through the air. Taylor heard the buzzing sound behind him, and immediately stepped away, avoiding the arrow that hit his vest.

The point of the arrow pierced deeply into the wall of the carriage, making a muffled sound, and Lan Weiwei was awakened in confusion: "What's the matter?! Taylor? Taylor!"

"Stay inside and don't move!" Taylor snapped. "That group is here again."

Lan Weiwei was still awake in the chaotic thinking moment: "What to do?"

Taylor was too late to answer her, dozens of people in black came out from the woods beside the road, looking at their dresses, there was a swordsman, a wizard, and unexpectedly a necromancer. Now it's tricky. Because of the position of saint, Taylor's magic is basically the defense department and the healing department. His magical talent is superb. It is not difficult to deal with these people. The key lies in the necromancer.

Necromancers rely on the power of the dark faith of the **** Murphy, and are the deadly enemies of the light wizards who rely on the **** Moore. Moreover, Taylor is now dressed in men's clothing. If he wants to not reveal the true identity of the saint, he cannot use the magic that can only be used by high-ranking clergy.

He looked at the carriage behind him, there was another Lan Weiwei who was incompetent, and she couldn't let her stay here...

Tyler's eyes closed slightly: "Light spirit, I pray you, barrier!"

In an instant, a barrier of dazzling light surrounded the carriage. Tyler held a short knife and cut the rope on the dark horse: "Vivi, come out!"

Lan Weiwei trembling quickly jumped out of the carriage. She heard the anxiety in Taylor's tone. Although her legs trembled with fear, she still forced her composure.

Taylor stretched out his arms to hug Lan Weiwei and threw it on the horse's back neatly: "Hold the horse's neck tightly, run forward, don't look back."

"Wait, what about you?" Lan Weiwei was crying anxiously.

"I'll rush over." Tyler stabbed the horse's hip with a sharp knife, and the black horse neighed, raising his hoof and ran forward frantically.

"Taylor, wait...I, I don't know how to ride a horse!"

Lan Weiwei quickly went away with a crying voice. These actions only took place in a few moments. The black-clad mage quickly broke through the barrier of light, and the leader shouted: "Grab this kid, the others will go. Chase the saint!"

"Huh, don't think about it!" Tyler swiped his right hand in the air, and the beam of light rose into the air, "I am shackles in the name of Moore!"

At this time, Lan Weiwei was lying on the horse's back, clinging to the horse's neck. Tyler's stabbing was extremely deep, and the dark horse was frightened and ran forward desperately. The wind whispered in Lan Weiwei's ears, she didn't dare to straighten up, the fierce wind blew her so that she couldn't even break her eyes.

The moment she jumped out of the carriage, she saw at least fifty enemies. With a pair of fifty, Taylor would be injured even if he had the chance to win. Lan Weiwei was anxious, but she couldn't even stop the horse, and she talked about how to help Taylor. Strong frustration and self-blame hit Lan Weiwei's heart. She has never had a time when she desires power so much.

Why am I crossing over? It is to help Taylor and protect his duties as a saint. But I, a knight, had to rely on my lord to save me. In the final analysis, I was too incompetent.

"Taylor..." Lan Weiwei gritted her teeth and straightened up slightly. The dark horse ran a long way to the east. This was the direction to Constantine. According to Taylor's previous statement, as long as you walk faster, you can reach a village before dark. Find that village and ask someone to rescue Tyler! Lan Weiwei held the only way. She had no weapons on her body, so she could only slap the horse's buttocks vigorously, urging the dark horse to run faster.

"Hurry up! Hurry up!..." Tears piled up at the corner of her eyes, and Lan Weiwei bit her lower lip hard. Can't cry Lan Weiwei, absolutely can't cry!

With blurred vision, she saw a motorcade appeared in front of her. The convoy drove over slowly, and one person raised his hand and whip with a long sword at his waist.

Lan Weiwei hurriedly yelled: "Help me! Mr. in front, please help me!"

The man with the sword had already seen Lan Weiwei, the dark horse was on the verge of losing control, and he rushed towards the convoy. The man snorted, and in an instant, the long sword was unsheathed, and the sword cut off the black horse's head. Blood splashed, and the horse fell heavily to the ground.

"Ah!" Lan Weiwei was shaken fiercely by the huge inertia, and she was about to fall to the ground. The man turned his horse's head and easily took her in his arms.

"Scared... scared me to death..." Lan Weiwei was in shock. She thought she was dead just now.

"This lady..."

Before the man's question was finished, Lan Weiwei grabbed his arm: "Sir, please, save my companion!"

"Where did that kid go?" The black leader frowned.

There were many people in black lying on the ground, all of them were beaten to the ground by Taylor. But they were better than the crowds, and they almost caught Tyler just now, but he suddenly disappeared out of thin air.

"Don't worry, he probably used the invisible stardust. The effect of this potion can last for several hours." The undead warlock who had been silent for a long time said coldly.

"a couple of hours?!"

"Let's wait here slowly, he didn't dare to move. As long as a little movement, the grass and branches here will change wherever he touches. After waiting for a few hours, the kid will naturally come out. ."

Tyler held his breath. The necromancer was right. If they really stayed here, there would be no chance to get out.

The necromancer fiddled with the bone stick in his hand, and he did not make a move until the moment when Taylor was surrounded by groups, the invisible black energy swept towards the young man. The sword could have been avoided, but Taylor found himself entangled. Forcefully, he smashed the bottle of invisible stardust in exchange for a breathing space.

"Heh..." The necromancer's face was hidden in his hood, and he was naked. The exposed skin was thin and pale, "Boy, you can't escape..." Suddenly, he heard a sound of horseshoes, "Someone else is coming!"

Before the people in black took a posture of welcoming the enemy, fireballs rolled in, mixed with a rain of arrows, and rushed directly at them with the momentum of thunder.

"Is the saint's rescuer?" The black-clothed leader was shocked, and more than half of the fifty-something they had brought was already fascinated. There are so many rescuers that it seems difficult to deal with.

"It's better to withdraw." The necromancer put away the bone rod.

"Cheap boy, withdraw!" With this command, the people in black jumped into the woods and ran away quickly.

Tyler breathed a sigh of relief, how could there be a rescuer? He looked at the rushing convoy. This line of carriages was clearly in the style of a caravan, with a gold bird-shaped coat of arms painted on the body. Before he could figure out which family the golden bird crest represented, he saw Lan Weiwei jump out of a carriage and ran over in panic.

"Where's Tyler? Tyler? Tyler!" Lan Weiwei's heart beat fast, and she finally moved in to rescue the soldiers. As a result, except for the corpses of people in black on the floor, Taylor was completely invisible. She felt cold, and tried to convince herself, "No... Tyler will be fine... Tyler, where are you Tyler?"

The appearance of the girl holding back her tears was both sad and touching. She was so worried about herself that Taylor's heart faintly rose with endless joy. But seeing Lan Weiwei so sad, he felt that there was a string in his body that was tense.

"Vivi..." His voice was slightly hoarse, "I'm here."

The blond boy appeared, his right hand was injured, blood was condensed on the fingertips, and the rest was intact.

"Idiot! Where did you go!" Lan Weiwei sniffed hard, trying to curse Taylor.

Taylor frowned: "Why scold me..."

"Who told you to scold me all day..." Lan Weiwei tried her best to hold back the tears in her eyes, she blinked gently, and finally it dripped down.

"I..." Tyler hesitated, trying to say something, but after all, he reluctantly turned his head away.

Lan Weiwei wiped her face indiscriminately, and pointed to the man with the sword standing next to the carriage: "Come here and thank someone else. I asked him to save you."

Taylor straightened his clothes: "Sir, thank you for your help."

The man bowed slightly: "Please don't get me wrong, I am following the orders of the young master. If you want to express gratitude, please express to the young master."

"Lance, you are too rude." The mellow voice sounded in the car, a slender hand pushed the car door, and the blond boy leaned forward. He has clear blue eyes, as pure as the sky.

Taylor nodded: "Excuse me, who is it?"

The boy smiled slightly, his smile was soft and gentle, like the wind of spring, and the cloud of summer night: "Charles. Sutcliffe, businessman from Constantine, lucky to meet."