Vol 4 Chapter 136

Feeling that the monster chased up from behind, Freya was full of nervousness and a little bit of excitement, like the psychology of a tightrope walker. In a desperate situation, a mistake will be lost forever, and it is often at this moment that she becomes more confident. The mind is also awake with extraordinary potential.

It turned out to be a sense of adventure.

However, the monster chased quickly, Freya ran a few steps and looked back, the other party was close at hand. This speed was beyond her imagination. She was anxious, and was willing to take a step, but she had to take care of the ambush of the pale sons around her; and just so distracted, she was slammed into the back shoulder by a pale son, from silver and gold The gap between the powers made her feel as if she had been hit by a dragon in front of her, rushing out and tumbling several times to fall into the snow, and the battle flag in her hand flew several meters away.

"Woo," Freya snorted, and before she could feel her pain, she heard the footsteps of the monster behind her. She hurried to get up and rushed to pick up her battle flag, but the pale son rushed to her Seems to be relentless, after a circle in the back and followed up.

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Freya's light brown eyes sank slightly, took a deep breath, and deliberately slowed her pace. The giant wolf seized the opportunity and snarled, but she waited for a moment, sideways a little, and passed away from the pale son. The vortex brought by the sharp claws of the wolf almost shaved Freya's cheeks, and even opened a few thin mouths to bleed, but the girl couldn't care much, and the moment the wolf crossed her arms, she tried hard In a leap, he struck the opponent's wide back.

The pale son immediately felt strange, roaring and shaking his back, trying to throw Freya off from above. But Freya managed to wait for this opportunity and how to make it work. She held the flagpole in one hand and tightly gripped the monster's neck, and in one hand she seized the long silver mane of the pale son, still swinging her body frantically by the other, just sticking to the other's back at every turn.

In the anger of the pale son, after a low whistle, he ran wildly, and seemed to want to shake Freya off his back by relying on the bumps. However it ran. But it is following the young girl's mind. Although the pale son only has the power level from the beginning of gold to the middle of gold, which is far inferior to that silver monster, the power level determines the physical quality on one hand, but in some aspects But it is not an absolute gap.

It's like an ordinary human being certainly can't run through an ordinary gray wolf, or the difference between wizards and warriors at the same level of power, which has nothing to do with the level of power, it is purely a focus on the difference.

The pale son is similar to the silver monster. The silver monster is good at melee and can perform many magical spells. Power and dexterity are all excellent, obviously a omnipotent warrior, and the four-legged canine, such as the pale son, still maintains some of the basic abilities and speed of the beast.

Freya does n’t know so much ‘knowledge’, and if Brando were here, she might be able to analyze her well. But for a country girl like her from the Butch countryside who barely managed to train for a while. Just need to understand that this giant wolf runs faster than her.

This is enough.

In the wind and the wind, Freya was almost blown out of her eyes, and her forehead hair was torn in front of her eyes, and her eyes seemed to contain tears, which could not stop the flow in the strong wind; So she closed her eyes and clutched the mane of the pale son tightly. This fierce monster became more and more frantic. She almost got off the limbs when she was unrestrained. When she bumped heavily, she almost wanted to cough aloud every time she hit her breastplate heavily. Flew out.

Fortunately, she took a moment to look back. The silver monster had been left behind a long distance, although she was a little weird, why did the thing hate her so much, and even so, she had to hang behind her far away.

It seemed to say something like 'Goddess of War', Freya remembered that Brando seemed to say the same thing to her, but Vaund did not have a goddess of war at all, whether it was Cruz, or Yeruin, even the gods respected by the wind elves, only the dragon of war exists.

But she soon had no time to think about these details. The pale son had taken her across more than half of the battlefield, and by the sight of reaching the bottom of the valley, they were a wolf like a gust of wind passing through several fighting with other giant wolves. In the position, Freya narrowed her eyes under the strong wind and barely glanced forward.

In front is the bottom of this glacier canyon.

Suddenly she gritted her teeth, clutching the silver mane of the wolf tightly with one hand, and finally loosened its neck with the other. As she passed through a soft snow, Freya gritted her teeth to the ground. Last insert.

"Knights, move closer to me!"

Freya's shouts surrounded the mountains, and the battle flag steadily stood at the bottom of the valley. However, surrounded by wolves in the battlefield, it was impossible to see what was under the battle flag; At the moment the flag was inserted, the pale son had carried the young girl from the Butch countryside into a narrow glacier gap. Freya subconsciously wanted to touch the horn tied to her waist. She was afraid that her shout could not It was heard by others, but it was at this time that the pale son violently jumped, and the horn flew out of her hands, spinning.

"Ah" Freya was almost scared, but it was the token of the Knights of the Folding Sword. Little Pelo they repeatedly told her to keep it safe. Unexpectedly at this time, she was lost and lost for a moment, she stared blankly The horn flew out and crashed into pieces on the ice, not to mention how frustrated it was.

"You abominable beast!" The young girl could not help angrily reprimanded.

But that giant wolf is even more dissatisfied now than she is. No one will be happy with a little mouse on his head who has ran for several miles without throwing it off. At this time it finally feels on his back. The woman let go of her hand a little, it suddenly stopped suddenly from the gallop, and at the same time the whole body flung to the side. From extreme movement to extreme silence, the huge power produced by the instant state change was almost completely reflected in Freya Body.

Before she could say a word, she was lifted off the back of the pale son by inertia. At that moment, Freya didn't foresee this change at all. When she felt that she was up in the air, her heart almost jumped out of her throat. But even in this case, the girl's mind was still clear, and she still didn't let go of her left hand, and held the silver mane of the pale son tightly.

Although for a moment she almost felt that her hand was about to be broken. But in the end, this action saved her life. She pulled her mane and flew through the air, and then returned to the back of the pale son. The impact of the landing directly hit her with tears.

Even the pale son couldn't help snorting in a low voice. Obviously it was uncomfortable. Of course, the voice was more anxious and uneasy. The little mouse on his head seemed to be sticking. Can't come down.

After a few miles, the monster was a little breathless. It is as if they inherited the common denominator of this kind of beast, full of explosive power, but lacking the necessary stamina. It had to slow down and even had a tendency to hit two rolls on the ground, and wanted to try if it could get Freya off its back.

But Freya was tormented by it, how could she let it slow down at this time, this monster just showed the sign of rolling to one side, she was shocked. As if blessed to the soul, he drew a dagger from the boots with his hands subconsciously, and stabbed his back with a dagger on the hip of the pale child.

It was a complete subconscious move. From the special methods of stimulating warhorses learned in the riding class, although warhorses are the closest partners of cavalry, they are in various needs on the battlefield, especially without spurs. All knights must learn Some special tricks.

Freya can be said to be living and learning. Directly applied to the pale son who sat down by himself, and this hand really worked. The wolf almost made a wailing sound, and the sound of unwillingness and anger was filled in the sound of the long urn, but it was painful. It really took another step, as if to escape the terrible woman on his back, and ran forward with his feet.

As soon as the wolf started running, Freya immediately began the process of sticking her back to her chest. The little girl couldn't help but be full of hardships and didn't know if she could be regarded as self-inflicted.

This run was a long time. Freya on the wolf's back only felt that the surrounding scenery was rapidly passing backwards, and the speed was getting faster and faster. When the ice walls on the two sides receded back, they almost joined together, as if A pale blue light curtain.

She was a bit surprised. I didn't expect these terrible monsters to have such a speed. It is no wonder that they can easily track them in the forest. You must know that most of the knights of the Folding Knights are in the gold field. Ordinary people do n’t say It's hard to follow even a group of people.

When she was so sighing, all of a sudden, the front view was empty. After the cracks in the glacier, it turned out to be an open valley, with cliffs on both sides of the valley bottom, and thick ice and snow on the rock walls.

It was at this time that Freya suddenly felt that the wolf under him was short and fell to her knees in the snow. After losing her center of gravity, she flew straight forward and flew out, behind the pale son. Naturally, the girl knight could not be spared. This time, the silver wolf mane that had always brought her good luck could not save her. After Freya made a few turns in the air, she finally screamed and flew out, bumping her head. Into the snowdrift.

"Ah," the girl cried out suddenly.

After a long while, she crawled out of the snowdrift, and she lay on the ground, standing with little strength, feeling as if she had fallen apart.

Looking back at the experience of the previous moment, she was a little scared. She didn't dare to imagine that she would have such an experience one day, which was really crazy. Freya herself didn't know how she made this decision at the time, it didn't look like her own sanity.

‘It ’s going to be like that guy ...”

She gritted her teeth, insisted on sitting up from the snow, first glanced into the canyon subconsciously, and saw the silver humanoid shadow from afar, and was approaching quickly in this direction.

Freya couldn't help but hesitated for a moment. She didn't expect that guy was still chasing herself, how much resentment it was. She looked at the pale son who had fallen to the ground again. She had completely lost her voice, thinking that she had died because she had run for too long and had been violent.

"Ah, how could this be ..."

She was taken aback, and probably didn't expect that she would kill a pale son like this. If she was still in Butch, she would be the capital that these guys brag about. But now it was nothing. She gritted her teeth and stood up. She was anxious to kill the other side while she was still on the wolf's back, but now the temporary mount died, and she was a little worried.

The monster was about to arrive soon, she couldn't run past the other person, and looked around, she had to find a way as soon as possible.

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ps. Come and surprise everyone! Guess what surprise? (To be continued ...)