The prince stepped on me to get to the top, I angrily flirted with the enemy's hostage

One after another burly and majestic figures rushed out.

Their attire was completely different from that of the Southern Kingdom's Imperial Guards. They only wore heavy leather armor inlaid with rough copper nails on their upper bodies, wide leather pants on their lower bodies, and suede boots on their feet.

The muscles in the exposed arms were knotted like the roots of an old tree, and the skin had a rough bronze color from long-term exposure to wind and sun.

His face was smeared with dark red and khaki oil paint, outlining a ferocious totem, and his eyes were fierce and wild, like a hungry wolf eyeing its prey.

The weapons in their hands are even more terrifying.

They were not standard swords, but heavy crescent-shaped battle axes, maces with hideous barbs, and even javelins as thick as small tree trunks.

"Kill them all! Capture that woman alive!"

A burly man who looked like a leader had the most complicated paint on his face. He held a huge double-edged battle axe in his hand. The axe blade flashed with an ominous cold light. He roared in a harsh tone and pointed at Su Rou!

"boom!"

These soldiers from the eastern part of the desert, caught in the bloody wind, crashed heavily into Su Chi and the remaining black-armored warriors.

"Dang - click!"

A warrior in black armor swung his sword to block the heavy crescent axe, but the steel blade was actually broken by the terrifying force.

The axe blade continued to force its way into his breastplate.

The chain mail tore like paper, and the dull sound of bones breaking made one's scalp tingle.

Blood and internal organs spurted out wildly!

On the other side, a sharp warrior's spear pierced the opponent's leather armor, but only earned him a violent roar.

The barbarian warrior ignored the spear shaft piercing his body and rushed forward with a roar. His huge hand covered with calluses tightly grasped the warrior's neck, and with the other hand he swung a heavy stone hammer and smashed the warrior's helmet.

The crushing advantage in equipment and the difference in physique were clearly revealed at this moment.

The Black Armored Warriors' fighting skills may be more sophisticated, and their formation coordination may be more tacit, but in the face of the opponent's absolutely brutal impact and the strange leather armor that combines toughness and defense, their advantages were quickly eroded.

Su Rou's eyes were red.

Like an enraged lion, he took the sword of a guard beside him and turned into a silver snake that took his life. Every time he swung it, there was a sharp sound of breaking through the air.

Wherever the sword flashed, a barbarian warrior would fall down with a scream, or his arms would be broken, or blood would spurt from his neck.

Her knife skills are fierce and tricky, focusing on key joints, trying to make up for the lack of strength with skill.

But there were too many barbarian warriors besieging him.

The heavy mace came at his back with a fierce wind. Su Rou narrowly avoided it by turning around. The blade cut the attacker's throat and hot blood sprayed all over his face.

Another heavy javelin whizzed towards him, and he could only roll over in a panic, his long sword leaving sharp sparks on the ground!

"Go!"

Su Chi roared like a beast again, and saw from the corner of his eye that Su Rou was being entangled by two barbarian warriors holding scimitars, and was in danger.

He threw the long sword in his hand suddenly, and it pierced through the chest of a barbarian warrior rushing towards Su Rou like lightning.

He was hit hard on the shoulder blade by a heavy axe handle!

"Crack!" A clear sound of bone breaking!

Su Chi clenched his teeth and didn't scream.

The tall body swayed, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

But his ferocity grew even stronger, and he continued to attack like a wounded tiger!

Su Rou's heart sank to the bottom.

The dagger in her hand accurately blocked the incoming scimitar, and the sharp tip of the blade left a deep blood groove on the opponent's thick arm where the bone was visible.

But the opponent's leather armor was extremely tough, and her dagger could only leave shallow scratches, which was not fatal.

Another barbarian warrior's scimitar came at her waist with a fierce wind. She tapped the ground with her toes and leaned back at an incredible flexible angle, and the blade brushed past her nose!

Run separately!

This is the only way.

She suddenly swung away the scimitar that was entangled in front of her, and her plain figure quickly shuttled through the woods, so fast that only a faint shadow was left.

"Chase! Don't let her run away!"

The leading desert warrior roared furiously and pointed his giant axe.

Several barbarian warriors immediately chased after him, howling like hyenas smelling blood.

Heavy footsteps and heavy breathing were following closely behind Su Rou!

The trees were rapidly receding before my eyes.

She didn't dare to stop for a moment, and increased her speed to the extreme, running towards higher ground.

The pursuers behind him were like leeches, and the distance between them was slowly closing.

She could clearly hear the other party's heavy footsteps and the curses with a foreign accent.

Ahead, the trees gradually thinned out, and a steep cliff suddenly appeared at the end of the sight.

The cliff walls were as if cut by a knife or an axe, and there was no bottom in sight, with only swirling clouds and mist rolling below.

On the edge of the cliff, several gnarled thuja trees stretched their branches tenaciously in the strong wind.

There is no road!

Su Rou suddenly stopped and stopped at the edge of the cliff.

The biting mountain wind instantly filled her clothes and made her hair dance wildly.

She turned around, her back to the abyss, and faced several desert warriors who had caught up to her and were surrounding her in a fan shape.

They had cruel grins on their faces, like a cat playing with a mouse, and their eyes were as if they were looking at a prey that had fallen into a trap.

Weighing the heavy weapon in his hand, he approached step by step.

The leading man licked his cracked lips and stiffly squeezed out a few words, "Kneel down and I'll spare your life."

Su Rou stood straight, her back as straight as a javelin.

The mountain breeze blew her blood-stained plain clothes, outlining her slender yet tough outline.

There was no fear on her face, only an icy calm.

Those bottomless eyes swept across the ferocious faces in front of them, and finally looked towards the dense forest behind them where the fighting was taking place.

People should be chasing after me, right?

Third brother and the others should be fine.

She slowly raised the dagger in her hand.

The dark dagger reflected the pale sunlight on the cliff top, as well as her own resolute eyes.

"dream."