More than a dozen of the personal guards had resolved about ten of them in an instant, and later on, Freya had taken advantage of the chaos to kill another ten or so.
Now there were only five or six imperial soldiers left.
These people, although they were blinded by money, but their own physical qualities were real imperial soldiers, and their speed was slightly higher than that of the Baron's personal guards.
At this moment, the survivors of the few hearts want to run, ordinary guards are unable to stop.
Although the horses were frightened by the sound of shouting and killing some agitation, but did not scatter to run away, at this time a few imperial soldiers ran towards the horse like the wind.
Freya slightly narrowed her eyes, silk airflow slowly surfaced around her body, and her originally fast speed was once again increased.
The rapid figure swept past, almost bringing up residual shadows.
''Pfft.''
The crossed swords in his hand easily pierced through the back of the head of the person who was running at the very back, and out of inertia, that person also ran forward a few steps before collapsing.
Without even looking at the man who had become a corpse, Freya coldly grunted and chased after him again.
The precise crossed swords swung quickly in her hands, quickly ending two more soldiers.
However, the remaining two had already mounted their horses.
Good riding skills quickly made the warhorse gallop.
"Damned guys! You guys wait to receive the wrath of my Byron army!" A soldier riding on the warhorse looked at the young girl who had been thrown off and roared in anger and provocation.
"......"
Looking at the two soldiers who were getting farther and farther away from her on the avenue towards the distance, Freya's face was gloomy as she drew the short sword that had been hidden from her back.
Her right arm stretched out at its limit, then suddenly shot out.
A silver-coloured light, like an arrow, nailed directly to the back of the shouting soldier's heart, penetrating through his body, and even the warhorse in front of him was also penetrated.
After a sharp tumble, it finally turned into pieces.
The soldier in front of him, seeing the tragedy behind him, was even more terrified and roared as he plunged the dagger in his hand into the warhorse's rump, and his speed was instantly raised to a new level.
Freya's icy gaze looked at the cavalryman who had already escaped from her attack range, her face grim to the extreme.
If they were to escape, with the distance between them and the large army, it would likely bring about extremely serious consequences.
"Damn it!" Brows furrowed, Freya turned around and quickly drew up a plan to escape in her head.
But any way to think about it would require a great deal of risk.
Freya looked at the crowd who were silently cleaning up the corpses, their faces weren't very good either, so she thought that she knew what was going on behind the scenes.
Just as Freya wanted to open her mouth to say something, suddenly a miserable wail came from the distance.
Turning around furiously, Freya found that in the distance the fleeing soldier's entire body, even his horse, flew into mid-air.
And in front of him, a middle-aged man with a majestic figure and solemn face was striking a fist-swinging stance, a circle of violent air currents in his periphery, causing loose blonde hair to fly around.
It was clearly her father, Andre.
At this moment, in that circle of explosive flow-like chi sensation, the Baron's body slowly shrunk gradually returning to his normal body.
With a cold face, he lifted his foot and blasted the soldier who was still ** down.
"Father..." murmured Freya in some surprise.
However, then she thought that the Baron, who was not far away, must have seen it when Nick gave the signal, but she just didn't expect that he would directly block the path that these soldiers had to go through.
On the other side of the town's exit, a black carriage was driven slowly by Darmstine, looking at Freya with a smile on his face.
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The Baron who had done his finishing work waved his hand expressionlessly to Freya's side.
"Let's go, miss!" Darmstine said silently behind her.
"Hmm!" Freya nodded and helped the somewhat over-exerted Howard to the carriage before getting in herself.
She understood that the fact that the only escapee had been taken out by the Baron also signalled that there wouldn't be any problems anytime soon.
The caravan that had just paused for a while moved again.
The corpses of the imperial soldiers had been buried on the spot, while the remaining war horses and weapons were also taken possession of by the personal guards, after all, the road was still long, and some things that could be used should not be wasted.
The crowd was silent along the way, even Eric felt the heavy atmosphere making him uncomfortable.
The Baron had mounted a war horse and was still walking in front.
For her father's silence, in fact, Freya knew that it was his tolerance of himself.
Since childhood, the Baron has never scolded her, even the heavy words are rarely said, he has always been to use this kind of similar spoiling way to care for her to love her, even though there is no flowery language, but this is the father's feelings towards her.
By normal judgement, Freya's decision for this sudden siege was somewhat forced but really hasty.
If Howard hadn't roared so much at that time to let his personal guards boldly kill some people, perhaps more people would have escaped at that time, after all, the strength of these cronies was there.
Perhaps it was the fact that she had a lot of confidence in her own Knight-class strength that made her make such a decision, but the fact that she almost caused a big disaster afterwards also made her wake up a lot.
It was important to know that becoming a Knight-class expert was difficult but its number was not very small, and there were too many things that restrained Knight-classes.
For example, powerful bows and crossbows, man-to-man tactics, **... There were even strong people who were even more powerful than Knight-classes who were Grand Knights.
All these normal or abnormal things could end Freya's life.
Enough to make her gradually condescending thoughts slowly collect themselves.
Frya, who was slowly quieting down in her mind, gently stroked the crossed swords in her hand, her azure eyes filled with serenity as she slowly digested the lessons she received this time.
Suddenly, Nick, who was originally in the front, controlled his warhorse and approached towards Freya's carriage, reaching out and handing over a short sword to her.
"Miss, this is what the Baron Lord in front asked me to hand over to you." Nick bowed his head and respectfully said.
"Oh?" Freya took the short sword and looked at it, it was clearly the one she had shot at the fleeing soldiers.
There were no traces of blood or anything like that on it, and it was obvious that it had been carefully wiped.
Looking at Freya who received the short sword, Nick consciously pivoted his horse back to the front of the group.
Gently flicking the short sword, making a crisp tinkling sound, she smiled and inserted the sword into the scabbard hidden behind her back, if she lost the short sword, perhaps her strongest move might have to be greatly reduced, which was a not-so-small nuisance.
And in her heart, the more and more she affirmed the baron's position in her heart.
Three days later.
An endless turquoise grassland, four black carriages and numerous personal guards on warhorses moved slowly.
Gusts of gusty wind whistled and blew on the grassland, flooding it with layers of green waves like an ocean.
Riding a black warhorse, Freya, who was walking at the end, gently gathered up her golden hair that was blown away by the wind.
She looked back at the fading road, where a black stone like a giant was erected, that was the boundary stone between the country and the country, and she didn't know what she was thinking in her hazel eyes.