"Godfather, the enemy soldiers are coming!"

The messenger stood up suddenly, pushed the maid down, and the screen fell to the ground with a few clangs. He didn't even look at it, and kicked the table away with his legs, and said furiously: "These thieves don't know how to lift up!"

Listening carefully, you can indeed hear the shouts of killing in the distance.

"We have a high city and a deep pond, what are we afraid of thieves?"

This godson is really annoying.

"Give others ambition and destroy your own prestige!"

As the maid screamed again, the godson of the messenger who came to report the message died and fell to the ground. Before her death, there was still the incredible feeling of being killed. The maid hid in the corner, fearing that the next person to die would be her. Fortunately, she escaped.

After a long time, the expected death did not come.

The maid panted and put down her hands, raised her eyes and saw that the dark camp was empty and the corpse lying on the ground gradually became cold.

She crawled over with almost hands and feet.

He took off his shirt as a bag, pulled some precious ornaments, picked up some scattered food from the ground as dry food for escape. There was already a mess outside the camp, and the dark night sky flashed from time to time, and the faint shouts of killing drifted across the high wall and drilled into her ears. The soldiers guarding the camp around should have run to fight against the enemy. She ran all the way but did not meet anyone. Soon, he mingled into the nearby commoners' team of fleeing nearby and was pushed forward by the crowded crowd...

"ah--"

The ground under my feet trembled violently.

The maid tripped by someone pushed behind.

His feet are everywhere, and he is about to be trampled to death.

At the critical moment, a louder explosion and earth-shaking swaying sound came, and the escape team that could have stood firmly fell down. The maid didn't care about being embarrassed, and used her strength to push away the hands and feet that were overwhelmed by her body, and tried her best to get closer to the corner.

The others were just rushing to escape, and they wanted to catch something in panic. The maid kicked several people, her clothes were torn out of shape, and there were blood marks from her nails on her naked skin. As soon as she stood still, the air waves generated by the explosion blew her around, and the gravel that flew from somewhere left blood marks on her face.

She couldn't breathe, almost desperate.

The eaves above her head finally couldn't bear it and collapsed in another impact. When she found out, she could no longer hide.

"Help--"

Her voice was drowned out by more cry for help.

I don't know if she should be said to be lucky, but the heavy wooden beam fell down against her shoulders, and the tiles of this height could not kill anyone. After a dizzy moment, the explosion seemed to stop, and the noisy sound seemed to have been turned down, and only blurry movements could be heard.

There was no time to think about the reason, there was only one thought in my mind—

Escape and survive!

She climbed over the collapsed courtyard wall and wanted to find another way to avoid the crowd. She was frightened to find that the moonlight above her head was suddenly swallowed by something. When she looked up, she almost lost her soul. A huge rock flew from the sky, and was about to hit the area.

It's over!

She waited in despair for the kiss of death.

I could already think of my body being smashed into bloody and fuzzy.

The moment the huge rock was about to land, it inexplicably turned into "sand and stone rain".

The maid was covered in a straight face below.

The blood mixed with sand on her face made her almost unable to open her eyes. She lay on the ground and panted, shocking herself to be alive.

He endured the discomfort and opened his eyes, and vaguely saw something shiny passing through the sky, followed by an almost illusory figure that was standing tall and stood on the ground and was cut off by the snow-liang thing. The latter staggered back two steps, and the light hit the shadow's face and scolded him.

"Go down!"

The face of the illusory figure was sunk by huge force.

ヽ(ー_ー)ノ

Alas, Coke knocked over and dirtyed the service's aluminum keyboard, so he could only change it.

I thought I would take it apart tomorrow and wash it clean, which made me feel a headache.
Chapter completed!