The city guards had not yet reacted from the shock and absent. Xia Lan, who led the Knights of the Holy Tribe, rushed straight into Cologne with a sharp momentum. The rapid horse's hooves, flying smoke and dust, and the sunlight poured into the silver armor through the thin clouds, reflecting dazzling light. In the deserted streets in the morning, the people who were stranded stood up one after another. Vaguely, someone heard the shouts and declarations outside the city, and suddenly felt a long-lost impulse and excitement in his heart!

It turns out that the temple did not forget them!

The horse stopped suddenly and looked around. In Xia Lan's eyes, the streets and alleys were surrounded by people, with their families everywhere. Their faces were full of numbness, and the eyes of a few people even showed fear and anger. Ironically, who would have thought that one day they would exchange roles with real refugees and endure even more difficult situations.

"People of the Church! I am the ninth battalion of the Knights under the Knights Order!"

Facing the gaze of the public, Xia Lan raised her long sword with a stern expression, and her voice was solemn in calmness.

He emphasized his name again because he needed people to remember his name firmly.

"The riots of refugees disrupted Cologne, which had been peaceful for a hundred years. Countless kind people suffered misfortunes. When you need protection the most, where are the town halls and noble troops you trust? Look! They allow the thugs to rush around, burn, kill, loot! They block the city gates there and cut off your hope of escape! Why are they not on the front line of suppressing the enemy? Why are they not protecting your lives and property? Why are they neglecting their duties and perfunctory?"

A series of questions made the whole street extremely quiet, and frown and puzzled expressions appeared on people's numb faces. At this time, a man in the crowd shouted angrily: "Where are the Holy Church? Where are you when we need you the most?"

"We're here!"

Xia Lan, who was riding on the war horse, glanced at the corner of her eyes, and he was condescending to him instantly saw the angry man who spoke inquiring.

"Why did we show up late? Why did we only have eleven people?"

Xia Lan did not have room to reply to the other party, but continued to whisper loudly on her own.

"Because! The regime and church in Cologne were infiltrated by a group of heretic cults! They secretly controlled the city hall and the army, blinded the church's rescue request. Without the clear official order of the bishop of the church, the Knights of the Holy Tribe stationed outside the city could not be dispatched at all. This time we came to Cologne in order to obtain the order of the bishop's dispatch, completely quell the chaos in Cologne, and smash the plot of pagans!"

"Now the city gate is open! Anyone who intends to seek escape protection can go to the residence of the Knights outside the city. This time, no one can stop you from a right to survive!"

Xia Lan pulled the horse's head, and the sword pointed at the city guards gathered in the direction of the city gate and shouted angrily.

"Those who dare to stop people from leaving! Kill without mercy!"

Xia Lan's last warning spread to everyone nearby, especially the soldiers blocking the direction of the city gate, and their faces changed drastically. They saw the power of the other party throwing spears to smash the city gate just now, not to mention that he was following a well-equipped powerful sacred cathedral knight team. If he wanted to confront such a team head-on, it would be tantamount to destroy it.

"Bold! Do you know that blocking the city gate is a common decision between the city hall and the church! Don't listen to his slander and incitement that is full of evil words. The church will never let him go after the investigation!"

A man who looked like a commander stood up from the city guards and shouted to the people around him.

"I will only ask you one thing, let me, let me not let me!"

Xia Lan rode a war horse and slowly came to the front. He didn't want to talk to the other party anymore. His straightforward tone was mixed with a strong threat.

"Line up! Guard the city gate to death!"

When the commander heard this, he decisively retreated to the city guards in front of him and ordered.

"Everyone! Come with me to fight for a path of blood!"

Not only the other party, but Xia Lan was even more so. With his order, the members of the follower of the Holy Knights team all showed their swords, and then charged towards the city guard positions without moving forward!

"Shoot the arrow! Shoot them to death!"

Seeing this, the commander hiding behind hurriedly ordered the crossbowmen on the city wall to shoot!

In an instant, feather arrows shot towards Xia Lan and the others like dense raindrops from the top of the city, but this attack did not hurt them at all. Instead, some innocent people who were panicked and scattered were mistakenly caught. Before the second round of arrow rain came, Xia Lan and others had already rushed to the front of the formation with great momentum. Facing the neat array lined with spears, Xia Lan's sharp sword edge drew an arc of sword energy, instantly swept the enemy in front of him. Taking advantage of the other party's panic, with this breakthrough, everyone behind him immediately swarmed in, like hungry wolf entering a flock of sheep, killing the enemy in the blink of an eye.

This is an extremely unequal battle. For the Knights of the Holy Tribes, their enemies have never been an army trained by ordinary people, but an evil heresy who transcends the mortals.

There were about two or three hundred soldiers gathered at the city gate. Due to the narrow terrain, they were unable to launch a large-scale formation and could only intercept Xia Lan and others through a certain range. Although the concentrated number of people can effectively exert the defensive hardness, once the enemy breaks through the lineup and the front line is defeated, it will inevitably seriously affect morale and cause a large number of casualties.

This city guard who resisted Xia Lan and the others was not as good as an elite and strong army, and could be said to be well-trained. Otherwise, the ordinary army would not even have the courage to fight against them and would scatter in groups.

Blood stains the robes, and murderous aura penetrates the cold clothes.

The ruthless sword, the shrill cry, the panic was like a contagious virus spreading continuously. Countless soldiers who died tragically declared a cruel and bloodthirsty massacre with their lives. Even if they knelt down and begged for mercy, they could not escape the fate of their throats.

War has never been kind, and only death is the best destination for the enemy.

Although his enemies were fellow countrymen living together on a piece of land.

After rushing back and forth several times, the soldiers at the city gate had already fled. As soldiers, they were not afraid of war, but they were afraid of enemies that would never be defeated, because this means that no matter how hard you struggle, you would be unable to change the result of defeat and death.

People are afraid of death, and soldiers are no exception.

The commander who was in charge of commanding them to fight saw that the situation was wrong and immediately fled at the battle. When Xia Lan came closer, the other party was gone.

The people who witnessed this killing seemed to have suffered a great impact. When Xia Lan returned victoriously, everyone dared not help but fear retreating, and did not dare to look at these cold-blooded and ferocious comrades.

"No one will stop your freedom again! No one will stop your hope of survival."

Xia Lan slowly rode from the middle of the street expressionlessly. He knew that the people were afraid, fearing that he would become a member of the corpse everywhere at the city gate. He understood this psychology, but did not deliberately comfort him. In the future, they would witness a more miserable picture than this, but they didn't know how many of them would live safely until that day.

"Escape! Before the heresy-controlled army arrives, escape quickly!"

Leaving this sentence, Xia Lan no longer paid attention to these anxious people and rode his horse towards the direction of Valladar Church.

As the sound of horse hooves gradually drifted away, the last trace of smoke fell, and all the escaped people who saw the tragic situation at the city gate vomited violently. The red blood completely dyed the white stone roads red, and the broken corpses twisted their hideous faces, blurred flesh, colorful and dark internal organs, and sticky brains all formed the prototype of the so-called hell on earth.

"Mother"

Nina's little face was pale and snuggled tightly beside Joanna, with deep fear in her eyes.

"Don't be afraid of Nina. With mother here, no one can hurt Nina!"

Joanna squatted down and comforted Nina with her hands.

"Mom's brother just now," Nina trembled in disbelief. "He is the ugly uncle I mentioned last time!"

"Huh?" Joanna was stunned and quickly recalled the appearance of the young sacred knight not long ago. Unfortunately, she could not contact Xia Lan any longer. In the end, she could only regard this as Nina's muttering. "Nina, you recognize the wrong person, he is not an ugly uncle."

"Ahem" At this time, a strong man next to Joanna coughed a few times and said, "Joanna, I have seen that man just now, he is the young man I met in a restaurant last time. I didn't expect that he would be a noble Knight of the Holy Tribe."

"So that's it, no wonder Nina recognized the wrong person." Joanna suddenly said.

"No! Nina definitely didn't recognize the wrong person! He is really an ugly uncle!" Seeing that her mother didn't believe what she said, Nina was so anxious that she was so hot that she was in her eyes.

"Okay, okay! Nina, don't cry, just do this. We will go to the Knight's residence outside the city to seek shelter. When the brother comes back, we will go to find him to see if he is really ugly uncle. Do you think you're OK?" Joanna easily calmed Nina's emotions. After all, she knew her daughter's personality too well.

"Okay! I hope Uncle Ugly will come back soon to meet us." In Nina's heart, she still stubbornly recognized Xia Lan, who had changed a lot after resurrecting the corpse, as her ugly uncle.

"Danne, I'm asking you along the way." Looking back, Joanna did not forget to thank the man beside her.

"You are so polite. Now everyone is sympathetic and it is appropriate to take care of each other and support each other." Dane touched the back of his head and said embarrassedly.

"Let's go quickly. The young knight said just now, and he should leave quickly before the army in the city has arrived. It would be too late if it is a little late." Joanna said.

"Don't worry, I'm here all the way!" Dane patted his chest and said.

After packing up his luggage, the three of them finally left Cologne with the people who fled.

After experiencing displaced escape again, Joanna couldn't help but sigh in the world. She thought that she had been away from the Angrien Kingdom, which was affected by the war, and came to the temple to reveal that the town under the rule of the mountain might start a new peaceful life. Who would have thought that in less than a year, she would become the identity of a fugitive again.

Looking back at Cologne.

Will you really be that cold young knight stained with blood? To be continued.
Chapter completed!