Chapter Thirteen: Cavalry of Night Colors

  The sound of galloping hooves in the dead of night was unusual enough in Yorkshire, especially when it wasn't just one horse - from the rapid, successive hoofbeats, Dean could tell that this was a group of at least five horses, and to achieve such a frequency and produce such loud hoofbeats, they had to be warhorses!

  Has the matter of Horn Town been exposed?

  Are these pursuers?

  Because of the warhorse, Dean subconsciously thought of Roman Pola, who was killed by him in Hornstown, and the Yorkshire Cavalry, which was quite famous in the four northern counties - not only local bandits, but also replaced the role of law enforcement officers, chasing some murderers who committed big cases, such as killing a noble like him.

  However, the next moment Dean denied his own guess - in such a powerful cover-up and elimination of clues, if the Yorkshire cavalry could still find their way to the door at such a fast speed, then the other party would not be well-known in the four northern counties, let alone in the entire Gothdz.

  Although he had doubts in his heart, Dean's movements didn't slow down. He patted the horse beside him, letting it enter a nearby thicket, while he himself picked up something from the carriage and headed into another thicket - when choosing a resting place, Dean instinctively looked for places that could be quickly left or hidden; and in fact, this choice proved to be somewhat laborious, but at critical moments, it had considerable effect.

  What about the horse-drawn carriage?

  Although the body is smaller than the traditional carriage, it is not possible to enter this kind of shrubbery at will. Once entered, it would be thoroughly exposed and cause others to be vigilant. It's better to stay in place - Dean had to cut off the wooden dragon bones inside the yoke and make some abandoned fake appearances.

  And it was just because of this that when Dean drilled into the previously selected shrubs, the loud horseshoe sound was already at his feet - six riders, one in front and five behind, appeared in Dean's line of sight in the night; The rider in front had to lean forward to make the horse run faster, and the figure looked a bit flustered. The weapons in the hands of the five riders behind him were shining brightly in the dark, which undoubtedly explained the hostile relationship between the two sides.

  However, the armor of the five riders behind confirmed Dean's previous guess - Yorkshire Cavalry.

  "Halt!"

  In the midst of such a loud shout, the man who led the Yorkshire cavalry threw his long sword forward, forcing the riders in front to dodge; however, it was clear that his riding skills had not reached a high level - as a result, the cost of making an evasive action on the galloping horse was that he fell off the horse, revealing the face that had been bent down to cover.

  Huh?!

  When Dean, who was hiding on the side, saw the face of the fugitive, he couldn't help but pause for a moment - this face was not unfamiliar to Dean, after all, in the morning, he had traveled with the other party and even had more than one conversation with him; yes, this fugitive was the same merchant who spoke with the accent of the three southern counties, and was considered by Dean to be one of those who were worth a lot.

  It was clear that the person who had chosen to leave with the merchants this morning was not alone, but there were others. However, Dean's gaze was filled with suspicion, and the other person's physique was clearly not that of a seasoned warrior, nor did their palms have the calluses left by constantly holding weapons. Even their pale skin was enough to suggest that they had been pampered and lived a life of luxury - it was precisely this that had caused Dean to overlook them.

  After all, such a person would absolutely not be an assassin or robber; however, they were being pursued by the cavalry of Yorkshire, among which some issues are undoubtedly quite intriguing.

  Just as Dean was lost in thought, everything in front of him continued on---

  The fugitive, disguised as a merchant, although thrown from his horse, did not react slowly. Before the Yorkshire cavalry could catch up, he rolled and crawled towards the carriage left by Dean.

  It was clear that on this small open space, only this damaged carriage could be used as a defensive fortification to rely on, even if the defensive fortification was simple and crude, but it was better than nothing; and because of the angle, Dean could clearly see that the fugitive had pulled out a small hand crossbow and a ring inlaid with gems.

  That small and exquisite crossbow was not unfamiliar to Dean, it was almost the favorite of any assassin, on par with short swords and daggers; and that gemstone ring...

  When Dean saw the red gemstone flashing above, his whole body tensed up - a magical object.

  “Ai！”

  At the familiar shout, the flashing ruby suddenly burst into a brilliant light, and a fireball the size of a human head shot out with an arrow-like speed towards the five cavalrymen behind; the first to bear the brunt was the leader who had thrown the long sword, instantly surrounded by flames.

  Boom!

  In the midst of the explosive roar mixed with flames, the leader of the cavalry was blown to smithereens, and the surrounding cavalrymen were also injured, especially the warhorse that was startled by the flames. The most severe one was attacked by both the flames and the horse's hooves, causing his chest armor to be deeply dented, clearly a fatal wound.

  Whoosh... whoosh... whoosh...

  At this moment, the arrow appeared, shot from a crossbow. Although the arrow was short and small, its power under the strong spring was not to be underestimated; however... The archery of this pursuer was really too bad, three arrows missed two targets, and the remaining one hit the target, but only shot in the thigh.

  With a sudden, pained cry, the arrow-struck cavalryman collapsed to the ground, while the remaining two cavalrymen, though also wounded, continued to creep towards the carriage where their quarry was hiding - it was clear that these cavalrymen were well aware that a hand crossbow could only be loaded with three arrows at a time, and they did not want to give their opponent time to reload.

  If you really do that, it's simply making a joke of your own life.

  Dean gazed at the ongoing battle before him, especially at the corpse shattered by the fireball, and a faint glimmer flickered in his narrowed eyes: "What kind of thing could make these York cavalrymen so desperate?"

  In the face of the task, there are indeed desperate men who would risk their lives, but they would never be the York cavalry with a certain reputation in the four northern counties. The fact that these York cavalry acted out of character suggests that something important must have happened, so important that even their own lives were at stake.

  "Ai ke! Ai ke! Come out and pick me up quickly!"

  A sudden shout burst forth from the mouth of the fleeing man, causing the two advancing cavalrymen to pause in surprise, quickly ducking down and cautiously scanning their surroundings. Meanwhile, Dean, who was hiding nearby, also froze for a moment; however, his face soon flashed with a hint of cold intent - although the other party had discovered that this carriage belonged to him, which gave Dean a slight sense of unexpectedness, one thing was certain: the other party was absolutely not harboring good intentions.

  Whether it was distracting the two cavalrymen or giving him time to reload, it came at the cost of being pulled underwater.

  There was no doubt this wasn't good news for Dean at all.

  What he did in Hornburg and what he carried on him would be a huge trouble if discovered, especially the latter - crossbow, which is banned in all four northern counties; even Dean suspected that the other party might have found out what he was carrying, so they dared to shout loudly at this time, trying to pull him down.

  Deane took a deep breath, picked up the crossbow that had been loaded with arrows beside him, slightly raised and aimed, then pulled the trigger.

  Bang!

  Whoosh!

  In a faint sound, the arrow shot out from the crossbow and pierced through the throat of the fugitive who was loading the hand-held crossbow.

  Blood bubbles emerged from his mouth, the pursued man wanting to say something but nothing came out; however, the opponent who stared wide-eyed until death apparently couldn't understand why Dean would make him his first target, and even if he wanted to deal with him, he should have taken care of the cavalry behind him first.

  Rather than eliminating potential helpers at this moment and increasing one's own danger from the enemy.

  Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

  Dein didn't have time to consider the thoughts of the pursuer, after the first arrow was shot from the crossbow, he picked up the second crossbow at hand - unlike the previous one that was captured from Basoum, the second one was obtained from the goods with Galen, a brand new frame and mechanism made the crossbow's power sufficient.

  As for why they attacked the Yorkshire Cavalry?

  In situations where the other party obviously won't reconcile with him, Dean usually takes the initiative to attack first!

  Almost in the next moment, one of the two cavalrymen was also shot through the throat, and the remaining two were killed on the spot under the arrow's shooting - compared to using a crossbow, Dean's archery skills were equally good, and even to some extent, they were more powerful than his swordsmanship.

  After all, in that long career as an assassin, Dean was able to escape unscathed, relying on this method of retreating a thousand miles after one strike.

  Three small white light spheres coalesced from the bodies of three knights and flew into Dean's body.

  【XP+3】

  【XP+3】

  【XP+3】

  Three consecutive and uninterrupted hints, indicating Dean's gains this time; of course, this is only a part of the gain. When Dean walked in front of the pursuer, turned over the skin bag carried by the opponent, and immediately had gains other than the hand crossbow and the used magic ring.

  A surprisingly pleasant surprise!

  New PS book is out, it's like fresh meat~~ I'm so exhausted, please support me and swallow it down~~