The carriage stopped by the roadside, and the Qiaomu brothers were busy tying the vehicles together so they could be driven by a single person.

After some intense arguing, the witches were finally persuaded by Annie and followed Xiao Chou into the woods first.

Soon it was Yoko's and the others' turn.

"My lord, we should go too," Yanshan said, passing by him with a bag of grain on his back. "Otherwise, if the enemy finds out, all our efforts will be in vain."

"Wait a moment, I want to say a few more words to her."

He had thought it would take a long time to make a decision on this matter, but he didn't expect to confirm the selection in less than a quarter of an hour.

The person who stepped forward was Seventy-Six.

Although Yanshan and Annie also expressed their willingness to stay behind and cover the retreat, Yoko, as the nominal leader of the team, ultimately chose her.

"I received five years of fighting training in Hei Qian, and I'm a fast runner, so don't worry too much about me." Seventy-Six's statement was simple, so simple that it was like an ordinary farewell. "Didn't you say there was a village ahead? After I drive the carriage there and mingle with the villagers, they will definitely not find me. After the turmoil is over, I will meet up with you at the border city of Greycastle. Remember to wait for me there."

However, the Magician secretly told him that the village was far away, thirty miles away, and that it was almost impossible for the person who stayed behind to reach it before the knights. Moreover, connecting the carriages together would greatly reduce the speed, making the opportunity even more slim.

If the pursuers were not acting on the orders of the Lord of the Morning Light to capture the witches, then it would all be a false alarm. But if the other party was like the Magician feared, how would the deceived knights vent their anger on Seventy-Six? Yoko could imagine it even with his eyes closed.

He vaguely realized that if the convoy was intercepted by the Royal Capital Knights, the only one who might survive would be himself. Anpeiin. Moa might use this to demand a large ransom from Roland and mock him as a joke for the nobles, but he would certainly not easily send him to the guillotine. Apart from him, everyone else would basically only face death if captured.

Perhaps he was the one who should stay behind to attract the attention of the pursuers.

Yoko had also wanted to step forward several times, but fear made his feet completely unable to move, and in the end, he couldn't say the words.

The ambassador is the face of the king, and I can't be captured and ridiculed, because that would be equivalent to insulting the King of Greycastle. He could only comfort himself in this way, and if he didn't think like this, he couldn't even look Seventy-Six in the eye.

Damn it, she was just a slave he bought.

Yoko walked up to Seventy-Six and was about to say something, but the other party spoke first, "My lord, this is my own choice, and it has nothing to do with Hei Qian. Although Yin Mian always taught us to be ready to sacrifice for Hei Qian at any time, I don't like it there at all. I thought I would spend my whole life underground, pleasing those guests, and when I got old, become the new Yin Mian, or be assigned as a handyman, never seeing the light of day. But you took me away from there, allowing me to feel the vast world outside, and I have no regrets. Hurry into the woods, it will be too late if you delay any longer."

"But..."

"Thank you, my lord," Seventy-Six smiled, "Without your words, I might have been beaten to death in the underground cave long ago, this life belongs to you. And I may not even be in trouble. If there is a chance, let's meet again in Greycastle."

"My lord, we have to go," the Qiaomu brothers urged from behind.

Yoko took a deep breath and turned to leave.

That's right, she's just a slave.

This is the most appropriate choice.

Even though he thought so, his heart felt as if it was blocked.

Before entering the woods, Yoko looked back one last time, only to see the convoy slowly moving forward under the command of Seventy-Six. She didn't stop, nor did she wave goodbye, as if this was just a simple farewell.

Just like her reason for stepping forward.

Soon, the shadows of the trees obscured his vision.

Seventy-Six didn't let the convoy keep going.

After traveling about half a mile, she stopped the horses.

Any further, and she wouldn't be able to see the entrance to the woods.

She jumped off the horse and sat on the back of the carriage, quietly waiting for the arrival of the pursuers.

The time spent sitting idly might be long, but for her it was only a brief moment. In her long years, the one thing she had plenty of was time, and waiting had long become a habit.

As the sun gradually set, the figures of the knights appeared at the end of the road.

They were not wearing the badges or ribbons of the Royal Capital Knights, but the exquisite armor and tall horses indicated that the pursuers did indeed come from the big city.

Seventy-Six silently counted the number of people, a total of thirty-five, half of whom were squires. However, from their eyes and actions, it could be seen that these squires were no worse than the knights in small places.

Seeing the carriage parked by the roadside, the leader frowned. He cracked his whip in the air, and the knights immediately swarmed up and surrounded the convoy.

"Sir Logan, there's no one in the carriage!"

"Interesting... it seems our Greycastle ambassador also sent out scouts," Logan sneered. "Cao, Jester, the two of you go back and check the footprints on both sides of the road. Since they abandoned the carriage and fled, there can't be no traces."

This sentence already explained their intention.

"Sir, this woman..."

"Cut off her hands and feet, interrogate her briefly, but since she dared to stay here, you probably won't get anything out of her."

"No need, they escaped into that forest." Seventy-Six stood up and said, "Not far behind you. But..."

"But what?" A knight had already drawn his sword, and his other empty hand reached out towards her arm.

Obviously, even if she said the answer, these people didn't plan to let her go.

"But you won't have a chance to make trouble for the witches again."

Seventy-Six flipped her hand and raised it, grabbing the other party's wrist with lightning speed, and then pulled hard, the burly knight flew up and fell into her arms like a child.

And his head was right under her armpit.

Her shoulders closed slightly, and the armor made a teeth-grinding creaking sound, followed by a crack, and the helmet left its original position, misaligned with the neck armor by about a fist's width.

The knight convulsed, like a dehydrated fish.

"Let go of Charlie!"

"Damn it, kill her!"

The others drew their swords and stabbed at her.

Seventy-Six pushed the knight with the broken neck towards the attackers, forcing them to parry with their swords, while she grabbed the fallen sword of the unfortunate man and slashed at the nearest enemy.