Chapter 32 - Chapter 32: Chapter 31 Fatal Gamble (2/2)
Finally, the light of Dawn illuminated the jungle, and the reflection of the snow brightened the surroundings, filling everyone’s heart with the joy of relief.
Lucius couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief as he patted Byrne’s shoulder and said,
“Let’s not leave the jungle just yet, I’ll go ahead and scout the situation. Let’s rest here for thirty minutes.”
The air around was still exceedingly cold, but the light had completely driven away the darkness, and deep in Lucius’s heart, he couldn’t suppress the feeling of joy at having escaped to safety!
We survived!
However, not long after Lucius had left, a warning from the great Lord of the Lost emerged in the deepest recesses of his mind.
The message contained within that great will was… not to move forward carelessly, there were enemies ahead!
Lucius was shocked as he gazed towards the bright exit of the jungle, falling into a long silence.
——
Karl’s intangible consciousness rose high, centering on the transparent bottle in Irene’s hand as he looked around, and quickly spotted an entire troop of Cyart cavalry waiting outside the jungle ahead.
Behind them, in several directions, hundreds of Cyart infantry were also advancing slowly, holding flintlocks and gradually enclosing on their position.
He was acutely aware that if things continued this way, the people of the Fischer family would be completely captured.
Karl’s consciousness leapt a great distance to near the cavalry unit, which totaled only a hundred riders – not many – among which only three were Extraordinary Exponents who possessed different Knight Bequests.
The leader was none other than the black armored knight who had led the charge the day before.
Under the black helmet visor was the serious face of a middle-aged man, with a full head of red hair. His demeanor was entirely different from the surrounding cavalry, undoubtedly a true noble.
The entire situation was nearly hopeless.
They faced a blockage ahead and pursuers behind, and it seemed as if the Cyart could unpredictably pinpoint their location.
Karl immediately relayed the information back to the three members of the Fischer family.
“These Cyart people have really ‘cheated’ through and through.”
Lucius took a deep breath, feeling an overwhelming sense of powerlessness as sweat slowly trickled down his back, even experiencing a sense of déjà vu.
The current predicament was like the one from years ago, when he had encountered that giant black dragon—a gamble at every step, where one wrong move could mean no burial for the dead.
The immense pressure felt like an invisible force, continuously and tightly constricting Lucius’s mental and physical being, making it hard for him to breathe.
Lucius closed his eyes and bowed his head with genuine devotion, slowly speaking:
“Great Lord of the Lost, I pray to you.”
“I sincerely ask that you protect all members of the Fischer family.”
“Next, I will lead away the cavalry troop up ahead, please allow the rest of the family to immediately pass the road ahead, without the slightest delay.”
Lucius seemed to be talking to himself, but in fact, he was speaking to the Lord of the Lost.
His speed of movement was undoubtedly the fastest among them all, with the most abundant stamina and combat ability that went without saying.
If that cavalry unit directly engaged the people of the Fischer family, it would be over for everyone, so he had to lead them away himself.
Lucius did not look back but went alone, sword in hand, actively seeking out the cavalry unit.
He believed the great Lord of the Lost was protecting the Fischer family and would definitely convey his thoughts to Byrne and Irene.
The next thing to do was to briefly distract the cavalry unit, then try to survive. Although it was undoubtedly an extremely difficult and dangerous action, Lucius knew it was another deadly gamble he couldn’t escape, similar to the one from years ago.
Only this time, the “chips” on the perilous gamble were not just the important people beside him, but also himself!