Were they... the weak ones?
When this thought emerged, Nigan was completely stunned. He subconsciously dismissed it as nonsense, but reality ruthlessly reminded him that even armed and in a two-on-one situation, they couldn't defeat their opponent.
They hated Roland Wimbledon, hated the Graycastle people, and hated firearms even more—precisely because of this unreasonable thing, a commoner from a humble background could threaten a knight who had trained for more than ten years. Those lowly people should have groveled at their feet, relying on their protection to live. This was the tradition of thousands of years, the order recognized by the world!
If firearms didn't exist, his brother and he would still be the invincible warriors they once were!
But the woman in front of him not only didn't use firearms, she didn't even have a weapon—they lost to their opponent in the area they were most confident in. This incredible fact collided with their beliefs, making him feel a little dazed for a moment.
"As expected of a witch, the best at spreading heresy... Winning by strength? Don't make me laugh!" Taros gasped deeply. "It's just using unclean power, polluting my divine stone... Cough cough, if the Hermes Church was still around, how would you dare to show your faces here? Besides the King of Graycastle who defiles tradition, you are the ones who deserve to go to hell the most!"
"Bullshit!" A man's voice suddenly interjected from the front of the carriage. "I am a member of the church. I've carried hundreds, if not dozens, of witches. They not only showed their faces, but also said I drive the carriage well! And the leaders of the church, past and present, are all witches. You're talking to me about tradition? This is the fucking tradition!"
Nigan and Taros exchanged glances—
It was clearly the coachman speaking!
There is always a way out.
Hijack the coachman, leave here first, and then there will be a chance for revenge!
As long as someone can hold off this wolf girl for a while.
Compared to the strength of the two, it was naturally better for the stronger brother to do it—
However, before Nigan could speak, Taros suddenly grabbed him, shouted, and threw him towards the wolf girl!
"Bro—" He looked at the other party in disbelief as he turned and ran towards the front of the carriage, leaving behind a rapidly receding back.
The woman mercilessly slapped him to the ground, and then kicked him in the head. The hammer-like blow made his eyes go dark, and he quickly lost consciousness. Just before the thoughts of surprise and despair were interrupted, he vaguely heard a whisper from above.
"Those people over there aren't people you can handle either..."
A distance of more than ten steps was only a moment. Just as Taros was about to rush to the driver's seat, a figure suddenly walked out from behind the front of the carriage.
It was also a woman, wearing a set of dark gray uniform, just as they had observed before, it was the attire of the four-wheeled carriage driver.
So a big carriage is equipped with two drivers.
This person can't be a witch, right?
Since she's just an ordinary person, then one or two doesn't make any difference—or rather, having one is enough to drive the carriage for him! Compared to the man who shouted, women are obviously easier to control.
Taros planned to capture the other party first, and then stab the guy who dared to refute him to death. As for the iron rod in the female coachman's hand, he didn't take it seriously at all.
He would reach out, subdue the woman, and then hold his sword against her neck, threatening her to submit.
But to Taros' surprise, the other party's expression was as calm as water, without even a ripple, as if she was ignoring his狰狞 appearance.
And even more surprising things were yet to come.
The female coachman slightly tilted her body, holding the iron rod above her head with both hands, clearly a starting stance for a chop!
This guy... actually knows swordsmanship?
Just as the thought emerged, the other party had already stepped forward, swinging the iron rod in her hand straight down at him—
Damn it!
This kind of wide-open move is completely a gamble with one's life. If it were in the eyes of an amateur, it would be no different from courting death, but to Taros, this blow actually swung out with the momentum of a mountain crushing down. And the forked iron rod at the front end seemed to have expanded dozens of times, covering all his paths of action!
Everything happened so fast.
He was already running at full speed, and there was no room to avoid it. If he maintained his posture, he might be able to stab the tip of his sword into her neck, but this rod would undoubtedly split his head open!
Simply—unreasonable!
Taros found that his body reacted before his consciousness. He hastily turned his sword, holding it horizontally above his head with both hands, trying to block the blow.
"Break!"
The woman's iron rod slammed hard on the center of the sword.
Under the huge force, the curvature of the short sword quickly exceeded its limit, and it shattered with a bang!
And the remaining force of the rod did not diminish, carrying sparks and flying metal shards, it smashed straight into his face.
How could this be...
Taros only felt a loud bang in his ears, and before he could even utter a sound, he fell straight to the ground, convulsing non-stop.
But that was already his body's autonomous reaction, his consciousness had long fallen into a coma.
"Solved?" Joe cautiously poked her head out of the car window.
"Yeah, if he had chosen to stab to the end, he might have been able to fight a few more rounds." Farina shook off the blood stains on the wrench. "Retreating at the last moment, one blow is enough. Of course, your lure was also crucial, well done."
Joe chuckled triumphantly, "Don't forget, I used to be a nobleman, and what nobles are best at is cursing people—I guarantee a hundred sentences without repeating one."
Farina raised her head, looking at the person she needed, "You are both nobles, but you are so different from them... I sometimes get lost in confusion, why is the difference between people so great, is this also the Creator's intention?"
"You are... also very different." Joe looked away slightly, but quickly looked back, "That's why I'm so drawn to you."
"Joe..."
"Farina..."
"Ahem, excuse me," Rogia interrupted their gaze, "Is that person dead?"
She saw the wolf girl carrying the unconscious attacker in one hand and walking to the front of the carriage, throwing him on top of the other person.
"Uh... I think there should still be a breath left." Farina replied, "Did you already know we were coming?"
Rogia nodded, "I heard your footsteps. Not only did I notice the commotion here at the first moment, but I was also able to quickly determine the engagement tactics, as expected of the former Captain of the Judgment Army."
"They basically lost their fighting spirit after fighting you, I just took advantage of the situation." Farina smiled, "What you said just now was indeed quite reasonable, if there is a chance in the future, can I also spar with you?"
Rogia shook her ears, "Of course, or rather, I couldn't ask for more."
"Those things can be said later," Joe sighed, "The problem now is... what should we do with these two guys?"
"Hand them over to the First Army to control, interrogate them first. Since they can wear armor, they are obviously not ordinary refugees." Rogia didn't care, "As for the subsequent disposal, let them decide."