For many years, Cangshi Kingdom has been invaded by nomadic people. However, no matter how the strength of Cang lion has changed in recent years, the threat from grassland people is temporary. On the one hand, this situation is caused by the fact that nomads can not adapt to the climate of the grey lion, or that the land of the grey lion is difficult to meet the food needs of their livestock and horses. But on the other hand, the reason why the soldiers of the Kingdom always won the final victory was that compared with the organic army of Cang lion, the soldiers of grassland people were too loose.


    "It''s a waste to give them such good horses." Walking through the chaotic camp, Lyon looked at those chaotic opponents and said scornfully.


    "Freedom gives them the strength to gallop on the grassland, but it is also doomed that they can not have partners like us who can protect their backs." Said sitter, grabbing an unfortunate ghost who passed by the yurt. The king''s thick arm held the man in his arms. The sharp blade under the edge of the fist had already cut the throat of the other party in the struggle.


    The young knight frowned when he saw his king''s action. He didn''t like to attack. However, his humble background also made Lyon very aware of the pragmatic role, so he did not say anything more. Instead, he pulled out the dagger in his boot and kept up with the king. With Lyon''s participation, the silent killing becomes more smooth. The two grey lion men kept attacking the enemy in the road, and even later they simply stood up and walked in the light and shadow.


    Lyon''s action did not escape the dwarf''s eyes. Andrea raised his eyebrows. He knew how troublesome the knight was in the human race, but this young man seemed different. Thinking of his old friend having such a loyal knight, the dwarf is more or less gratified. He still knows something about the darkness in the human court. Andre is very afraid that his human friend did not die under the claws of the monster, but eventually fell on the poisoned wine of his fellow humans.


    The sneak in was still going on. Andre couldn''t bear to think about it any more. He looked around to make sure that no one had noticed what was happening in the corner. Then he waved his hammer at the torch not far away! The fire broke and the fire broke.


    "Your bonfire is too stingy. Let me teach you what a dwarf bonfire is!"


    With the dwarves taking the lead, sitter and Lyon also began to consciously destroy the fire in the camp to create more chaos. The nomad''s disordered camp provided good conditions for the spread of the fire. The sound of the fire licking wood and leather, the neighing of horses in panic, and the roar and curse of human beings combined in a wild movement in the wind at night.


    The king''s team, however, had found their target half way before the movement, a single prairie priest. His upper body was naked, revealing weird tattoos on his muscles. Like other prairie people, the priest braided his long hair in intricate and fancy braids, lined with animal teeth and other bone ornaments, indicating the owner''s extraordinary identity.


    The guy seemed to have drunk so much before he went to bed that when the yurt where he was sleeping was lit, the drunken priest staggered out of the room at the last moment. However, before he was glad that he had not been burned to death because of drunkenness, in his hazy drunk eyes, he saw three guys who were absolutely not nomads and appeared in front of him with malicious smiles on their faces.


    Without waiting for the priest to react, sitter flew up and kicked him in the throat. The prairie priest felt the heat in his throat, and when he reached his throat, he was crushed back. The injury to his neck made his body fall back involuntarily. Andre had been waiting behind him for a long time. The dwarf punched the back of the target''s head, and the priest lost consciousness. But this was not over. Before the priest''s head fell to the ground, Andre grabbed the braided hair on the other side''s head, while the grey lion king in front of the priest seized the former''s legs and lifted the hapless man up.


    Lyon was stunned by the scene. Sitter and Andrea cooperated so skillfully that it was obvious that the king of the grey lion did this kind of business when he was wandering outside. The young knight was worried about whether he would be killed because he saw the unknown side of his majesty. But there is no room for Lyon to think about. Seeing the captive in his hand, the dwarf waved to the knight with his empty hand, indicating that they would begin to retreat.


    Although the prairie people''s camp had no rules, as a combat force, the riots they had created before quickly subsided. But as the angry nomad fighters searched for the culprit of the chaos, the three had already left the firelight with their booty. Lyon had to walk in the front of the team because of a prisoner. However, before he went far, the knight felt something was wrong. When he realized that his intuition came from the unusual silence behind him and looked back, Lyon''s rear was empty.


    "Damn it." The frightened Knight hastened in the opposite direction, trying to find his king in the waist deep weeds, but in vain. Although the bent stems in the grass proved that someone had actually walked through the plant, Lyon could not find any other clues, and the three men seemed to have disappeared out of thin air.The knight wanted to shout out the king''s name, and at this point he had nothing to do with it. However, the approaching fire proved to have stopped Lyon''s action, and the grassland people found their traces. This is also a normal thing, in order to ensure the speed of action, they did not intend to cover up their tracks. According to the original plan, several people should have been close to the garrison area of the Royal Army. Lyon didn''t want to fight the angry searchers alone.


    Although he wanted to continue searching for the grass nearby, Lyon was forced to give up by the approaching enemy. The knight lowered himself and slowly retreated into the grass. After making sure that he did not leave any obvious trace, he moved towards the grey lion by the moonlight in the sky. Perhaps his majesty had overtaken him unconsciously, and was waiting for the clumsy knight to catch up. Lyon was hoping for the last chance.


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