The carriage is moving slowly on the grassland. As a matter of fact, the speed of the carriage has slowed down to almost the speed of human walking, and it is even insufficient. This is mainly because the grassland increases the difficulty of driving, and there is obviously no road for vehicles on the grassland. But that doesn''t mean people on the bus can accept that speed.


    "We should give up the cart. There are two horses pulling it. One of us is just right." This is the third time Batu has tried to persuade others to do so in two days.


    "I''ve said many times that these two horses are not the kind you often ride. They are the kind of cart pulling and carrying goods. They can''t run when you sit on them. Besides, there are food reserves in the car. If you give up the carriage, even if you carry a part of it on your body, you will discard nearly half of it. Besides, with the help of the carriage, at least we don''t need to sleep in the open air. " Lothar said to the boy sitting next to him, waving his whip in boredom. Since being easily knocked down by the count, Batu has shown extraordinary respect for the former.


    So the boy said nothing more. The two horses that he tried to pull were also able to find evidence of their completion. However, before long, the two horses stopped and said, "what''s the matter? There''s still some time before noon. We have to continue before..."


    Batu''s words stopped naturally after seeing Lothar''s expression. He followed the driver''s eyes and saw a vague shadow on a slightly raised hill in the distance. But before he could recognize more details, the shadow disappeared behind the hill. "Tut, the haunted one." Lothar spat, with a slight disdain in her voice. "Well, that guy''s gone. Let''s keep going. Wait a minute. What''s wrong with you?"


    This time it was the boy''s turn to look ugly. It was obvious that Batu''s face was not right. His eyes were fixed on the hill where the shadow had disappeared, and a cold sweat came from his forehead.


    "How many times have you seen him?" Batu asked, with a slight tremor in his voice, as if he were frightened.


    "If I didn''t miss it, it would be the second time. What''s wrong? Do you know what that guy wants to do? " With Lothar''s eyesight, he could be sure that the shadow he saw was not a monster or ghost. It was a man, a man on a horse. The count was instinctively displeased by the fact that a rider was observing the movement of the carriage at such a long distance. But after all, he is not a child of this grassland. I don''t know what it means. In Lothar''s view, perhaps the other side is just confirming whether they are hostile or trying to invade their territory.


    "He is a scoundrel. His presence means that the tribal leaders have gathered. Tomorrow is the third day, and the night after tomorrow is the full moon." The boy screamed in horror, and his words began to mix with the local language of grassland people. Even when he was not so frightened, the content he uttered was beyond Lothar''s comprehension. Fortunately, the count knows who can solve this problem.


    At noon, there is time for horses and passengers to stop and rest on the grassland. For most people, a long journey in a carriage is not a pleasant experience. Even if it is from the hand of the craftsman led by the hammer, it is very popular in the royal capital, and the most comfortable carriage for the whole Cang lion is not good.


    "How about it?" Lothar handed the water bag to the passing cheese, and as she spoke, she pointed to Batu, who was sitting on the side. He knew that the mage must have a way to understand what the boy really wanted to say, and certainly could understand what information was really crucial in the boy''s words.


    Cheese''s expression is not good, he took the water bag and took a drink, then slowly said, "not very good. According to Batu, we have been targeted by a group, or rather a coalition of several tribes. If you don''t miss it, these United tribes will attack us in the morning after tomorrow


    "What?" Lothar''s expression was a little stunned. He was not unable to understand that a group of people were being looted by the nomads on the grassland. But a coalition of several tribes? That''s too much for a team of four, isn''t it? We should know that in the past, the nomads'' aggression against liechui was only based on a single tribe, and the combination of multiple tribes would only happen in 10 or even 20 years. Tough nomadic tribes will not easily unite unless there is a strong enough commander-in-chief or an attractive interest.


    The mage shrugged helplessly. To be honest, if Batu had not swore with his Falcon''s life, he would not have believed the shocking news. Because this is totally unreasonable. The plunder on the grassland is nothing more than two things, material and women. To be sure, they have both cheese, but neither the food reserve in the carriage nor the presence of atalante are enough to attract so much enthusiasm. It''s like shooting a mosquito with a crossbow arrow.


    "Why? Who are they running for? You? Or Batu? " After all, the count was a pragmatic man. After a brief surprise, he quickly concluded the two most likely reasons for the prairie people to launch an attack. The first is cheese. Although the mage himself has never been to this grassland, his grey robe can not only bring faithful allies like frost guards, but also become the target of revenge. In addition, Batu, as the only grassland man in the team, may also become the target of the other party. If the boy is the successor of the water antelope tribe leader or has a certain prominent and important position, he may become the target that these tribes want to hijack."I don''t know. But I think it probably has nothing to do with either of us Cheese''s words are the result of careful thinking. To be fair to all, grassland is a place less visited by casters than the sea, because of its natural exclusiveness. The vast sky and vast land can easily make those who do not adapt to it feel flustered. It can not provide conditions for the caster to concentrate on their research. Therefore, apart from shamans or witch doctors who are native to the grassland, few foreign mages have anything to do with this place.


    But Batu, cheese has his own way to tell whether he has lied to himself, so when the boy explained his life experience, the mage quickly believed him. Batu, just a child of an eagle tamer in the water antelope tribe, died of a hunting trip. It is said that he was shot and killed by hunters from neighboring tribes to rob his prey. This kind of thing is not too rare on the grassland. After his father''s death, Batu''s mother became his father''s brother''s wife in accordance with tradition. There were only two ways for him to face the boy: either he became a stepson who was doomed to receive no preferential treatment and gave up his Falcon; or he had to prove that he had the ability to contribute to the tribe as an adult man. This may also explain why he is so eager to get ATAH''s favor that marriage can be seen as a typical transition from childhood to adulthood in any culture.


    A boy of this origin is not enough to be a target.


    "That makes no sense. Their target is not you and Batu, nor material and women. What else can it be? Although I fought with them several times, they were seven or eight years ago. They can''t remember me Rosa frowned and murmured.


    "It''s no use guessing here. If you want to know the answer, you have to do something." Said cheese to his companion.


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