Batu could not understand the behavior of his companions. He has told them what will happen to the team. Their opponents will not be a few men and horses, but warriors of at least three tribes! What would that be like? Batu doesn''t know, because he hasn''t seen it since he was born. It can be heard from the elders of the tribe that when there are enough riders, the dust raised by the horses'' hooves will block out the sun like a sandstorm when they come. The boy once dreamed of such a scene, but at that time he was a member of the rider to bring sandstorms, rather than as a powerless resister facing the sharp machetes and lethal arrows in the hands of the sons of the grassland. According to his idea, the only way to survive was to abandon the carriage immediately and approach the strong hammer collar.


    But nobody in this team except Batu seems to think so. Atalante didn''t understand what it would be like to be targeted by a plural nomadic tribe, while Lothar and cheese showed extraordinary composure. For both of them, the present situation is not enough to make them panic, and time has given them more calm as they grow older. Both Lothar and cheese have experienced more desperate rivals than nomads.


    "Narin, if I die, you will peck out my eyes and eat. So I can see what you see. " The boy said to his partner dejectedly as the carriage set off.


    But as cheese said before, they didn''t plan to wait. Even though they are not afraid of the coming attacks from nomads, the mage is still used to getting the details of the opponent first. This opportunity, on the next day. As the carriage continued to move slowly along the prairie in the face of the morning sun, the dark figure, which was watching them from a distance, appeared in the count''s view.


    "Today is the third day. At sunset today, tribal leaders will gather around the campfire and ask shamans to pray for them. They smoke herbal cigarettes, sing songs about their ancestors, and drink wine stained with the blood of each head. At daybreak, the shaman will erect four stakes by the embers of the campfire, and our heads will be stuck on the stakes at the brightest of the full moon... " Batu seems to have lost all his fighting spirit and desire to survive. Look, he sits beside Lothar and murmurs mechanically. He was familiar with the traditions of his people and knew what they were going to do.


    "That sounds good, especially the smoking part. You know, I got into the habit of chewing tobacco when I was in lost heart Bay, but I was forced to quit because I was thought to have a bad influence The count held the reins with indifference, his lips twitched a few times, as if missing the taste of tobacco. Although he kept on driving, his eyes were always on the shadow in the distance. Lothar murmured in a low voice, "it''s too far. Grassland people know the range of our bows and arrows. No matter how accurate you aim, it''s useless if you can''t reach it. "


    "That''s not necessarily. You have to understand that when there is a wind, the arrow can always fly farther than people think, just like an eagle." The voice of cheese came from the carriage. He reached through the cloth curtain and removed the feather from Batu''s hat, which was the feather of his falcon


    Batu was about to take back his treasure, but an arrow had already come out of the cloth curtain, which scared him back. The metal part of the arrow was soaked in dark grass juice and lost its ability to reflect light in the sun. At the same time, on the arrow''s pole, Batu''s Hat Ornament he wanted to take back was firmly tied with thin thread. But the bow hand in the carriage was not as smooth as the bound feather.


    "Look at what the girl is shaking like. I think I have to shoot the arrow. Or her arrow will hit me or bartoo in the head Said the count in a light and excited tone, holding the straw in his mouth. In any case, he was pleased to see the magic of cheese.


    At the same time, the cheese driver in the carriage was kneeling beside ATA, holding the arrow in both hands and whispering the last few syllables. "Goblins are born archers. It is said that they gave the earliest bow in the world to the elves. Besides, ATA''s eyesight is better than you. We can''t shoot that spy or scare him away. We need information from his mouth


    With that, the master patted the swordswoman on the shoulder, "take a deep breath and relax. Trust your intuition. It will tell you when to shoot


    Lothar shrugged her shoulders when listening to the voice behind her. She hugged Batu, holding down the latter to keep him from moving. However, she was not afraid that the arrow behind her would be inserted into their backs because of this action. "Boy, you have to thank us. I''m sure you haven''t seen it since you''re so old."


    "Whoosh!" Before the count''s voice dropped, atta''s hand, which strained the bowstring, was released. The arrow with the eagle''s feather was then shot into the air. When Batu saw this scene, he frowned subconsciously. It''s not that he can''t understand these people''s thoughts. They obviously want to shoot the watchman and dig out the news about the tribal alliance. But the boy had already made a negative judgment on the rash plan in his heart. He knows that the range of the lion Archer is greater than that of the lion. But he also knew that the arrows from the big bow were not very lethal at the far end of their range, and there was no reason why the watchers could not see the arrows coming towards them in such a sunny day.


    "Chirp!" The loud cry of an eagle interrupted Batu''s thoughts. The boy widened his eyes and looked at his Falcon catching the arrow from the air with its claws. Then he spread his wings and rode a gust of air over the sky to quickly approach the watcher. While the latter was still thinking about what was flying from the carriage to the air, the eagle sent its claws away, and the arrow went straight The fall, fast as if just left the string!"Hit it!" Lothar was the first to shout. He jumped out of the carriage and ran towards the dark shadow that had fallen from his horse in the distance. Soon after, he came back with an arrow in his shoulder.


    "His horse has run away, the horse knows the way, and those guys will find something wrong with their scouts. It''s possible that the attack will be advanced, so this guy''s mouth should have more useful things The count said, without a word, he pulled out the arrow on the prisoner''s shoulder, causing the latter''s painful cry. He threw the arrow pole with the eagle''s feather to Batu, and it was returned to its original owner.


    "That''s enough. Generally speaking, the mouths of nomads are very tight, but we have convenient props this time." The mage stepped down from the carriage and looked down at the scouts who were held on the ground. The props he said were naturally magic swords in the hands of female swordsmen, which could make people spit out the truth.


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