"Hiss!" The wild horse whizzed, trying to shake its head, trying to get rid of the noose on its neck, but did not think of this action, but provided the starting strength for the people holding the lasso. Batu''s legs relaxed slightly, and his hands quickly tightened the rope. He didn''t want to use manpower to hold the unruly horse. His goal was to ride on the horse''s back, and that was the real beginning of the contest between men and horses. However, while Batu was still making steady progress, his companion seemed to have taken the lead.
"Hum!" Lothar''s ears were ringing with wind. He had never thought that when the speed and strength were enough, the grass leaves would hurt so much on the bare skin. He never thought that a swing of the head of an ordinary wild horse could pull up the whole count of Heishan in the kingdom of Cang lion. Of course, there is a reason why Lothar is weaker than usual, but even so, the brown red horse, the leader of the wild horses, is too strong. Lothar knew very well that he was in trouble.
"Pooh, Pooh, Pooh..." When his body fell to the ground again, the count struggled to regain his balance, but he failed. It was said that when dealing with a tough spoken prisoner on the grassland, people would tie his ankle with a rope and tie it to the saddle, so that the unfortunate man would have to be held on the ground when the horse was running. No matter how hard the mouth is, no matter how hard it is, they will not be able to withstand the punishment of peeling off the skin and meat layer by layer. In a short time, they will ask for a good time. Lothar never thinks his body is different from ordinary people, so he has only two choices.
Or, immediately let go and roll on the ground for a few laps. If you''re lucky, you won''t hit a stone or sharp object, and the injury is just a scratch on your skin. Or, keep holding on to the lasso and find a way to change your situation in a short time. There was a subtle identity between this practice and suicide, but considering how important a horse was to the current team, and the strong fighting spirit that he had long since lost, the count chose the latter without much hesitation.
That''s fair, isn''t it? If you want to let the wild horse galloping on the grassland be used by you, you should at least gamble on your own life to compete with it. The force at the other end of the rope, a little lighter, rose to look at the other end of the lasso, the opponent who had brought himself into this situation. He saw a very human contempt in the horse''s eyes. Well, there''s no other way. Since you''re fighting, let''s have a good fight.
"Is he mad?" After there was no need to hide, KAILAS came to the gray robe and looked at Lothar, who was dragged by the horse in the distance, and asked about it. Any reasonable person would choose to let go at such a time, but it seemed that the count did not mean that. Instead, his hand holding the straw rope was getting tighter and tighter.
In this regard, cheese showed a look of crying and laughing, and said in a tone of not knowing whether it was joking or serious, "let me introduce you to this Lothar I know. This guy was a man who had launched a charge against monsters several stories high. I don''t think there are many people in the world who can compare with him in this matter
"You don''t look very worried." The cat goblin looked up at the mage, and he couldn''t find a worried look on the latter''s face.
After noticing carlas''s gaze, cheese looked down into his eyes and said, "well, you have to understand that some people are just good at weird things. They try things that others don''t try, and learn lessons from them with astonishing speed so they can use them the next time they do such stupid things. In better words, when it comes to perseverance and patience, I believe our knight will not lose to a horse. Of course, to be on the safe side, I think it''s better for us to start preparing the medicine now
Batu, on the other hand, is close to his target as grey robes and cat goblins talk about Lothar''s madness. The mare he had caught was not the strongest in the group, and it could be seen that the mare was younger than the breeder on the outside, which meant that he lacked experience and was more likely to panic, which Batu needed. The young herdsman ran like a fly, and his pace was as fast as walking on the grass. This kind of fast walking with the power of horses is actually quite dangerous. If he makes a slight mistake, he will soon follow Lothar''s footsteps.
Fortunately, the choice of the target led to different results. After a few minutes of adventure, Batu had touched the tail hair of the horse. But this is not enough. Without a saddle and stirrup, Batu could not easily climb onto the horse''s back from the side. He had to get close to the neck of the horse, then release his hand holding the lasso, and then embrace the neck of the latter. With the strength of running, he lifted his lower body from the ground, hung it on the side of the horse, and then sat astride on the horse''s back.
This series of movements sounds very difficult, but it will only be more dangerous and difficult in practice. After all, not everyone has saddles and matching harness on the grassland. Nomadic tribes have exquisite production technology of horse harness, but the limitation of metallurgical technology makes their harness particularly valuable. Therefore, their parents seldom have the opportunity to borrow their own harness on the grassland, unless they are willing to borrow their own harness. However, horse riding is a skill that every grassland person must master. Forced by this environment, the grassland people have learned the skills of not relying on the harness since they were young. These skills can then evolve into many movements that make non grassland riders startle their chin when they get the support of the harness."Come on, let''s start dancing!" With Batu''s soliloquy, he finally straddled his right leg to the other side of the horse, his body bent down on the horse''s back, holding the horse''s neck in his hands. The Mustang, who was aware of this, stopped running because it could no longer throw the human on its back down. It began to jump in place, fly its hooves in the air, and basically bent like an arch bridge, trying to throw the rider out with the impact of landing.
"Can they succeed?" Atalante also went to cheese them, looking at the horse back roaring Batu all worried asked.
"You can''t ask me about that. You have to ask the horses to see if they think these two men are enough to conquer them." The mage gave some evasive answers, and his eyes did not pay attention to Batu like a swordswoman. In his opinion, Batu''s success is only a matter of time. The boy is very clear about his own weight, and also knows what kind of goal this kind of weight can challenge. There is no need to watch such a contest. What really attracted cheese''s attention was Lothar, especially the lasso he used. It was made of half of cheese and half of Batu. The mage was worried that it might not be enough as a prop for the count in this contest.
"Well, what''s the use of worrying so much. At the end of the day, the success or failure is only between the man and the horse. "
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