In the huge palace, such a scene is only an episode after all, after hearing that the bishop of the palace has been unfortunately called, the emperor, who has not yet been officially crowned, only ordered to choose another pious and wise bishop from the local church to serve in the palace, and most of the people in the palace have no opinion on the death of the bishop, after all, it is just a middle-aged man with a straight face, and he is not very likable.

The monk who went to deliver the letter had a feeling of sadness, but it was like a stone thrown into the sea.

In addition to this, there were only a few guards standing guard in the palace in critical positions, and there was no movement of any personnel up and down, as if in a deep blue sea.

It seemed like it was just another quiet night, so calm that it didn't make the slightest wave.

But for others, tonight is a sleepless night.

In a sparse jungle in the Northlands, on the edge of snowy fields and swamps, a tall, white-haired young man galloped on a horse, constantly tugging at the reins to change the trajectory of the horse, and prostrate himself to avoid the arrows behind him.

The arrows grazed the young man's side diagonally, landing on one or two pines or some inadvertent solid rocks on the way, making a "crackling" sound.

Although the young man has been evading the attack of the bow and arrow with his vigorous skills and the divine horse of the war horse under his crotch, as time goes by, the flying arrows whistling by the young man's side have increased exponentially, and it has become a huge luxury to want to "not stick to the leaves" as before.

Soon, a tall pine tree appeared in front of the young man, because of the late color, he did not find this big tree in the middle of the night in the middle of the night, and if he wanted to change his direction, it would inevitably slow down the speed of the horse.

And at this moment, a powerful bow and arrow sticking to the shadow of the young man came from the side and back, and it was too late to dodge, and the young man was not wearing armor, and resisting this arrow was bound to be either dead or wounded. Thinking of this, the young man gritted his teeth, turned sideways from the horse, jumped down, and a tumble fell on the rain, while the war horse still maintained its forward pace, but at the last moment it was about to crash into the tree, slightly changed the direction of its travel, and galloped out towards the deeper darkness.

Ignoring the blades of grass all over his body and his arm that was faintly numb, the young man immediately pulled out the long sword hanging by his side and put on a posture to meet the enemy.

Although the color was gloomy, so that the young man could not directly judge the enemy's position, the sound of horses' hooves from all around conveyed a message. He was surrounded.

A wry smile appeared on the young man's face, although it seemed that there was no point in resisting, but as a knight who had been practicing swordsmanship since childhood, it was certainly not his style to be restrained.

The sound of horses' hooves gradually stopped, and there was no more screeching sound from the bows and arrows cutting through the air, but this did not mean that the pursuers stopped attacking, on the contrary, the young men could almost smell the peculiar smell of the grassland coming from the air, and it was strange to get up, they had never seen the sea in their lives, but the smell on their bodies was no different from that of the stinky salted fish.

In the early years, a Cowen merchant had laughed at the steppe people like this.

"Haha, you don't eat salted fish, and you haven't seen salted fish, but you have the smell of salted fish on your body, could it be that your ancestors are still relatives?"

Although the steppe people of the Yasi tribe vigorously denied it, the joke spread far and wide. Later, when the Assies, the people invaded the kingdom of Stant, and during their brief occupation, they ordered a nationwide search for the whereabouts of the merchant, and finally cut him and his family into pieces and fed them to the wolves.

This tyranny provoked rebellion after rebellion of the Corvins, and eventually, with the help of some of the brothers of the Great Prus, they drove out the fragile regime established by the steppe people, and established a whole feudal kingdom following the example of the southern states, and the leaders of the tribes followed the example of the southern lords, and built a large stone fortress on the land, and relied on those fortresses to resist the steppe people's wars of aggression again and again.

The long war and peace made both the Covin and the steppe people understand Pets's habits, for example, the young people now know very well that the steppe people stopped shooting arrows not to let themselves go, but to save their shooting materials.

At the end of his life, there was no fear in the young man's mind, but he remembered the two teenagers he had borrowed a horse from him in the afternoon.

What a good horse.

The young man secretly admired in his heart that it was difficult to find a mount comparable to this horse in the entire kingdom of Stant.

If it weren't for it, it is estimated that at dusk, these killed steppe people would have already cut him into pieces and thrown him into the Wolf Valley.

Thinking of this, the young man felt a little guilty, he brought such a good thing from others, but in the end, he couldn't pay it back.

At this time, the sound of horses' hooves sounded again, and the rumbling sound of horses' hooves seemed a little heavy, not like the steppe cavalry, and when the steppe people looked into the distance, the young man pulled his legs and galloped behind the pine trees.

It is one thing to die brazenly, but it is another thing to die for no reason, and the situation seems to be about to change, and the young man does not suddenly become desperate for his life.

Torches lit up in the distance, and a few bows and arrows fell limply in the clearing near the steppe people's horses. A few incomprehensible shouts echoed in the field.

A few horsemen came running from a distance with torches, and with the help of the firelight, the young man could see the costumes clearly.

The leader looked like a knight, and he was wearing simple iron chain mail, which could cover the vital points on his body, and the rest of the people were even more like his attendants, wearing only some rather shabby leather armor, which looked very shabby, which could not help but make the young man just let go of his heart, and hung up tightly.

Although these people seem to be in an advantageous position on the surface, how can they resist these terrifying steppe cavalry with such rudimentary equipment. You must know that even the knights of the Corvin people in full iron armor would not dare to defeat an elite Yassi tribe warrior by themselves in a one-on-one situation.

Fortunately, at least they didn't fight as soon as they came up, but chose to negotiate, if this is the case, even if they collapse the talks, they have also completed the project of "close quarters", the Prairie Rao Ranger tactics, then some of them can't be used, so that maybe these soldiers from afar can have a little more chance of winning.

But the pursuers of the Amak tribe were apparently aware of the problem, and they grabbed their bows and arrows, aimed them at the lone knight, and spoke their words loudly.

"You guys, don't come closer, if you want to talk, just call him over!"

The knight in iron armor looked a little unhappy after listening to the explanation of the attendant beside him, he turned his head and said a word to the attendant, the attendant hesitated at first, and then translated it loudly, the young man hid beside the tree, but he was secretly surprised in his heart, what he really didn't expect was that the attendant turned out to be a pure nomadic tone, and if you look closely, it is also a relative of a salted fish, another steppe person.

Seeing this, the young man suddenly felt a little sour.

Is this the strength of an empire, even a mere frontier knight, there are steppe people to serve him, and as far as he knows, even in the royal tent of Levitt, there is absolutely no trace of foreign Rao. Like him, who knows a little about the language of Asirao, he is already a relatively avant-garde nobleman in the kingdom.

There is no doubt that the possession of foreign races is important as the various nation-states interact with each other, but the conservative forces in the country have been opposed to this phenomenon until now, and it seems that it is indeed necessary to deal with it.

The steppe people next to the knight began to translate word by word, probably because the grassland Rao's vocabulary was pitiful, so he couldn't express such a rich meaning, and the steppe people were very difficult to translate with their own compatriots, and even the tone was very "stiff".

"This is the 'pasture' of the Great Pruz Empire, and the 'chieftain' here...... Of course, the elder undoubtedly has the 'rules' here, not what you do, then what you do, but what he can do. ”

The young man was a little dazed when he heard this, but he nodded when he saw that the steppe people looked very understanding, and not only raised the status of these enemies in his heart a little.

It turns out that they are not beasts that can only kill, but also have some thinking ability.

"So what do you want to do. The grassland rao man frowned, forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart, and said: "I know that when you come to Berao's house, you must abide by the rules of the tent master, and now that it is on your agricultural land, it must be the same." But your rule is not to negotiate with a knife on our necks, and if so, in our grasslands, it means that the tent owner has not served the guests well, and the guests can overturn his tent at will!"

The steppe man beside the ironclad lord glared angrily at his compatriot's unkind answer, but when he talked to his master, he looked very respectful, and he opened his mouth to translate a sentence or two, but before the steppe man was finished, the lord pushed him away, laughed heartily, and ignored the obstruction of several attendants beside him, and rode his horse to the grassland Rao Cluster Zheng alone

"You, what are you doing here?" The lord spat out a few simple grassland words a little vaguely, but he didn't expect that he just seemed to rely on the grassland Rao's translation, but he could speak two sentences.

During this time, the young man had tried to escape from here more than once, but he had been staring at him with several pairs of wolf-like eyes, and he knew that it was the great archers of the steppe "Ulrich", who claimed to have received the gift of God, even in the dark, they could see things clearly, and shoot their enemies, and they had just summoned those arrows.

"We're just dealing with some grassland chores, and when we're done, we'll leave here immediately, and we'll never disturb your farming life, and even, after that, our caravan can give you a rich gift. ”

The young man's heart chuckled. He never thought that these grassland people would have such a strong murderous intent towards him, and they were so humble when they were originally unruly, even if they gave up their face, they had to kill themselves.

He quietly shifted his figure to the shadow of the tree, and as long as they negotiated, he would definitely run away. The appearance of these great Pruss is undoubtedly to provide themselves with some convenience, and if they are grasped properly, they may be able to win a glimmer of life.

Just as he began his own action, the steppe Rao "Ulrich" immediately fired several sharp bows and arrows like him. Fortunately, the young man acted decisively enough to hide in a blind spot before the bow and arrow hit him.

The young man wanted to run for his life again, but he didn't want to hear the sound of swords colliding at this time. The sound of horses' hooves, the sound of war howls, mixed with them, the itinerary is a mess. The probe went out, but saw that the torches that were originally moving smoothly trembled and trembled, obviously in a violent activity.

The previous lord spoke again, and he roared loudly at the steppemen, and the other Great Pruses around him howled fiercely, as if they had received some kind of command. Although the young man did not understand what was happening, it was clear that the Great Prussians and these Assians must have collapsed.

The young man immediately rushed out with his long sword, and since he had already started the scuffle, it was obvious that squatting there did not meet the requirements of himself in his heart.

The young man shouted out the battle howl of Kowen Rao, and there was some similarity in his voice to the battle cry of the Great Prus.

But when he appeared in front of Zhong Rao, he found that they had stopped, and the two groups of people stood there as if they were restraining their emotions again, and he was the only one who came out in a daze, attracting everyone to watch for a while.

After a quarter of an hour, the young man gradually understood the commotion that had taken place before.

It turned out that it was his behavior that had just disturbed the situation by hiding behind a tree.

The lord knight at the head proudly expressed his opinion, and the servant behind him spoke again, translating: "Since it is your family business, how can it be in my territory! ”

Prairie Rao's face suddenly became cloudy, and he gritted his teeth and asked, "So, are you going to give us convenience?"

The lord swung his sword twice out of thin air, as if he were fighting against a wisp of air.

"My men found a horse, a great Prussian horse with a steppe bow and arrow. Excuse me, how can this matter be regarded as a grassland chore?"

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