Five seconds ago.

The mount under Estheau's crotch staggered, and the small wounds that had been accumulating had finally reached the tipping point of the animal's will. The three riders weaved into a terrifying shadow in its pupils, and the imminent death made it even more frantic and began to jump in place, intending to throw the only pressure it could feel off its horse. The horse's sudden turn of the horse caught Esher off guard, and he had to clamp his horse's belly and hold the saddle to avoid being thrown off. In an instant, the empty door around him opened, and three premeditated sharp cold lights stabbed at him without hesitation!

"So I'm waiting here for Husardzor! What a well-crafted killing game! Zakar nodded slightly, quietly admiring in his heart, and then shook his head slightly, "It's a pity, it's a pity, Huszazar is also waiting for them here." ”

Eshuv lowered his body, pressed his palms on the horse's back, his ankles turned slightly, and his legs slowly broke away from the restraints of the stirrups. By the time the three riders who surrounded him had just finished preparing for the stabbing move, the mighty power was already pouring into Essho's arms along the undulating muscles and tense tendons. Eshu closed his eyes and held his breath, the wind cut in the endless darkness pointed out three clear paths for him. Estheu was waiting, he waited quietly in the moment of lightning!

Now is the time!

Eshua opened his eyes, and the power that had accumulated "a long time" surged majestically from his palm. He leaped up on his horse's back, and volleyed three sets of bars in quick succession—the last spearhead caught by Eshy was only separated by a thin coat of clothing from his lower abdomen. An unexpected reversal struck with death, and before the three riders could recover from their shock, Eshyus had already snapped spearheads from their harnesses and killed them one by one.

The Cato cavalry on Zakar's side was stunned for two seconds before they remembered to cheer. Amid the cheers, Esher heard an unfriendly and dense sound of horses' hooves coming from the opposite direction. He had slashed two in the first battle, three more in the second, and the last one—Eshu suddenly looked in the direction of the voice, and saw five riders approaching him menacingly. And the rider who had replaced the man's command position had not yet had time to fall with his open five-fingered palm. Noticing Eshy's gaze, the rider bowed his head slightly to this side, raised his other hand, and applauded silently a few times. yes, he seems to be saying, let me see how you play this last one.

The five horsemen came quite quickly, and as soon as they entered, they rode their horses and sprinted with all their might, leaving no breathing space for Eshy at all. Eshua made a quick decision, jumped off his dying mount, and landed on the back of another warhorse. The latter was swayed by the sharp pain that raged on his facial bones, and the instinct to survive wiped out his rebellious temper and loyalty to his old master. Eschu turned his horse's head and galloped around the herd of wild horses so as not to fall into the encirclement again. The chain of three guards was already struggling to deal with it, and there was no need to risk their lives to test the abilities of these five people. The victory or defeat of this horse race does not have to completely destroy the competition, and the real key is to bring the leader of the wild horse herd back to the main formation. Eshua was still looking for the location of the head horse, and a red cloud suddenly strung out from the dead end of his vision!

It's that stallion! It intercepted in front of Estheu and let out a deep male hiss, like a thunderbolt roaring in its mouth, and it was an active posture! Estheus' newly tamed mount flinched and rebelled amid a roar, then surrendered, falling to its knees on its front knee. Estheu was thrown straight off the horse. The stallion had been on the path of Essiu's pounce for a long time. It turned around, its front hooves were down-to-earth, supporting its heavy body, its hind hooves were raised high, and the muscles of its whole body were exerted in sequence from front to back, kicking out a ferocious, explosive flying kick, and Aexiu in mid-air had no way to dodge with his strength, so he could only cross his arms to protect the front.

Click! Like a kite with a broken string, Eshu spun and flew over the horses, and then tumbled several times after landing. Eshua quickly adjusted his body and sat up from the grass, reluctantly corrected his twisted arm bones, and was just about to get up, when the ground around him was dark, and he was already surrounded by five horsemen. Five sets of poles fell from the sky, tied his limbs and neck one after another, and then immediately tightened and pulled outward. The rider had already seen Estheu's brawn, and he didn't dare to take it lightly, especially the two riders who wrapped Eshu's ankles were even more riveting, never allowing Eshuw to step on the ground. At first, Esher was able to resist the drag of the five men and five horses from different directions, but as the lasso around his neck pressed more and more against his trachea with the wrestling, he gradually had difficulty breathing, and "Hainafa" could not be used.

The two groups of wild horses that had been watching from the wall before rioted at this time. The stallion did not rest on its laurels after the successful attack on Escho, and led his strong sons to charge the five Cato riders, announcing that he had officially intervened in the conflict that should have been the trophy of war.

The backlash of the wild horses made the five Cato riders scramble for a while, and one of them was almost dragged off the horse by the stallion's calf, but fortunately he avoided it in time, but a large piece of flesh was torn off the mount under the crotch. Estheu immediately seized the moment to break free, and the riders were decisive and kept the formation away from him. In the end, it was the well-trained elite of Cato who completed the encirclement of the stallion while retreating, while quietly guiding the other wild horses to the vicinity of Estheus. For a moment, Eshua was surrounded by raging wild horses, trampling, colliding, or biting, and in an instant drowning him in the turbulent current. At this time, the five riders had changed into a lasso for catching horses, and a few light interspersed changes, before the stallion could react, a simple bridle had been built on the skull, and then the five riders worked together to drag the stallion towards their own formation.

"Oops!" Randolph slapped his thigh, "Want to lose?" ”

Zakar frowned, just staring at the rioting wild horses, not saying a word. One second, two seconds, three seconds, seeing that the stallion was approaching Zhu Dafang's home line step by step, Zakar finally couldn't help it, "Second batch, out-"

Before Zakar could finish speaking, a huge, mountain-like black shadow suddenly soared from the herd. One of the guards was caught off guard and smashed straight off his horse, a bloody arrow choking out of his mouth, and the bones of his body made a terrifying cracking sound. It was a wild horse that almost crushed his body!

The sound of the tidal wave of breathing rises and falls clearly in the chaotic sound of horses' hooves, and even the direction of the wind fluctuates. Estheu carried another wild horse and leaped high from the herd. He sank heavily under the grass with every step, and every time he jumped, he was as vigorous as a flying goose flapping its wings. The wild horse whined at the lifting of his arms. Like a god, Eshu carried the wild horse towards the four remaining riders, repeating the "smash" four times, and there were four more limp corpses on the grass—or five, and the wild horse that had been used as a weapon was bleeding from the second swing.

"It's your turn." Eshy tossed the mustang's carcass aside and stared at the stallion with burning eyes. He stroked his throat, the noose on it still not completely faded. The stallion sensed an extraordinary danger in Eshyu's cold expression, and the beast's instinct caused it to retreat step by step, and then turn and gallop!

Estheu once again showed his incredible speed. He exerted his strength even earlier! The stallion had only turned around, and before all four hooves had spread, his hind legs had been held by Essiu. He had no intention of riding up, and the sound of surging breathing sounded again, and at the exclamation of the Gatu cavalry, Eshu raised his stallion high, and struck a perfect 180-degree arc in the air, and blatantly knocked it to the ground! After eating a ruthless blow, the stallion actually had the strength to resist, and kicked his hind legs, hitting Eshu's lower abdomen.

Unaware of this, Eshua grabbed the stallion by the hind legs and slammed it over his head again. He is less like taming horses, but more like using them as an object of cathartic violence. But the stallion did not give in easily, on the contrary, violence further stimulated its fierce nature. It opened its mouth to bite Estheau, and there were several sharp canine teeth between the teeth that had been used to chew the long grass. Eshyur pulled its mouth open with his backhand, lifting its body high and slamming it down. Despite the long soft grass as a dive, the stallion let out a painful neigh. The mustangs heard the leader's call and tried to come to the rescue, but Eshu flew up and they were kicked to the ground, unable to get up for a short time.

Randolph was worried, this guy couldn't kill him, shouldn't he really miss and slaughter the head horse? It's just that Randolph didn't dare to stop at this time, the scene of Esher using a wild horse as a weapon to break the game was too shocking, so that Randolph wondered if a wild horse would fly here if he opened his mouth at this time. He glanced at Zakar, who lifted his forehead, apparently not agreeing with Eshy's approach, but he didn't say anything.

Randolph thought of the falconry trainers in Daxia who made a living as eagles, and what Essho was doing was somewhat similar to them. It's just that the eagle is a man and an eagle torturing each other with each other's willpower, and Eshy is now only a one-sided abuse of the spirit of the head horse with unparalleled violence. The physical energy of both sides is being depleted dramatically, and the head horse is the first to be unable to support it. It was able to lead its own people to gallop through the grasslands for a long time without showing fatigue, but the high-intensity confrontation with Eshua drained it in a very short time. Soon it stopped resisting, and lay on the grass with its eyes closed, allowing Eshu to drag it by its hind legs straight to Zakar's camp. The wild horses hesitated for a moment, then silently followed.

"It is no wonder that Zakar would call him 'Husa Zor', but even if it is the most honorable title in the tribe, it still seems a little humble to this person. Ten guards were folded in his hands, and it was not unjust to lose this battle. The rider looked at Eshur's back and whispered in a voice that he could only hear, "Lord Juda needs to know that there is another super-first-class martial artist outside the Gatu Grassland. ”

"Your Excellen......cy," the man approached, and asked with sincere fear, "now—what should I do?" ”

"What should I do?" The rider turned around, drew his saber and cut off the man's head cleanly. "Someone has to be responsible for this loss." The rider said slowly, holding the braid of his head, staring at the stunned pupils. "Your tribe, including your wife and daughter, will be taken over by me. You," he said to his men at the last sentence, "put the two hundred and twenty-four men brought by this waste in order, and let those who shed sheep blood go into slavery, and those who shed wolf blood may consider being adopted." Let's go. After saying that, the rider turned his horse's head, and did not give the order to collect the corpses of the guards, and rode away.