The bloody dust had finally settled, and he was already the undisputed victor long before Essho violently forced the head horse to submit. At the same time, Esher also won the honor that countless Cato herdsmen coveted but could only dream of: three battles in three groups of ten people. This honor is unprecedented, and perhaps there will never be another one, because the conditions under which Eshua fought were harsh and treacherous from the start: he rode alone and took the lead in battle, and the opponent was ten brave and well-trained Cato cavalrymen, and they were members of the personal guard of Judah the "Saboteur", one of the great warlords of the steppe.

Estheu returned to his camp amid cheers. All the Gatu riders, including Zakar, dismounted, stretched out their sabers in both hands, and greeted him with the highest Gato courtesy, while shouting feverishly: "Husa Tanari Saleh Drow!" Husa Jimota Kasih Drow! ”

"What are they talking about?" Estheu asked Randolph.

"Praise you, say that you are the endless wind on the grassland, the unmoving mountain." Randolph replied nonchalantly, his eyes fixed on the head horse who had been dragged back by Eshy. He could finally get a close-up glimpse of this ferocious creature that had grown up in the depths of the Gato steppe: its coat color was not pure blood red, but evenly mixed with small dark golden hairs, which was an extremely rare "flame color"; The thick horsehair on the neck looked messy after a fierce struggle, clinging to sweat, dirt, and grass clippings, but its soft luster could still be seen in the few curled locks; The height of the skeleton is something that has only been seen in Randolph's life, not to mention the strong tendons that are precisely built on the skeleton, and it is not difficult to imagine what a formidable steel fortress it would be when it was draped in horse armor. Randolph has handled many heavy horses known for their size, including Fieldsway's Conninga and the Empire's Iron Blood, both of which are top-tier strategic resources that only the National Knights have the right to equip, but those giants are even a few laps smaller than the red stallion in front of them, and they don't know how much saddle they need to use to hold their broad backbone.

It's incredible. Randolph was amazed. Generally speaking, the treatment of wild horses roaming the grassland is difficult to compare with that of horses that are raised and cared for by the tribe's concentrated resources, so even if they have an advantage in bloodline, there will inevitably be an acquired gap in size or physique. And this red stallion has been able to grow to this point, thanks to the unique geographical environment of the Gatu steppe. Randolph tried to restrain his urge to come forward and pet, not because he was afraid of Estheu, but because he was afraid that the horse would suddenly kick him. The beast had only given in to Estheus alone, and it was better not to approach it easily.

"I've done my part of the agreement, and it's your turn to do the rest." "You take half of the herd with you, but the ratio between the stallions, mares, and foals must be consistent," Esher said. ”

"Of course, I'm not going to make a fuss about it." Randolph agreed. "What's next for you?"

"Back to Livingston."

Randolph was shocked: "Isn't that going to cross Juda's territory...... And with half a herd of wild horses, the risk is not small. Are you sure? ”

"I need three bows, arrows...... The more the merrier. ”

"I'll be happy to provide," Randolph laughed wryly, "but for the price......

"I'm going to be blamed for this?" Esher glanced at Randolph, "I could go to Zakar." ”

"Okay, okay!" Randolph relented, "The bow is not a problem, but the arrows must be accurate, right?" ”

"A thousand."

Randolph almost choked to death by the number. A thousand? The reserve of arrows for his convoy was only 2,000, which was more than enough for twenty Larian Rangers to splurge on a skirmish. And Eishu is halfway through his mouth, does he want to cross the grassland controlled by Zhu Da or do he want to kill Zhu Da single-handedly? "No, I can't take that much! Up to 500 sticks! ”

"Then there are five hundred left, let me provide them." Zakar walked over to the two of them, "Hussazar, you are a falcon flying out of the snow, not a friend's escort - don't be nervous, friend. He winked at Randolph, "The terms of the previous promise are still counting, and the deal between you and Huszador will not affect my deal with you. Then Zakar looked at Eschu and said solemnly: "You must be careful on the road. Juda's only son died there, and from then on, everything related to the north could easily make him angry. ”

"I will, thanks for the reminder." Eshu stood up and pulled the stallion from the ground. "I'm out of company, and I still have to deal with some personal matters."

A personal matter? Randolph was puzzled as he watched as Esher tightened the stallion's bridle and tightened the reins, then jumped up and jumped onto the horse. However, the stallion stood stiff and refused to move forward.

"You just defeated him and made him your captive; But you haven't conquered him yet, so that he willingly becomes your comrade-in-arms. Zakar said to Estheus, "Husard, you have treated him in such a rough way that it can only be called abuse, not domestication. ”

"I'll fix it." Eshu stretched out his hand and covered the stallion's cheeks, his fingers slowly contracting, his fingertips exerting force. The pain of the skull compression caused the stallion's pupils to contract violently, but it did not beat violently, just stood silently in place, but the gradually tense breathing and intermittent trembling muscles truthfully reported to the outside world that it was suffering unimaginable ordeal. Esher did not exert himself blindly, but retracted the power of his fingertips irregularly, causing the stallion's pain nerves to fluctuate in a highly sensitive state at all times. After repeating this a few times, the stallion let out a manic, desperate neighing from the depths of his throat and jumped on the spot, trying to throw Eshy off his horse. And Eshy's legs were clamped between the horse's belly, motionless as a mountain, and his five fingers were still firmly sunk into the stallion's cheeks.

Zakar stood aside and watched for a while, shook his head, and put his arm around Randolph's shoulder: "Friend, let's go talk somewhere else." I can't bear to look at it anymore. ”

"Do you think Barandoke will not be able to tame this horse if he goes on like this?" Randolph asked.

"Not necessarily." "It's just that after such brutal abuse, it's hard for the head horse to accept any friendly means of communication from Huszador again." It would be better to go all the way to the dark, and continue to exert more violence, so that the horse's will will will be completely broken, and its fear of the rider will be carved into its instinct. Maybe he's still fierce, he's still the greatest horse, just like that," Zakar was silent for a moment, "I can't call him 'he', I can only say 'it'." ”

Behind the two men, the stallion's resistance became less and less, and finally subsided. Randolph could not contain his curiosity, and looked back to see that Essho had jumped off his horse at some point, and the stallion was bent down before him, licking the tips of Essho's shoes obediently. A palm-shaped mark is deeply recessed into its cheek, and the lines of each knuckle are clearly visible.

"'Burning Wild', that's what you'll call from now on." Eshua remounted his horse, raised his gaze, and landed on a small slope not far away, where a spacious carriage was parked, condescendingly and coldly watching. Before leaving for the North, his last "personal business" was in the carriage.