A group of well-equipped infantry units was surrounded by a large number of Cato cavalry, and the strong Cato horses slowed down their hooves at the direction of the rider to keep the cavalry formation intact and consistent. Of course, this could not be a slave army that had been reorganized from among the descendants, their status and treatment were even lower than the weeds on the outskirts of the steppe, and they were often driven by horses' hooves to the front line of warlord conflicts, and this infantry unit was far from being comparable to the slave army in terms of size, quality of soldiers, and position of formation. There has never been such a spectacle in the Gato steppes, and it may not be seen again. Led by Zakar, dressed in a full suit of Misrond light armor, the well-defined force headed northeast.

A lonely carriage was dotted a short distance behind the line. Without a car, the whip was placed haphazardly on the driver's seat, but the horse pulling the cart was spontaneously moving its hooves. Aldalian sat in the carriage with a mess of books scattered at his feet. She looked down at the empty bookcase and nonchalantly pushed it to the corner of the carriage on her toes. The four Noldor rangers sat on either side of her, their backs straight, their sigil bows held in their arms, sculptural and sculptural. The wind of the prairie blows the curtains open, and clouds swell beyond the verdant horizon.

"Madame—uh, ma'am," whispered the ranger closest to Ardalian, who had intended to speak the Noldor language, but had turned to the lingua franca halfway through, "both Baranduke and Ritadilan have begun to be presumptuous after entering the territory of the Cato mongrel. I'm worried that they will be looking for an opportunity to escape at any time, what should I do with them? ”

"Baranduk's weapon is still with me, he can't go. As for Ritadillan," replied Ardalyan, also in lingua franca, in a cold tone, "since he is determined to degenerate from exile to defector, I can fulfill him as well." ”

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Both Zakar and Randolph tacitly chose to turn a blind eye to the five Noldor elves, neither forcing them to join the team nor preventing them from following the group. No one knew why the young Aldarian in the carriage had shown patience contrary to family tradition on Cato's turf, perhaps because of the disparity in power between the two sides, or perhaps Rafina Winter had other plans. However, Randolph did not want to worry about the personnel he was unable to interfere with, and only his master, Pender Quegfen, had the ability to influence both Noldor and Cato. Randolph is just an errand officer all over the continent, and he is soft-spoken. What's more, now that Randolph has finally gotten rid of his identity as a coachman, and no longer has to face the arrogant cold violence of the Noldor elf, it is a rare time to relax. He sat crookedly on horseback, one foot dangling from the stirrup, enjoying the pleasant breeze on the steppe, feeling the wine being stripped from his body at every moment, if it weren't for the fact that he might run into Juda's troops at any time in front of him, and followed by the ambiguous attitude of Aldaryan, Randolph would probably moan happily.

Randolph was not the only one who got rid of Ardarian, as were Esher and Rietydilan. The two men were now on the periphery of the group. Zakar had invited Eshyus to join him, but Eshua politely declined, and he was so determined to meet the ferocious wild horse that he could not stand the slow advance of the whole army, so he offered to serve as a scout. As for Ritediran, he is here to join in the fun, as long as he can stay away from his compatriots, he will probably be happy no matter what he does. Esher noticed that Rietediran even had a laugh and conversation with several fellow Scout Cato nomads—he was extremely fluent in the Cato dialect. This guy's words and deeds are really far from a Noldor elf, maybe those emerald pupils are the only remaining blood relationship between him and the Great Eastern Forest. What did his people call him? By the way, it's the Wanderer. So why did he follow Ardarian? Eshyu turned his head, his gaze falling on the carriage that had been following the rear of the troops unhurriedly, knowing that Ardalian was inside, as was his wolf axe. Ritediran's previous warning began to echo: "Tildo Aoragorn is a brutal and vindictive bastard, and his daughter cannot be nobler than him." ”

Eshy didn't know Tildo Aoragon, and his daughter was even more indifferent, but Rietydilan couldn't have naïve expectations for a Noldor elf who didn't know anything about him, even if he didn't remind Eshy. In particular, the so-called return agreement was nothing more than a condescending verbal promise, and he began to think about how to retrieve the wolf axe early on to avoid being held hostage for a long time. It had been too long to get out of the north, and Esher planned to return as soon as he got his hands on that half of the wild horses.

The horse under his crotch suddenly snorted uneasily. Essho turned his head sideways, and there seemed to be something strange moving in the wind. He grabbed the reins and jumped off his horse. As soon as his feet touched the soft grass, Esher immediately felt a faint vibration in the earth. He bent down, his ears pressed to the earth, and then he heard a dense and chaotic thunder, far and near.

Eshyu raised his head and stared nervously ahead. In a few moments, a mottled wave of horses of all colors poured into the sky, led by an extremely majestic red stallion. At this time, the tremor of the earth became more and more obvious, the grass was separated by the torrent of horses' hooves, and the rolling thunder echoed in the sky. The herd and Zakar were aware of each other's presence at the same time. The head horse let out a loud neigh, and a beautiful ninety-degree turn headed straight to the east like a flowing flame. But Zakar was quicker to react, and as soon as the horses came into view, he made a simple gesture, and the Cato cavalry behind him let out a high-spirited shout, and they kicked their horses hard, and made a detour through the steppe, intercepting the horses in time—to be precise, the pocket formation they were hunting only had time to spread out half of the formation, and the other half was filled by another group of Cato cavalry. Needless to say, it is naturally the troops under the command of the "saboteur" Zhu Da. However, this was not the time for the fire, and the Gatu were inspired by the arrows, waving their whips and shouting sharply to drive away the horses, while at the same time reining in formation, gradually compressing the space for the horses to move, making it difficult for them to gallop.

The red stallion could easily have gotten away before the encirclement was over. It was the only one in the herd that did not show fatigue, and the other wild horses were more or less wheezing after a long period of running with all their might, and even a considerable part of them did not catch up with the sharp turns in time, so that the whole herd had a brief disconnection, but it was still full of energy. However, it is the leader of the herd and needs to take care of the movement speed of the herd as a whole, so it is also in his pocket. But even so, the stallion did not give up trying to break through, and even though the pockets were tightened, it continued to attack the formation. It seemed to have judged that the arrows fired by the Cato in front of it were not really intended to hurt themselves—on the contrary, they were quite wary of doing so. So it ran recklessly against the rain of arrows, forcing the Cato cavalry in the direction to turn their minds in a hurry. It rushed to the edge of the encirclement, and one of the Cato riders was caught off guard by its bite and dragged off his horse, and the armor dragged back to the herd. After a flurry of cries and trampling, the unfortunate man turned into a mass of flesh mixed with nail pieces before he could even scream. The stallion didn't rest on his laurels, looking up for his next prey with a burning gaze. Not a single Cato cavalryman dared to confront the pair of fierce pupils, for fear of angering the crimson beast.

“de putain！ (it!) "Rietediran exclaimed, "Are all the horses in the Gatu steppes so fierce?" ”