The last rays of the setting sun struggled for a last moment on the horizon, and finally it was swallowed up. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThe sky was shrouded in darkness. There was no moon tonight, only the occasional faint light of the few stars. There was fire running around on the ground, figures swaying, and human voices faint.

"Mary hasn't come back yet." The Marquis of Siggimond held a torch in his hand, and the light of the fire shone on his solemn face. In front of him, hundreds of Konninga horses roared irritably, gnawing fiercely at the chews that had been stung into their mouths, and their mouths spewed hot white vapor with a fishy smell. The axemen clutched the reins to keep their mounts from getting out of their hands. Konninga has never been a quiet breed of horses, they are active and violent, resistant to heat but not cold, and the freezing air of the night gives them the urge to run wild to keep out the cold.

"My lord, three hundred axe cavalry have been assembled." Daros came with a black Koninga horse, it was almost a pitch-black mountain, the thighs were as thick as a doorpost, and under the skin were violent muscles, and the horse wore a black cast-iron mask with five deep fingerprints on it, and the lines of the fingertips were clearly visible, so you can imagine the brute force of the man who tamed this fierce horse! The restless herd fell silent, watching in horror as the black horses walked in front of them, like hyenas meeting the lion of King's Landing.

"Very well," Marquis Sigimund, taking the reins from Daros and turning on his horse, "Target, Silverlake!" The door of the camp opened before his eyes, and the Marquis of Sigimond gently pinched the horse's belly, and the black horse let out a low roar, and two white vapors erupted from its nostrils, and galloped out. Behind him, the axe-cavalry roared in reply, and they stepped on their horses and whipped them on their rumps so fiercely that a torrent gushed out from the camp gates, and the sound of horses' hooves sounded like thunder.

"Phew!" The Marquis of Siggimond suddenly pulled the reins hard, and the black horse neighed, and his front hooves were raised high, and he stepped down heavily, and the earth splashed. It shook its huge head in dissatisfaction, as if to question why its master had reined in the horse. The Marquis of Sigimond ignored it, his right hand raised, his fingers pressed together towards the sky, this was an order to stop. The axe-cavalry in the front row immediately restrained their horses when they saw them, and at the same time invariably raised their right hands and put their fingers together with their five fingers facing the sky. The torrent came to an abrupt end, and the neighing of the horses rose and fell like a wave.

A rider stood silently in front of the Marquis of Sigemund, about ten meters apart, man and horse standing beyond the edge of the torch's illumination, only a rock-like silhouette. The Marquis of Sigimond could feel the gaze of the other man, and he raised the torch forward, the light of which illuminated a calm face, a young man who wore only a thin single coat on the cold night when the water was dripping and frothy, but not shaken into chaff on horseback. "What do you do? This is Fieldsway's barracks, so please avoid it if it doesn't matter. The Marquis of Sigimund's words were cautious, he could not read the rider's intention from his facial expressions, and the other man's eyes flowed slowly towards him like a flowing spring. With the rich experience of the Marquis of Sigimond, he could not see any impurities in the eyes of the young man in front of him.

The young man did not reply, but someone behind him shouted hoarsely: "Father! ”

"Maryse?" The Marquis of Siggimond clenched the torch in his hand, "Is Your Excellency the one who wounded our scouts and robbed the horses this morning?" ”

"Yes." Said the young man.

"What's the matter?" The Marquis of Siggimond repeated the question a second time, but his hand was already in the axe bag behind the saddle.

"Give it back Miss Marys." The young man snapped his fingers, and a golden deer horse stepped into the light of the torch, carrying a woman in heavy armor on her back, but the joints of the armor had been severely twisted and deformed, holding the woman's limbs firmly in place with the armor. The young man jumped off his horse, took Maristo to his shoulder with one arm, and walked towards the Marquis of Siggimond. The Marquis of Siggimond's pupils shrank, and the other party's strength was somewhat unexpected to him, and it was no wonder that Maise would plant it in his hands. The young man seemed to have a lot of energy to spare, whether he was quasi-first-class, first-class, or ...... Superb? Although it is a bit rash to evaluate the level of a martial artist based on brute force alone, since this young man can subdue Marys, his strength may not be much worse.

The young man walked up to the Marquis of Siggimond and put Mary down, and at the same time tore open the iron pieces at the joints of the limbs of the armor with his bare hands, the sound of the iron pieces being torn was sharp and piercing, like a knife scraping the eardrums, the black horse was stimulated by this movement, and the strange smell on the young man's body made it a little vigilant, so it neighed wildly, raised its premise high, and stepped down on Esher's head!

"Not good!" The Marquis of Siggimond was shocked, but it was too late to stop it, he didn't hold the reins tightly at the moment when the black horse was in trouble, and immediately lost his balance on the horse's back, although he reacted quickly and firmly clamped the horse's belly, but the heavy horse's hooves of the black horse had already begun to fall, as long as it was steady, the heavy horseshoes could directly crush the young man's brain!

But the horse's hooves did not fall, the young man took a step forward, his left hand supported the black horse's chest, and the weight of more than a thousand pounds weighed on his not very strong arm, and his feet even stepped into the ground, but he finally held the black horse steadily, and the hooves were also held by his right hand. The black horse kept writhing and trying to pull his hooves out, but it was always in vain under the iron pincer of the opponent.

The Marquis of Sigimond gasped on the back of the leaning horse, ignoring his aching teeth, and the young man's actions reminded him of a man, a man who dominated the Pande continent by brute force, and was called by Brochette "the perfect definition of a simple-minded man with well-developed limbs" - Shendefu's "Iron Bear", Douglas!

"Boom" The black horse's front hooves landed on the ground, and he regained his footing, staring at the young man with a fierce gaze. The young man took a step back and continued his unfinished work to free Maryse from the cage of steel. She was restrained for a whole day, wearing a heavy armor, not dripping, no grains of rice, her joints were stiff, but her body was soft, and the weight of the armor overwhelmed her at once, and Maryse collapsed on the ground, unable to stand up for a long time. The Marquis of Siggimond looked at her helplessly, and when he looked up again, he saw that the young man had retreated to the edge of the fire, and his feet had stepped on the stirrups.

"Wait a minute!" The Marquis of Siggimond hurriedly spoke, he pressed his right hand to his chest, and bowed to the young man on his horse, "Although I am very grateful to Your Excellency for returning the little girl, is the Valkyrie who is traveling with the little girl okay?" ”

"Dead." The young man said crisply.

"Yes......" Marquis Siggimond let out a long sigh after hearing this answer, although he was mentally prepared, "Although we are already enemies, I beg Your Excellency to return the warrior's nameplate, so that I can give an account to their family." ”

The other party was silent for a long time and said, "Okay." ”