As the hard, angular knuckles of his fingers slammed into his cheeks with the wind, Ardalian could not recover from the shock. In the face of Eshyu's brazen punches, she actually reacted and wanted to raise her arm to block the frame. However, the two sat too close, and Aexiu's movements were too fast. He threw all his punches into the ground with all his might, and the latter's body fell backwards involuntarily under the powerful impact. But just before Aldalian's back was about to hit the wall of the carriage, Esher was already grabbing her by the hair and pulling her back. The momentum of the reclining was forcibly stopped, and the sharp pain of her scalp being pulled brought back to Ardalian's senses, but she couldn't see anything clearly, and the only thing in her whirling vision was black and white. She could only subconsciously pull Estheau's fingers, but the consequence of doing so was another solid punch in the face. Then the vision spun wildly again, and the heat rushed through the nasal cavity.

Eshua kicked away the bow, his five fingers tightly around Ardarian's throat, cutting off the possibility of Fang shouting. His series of movements seemed swift, but he was careful to control the amplitude. He wasn't sure that Enodo's hearing would detect the unusual noise in the carriage, but so far no footsteps had come close.

Distracted, Ardarian came to his senses and raised his finger to Essho's eyes. Estheu turned his head, raised his legs, and hit his knees. The lower abdomen of the Noldor elf was not much stronger than that of the Pande, and Ardalian's body bowed up like a shrimp, his limbs hanging limply, and the corners of his mouth slowly overflowed with blood. She completely lost the ability to resist, and the weight of her entire body fell on Esso's arms. Even so, the Noldor Lord was barely able to maintain her dignity, and the way she looked at Eshu was still tough and contemptuous, and even a strong provocation.

"I could kill you, and then swagger away with a wolf axe, and slaughter the rangers out there as well - what does it have to do with me that you died in the steppes of Cato anyway? The blood feud between Cato and Noldor was already deep, and it didn't hurt to count a few more muddy accounts. Eshyan leaned over and whispered in Ardarian's ear, "But I don't have to. Self-defense, getting out, that's all I'm about. Of course, the process of achieving this goal is violent and unfriendly. But I will not forget who was the first to move at me on the edge of the long river. ”

Ardalian closed his eyes with a disdainful expression. But Esher didn't expect any positive feedback either. He concluded his statement, raised his wolf axe, severed the bowstring of the closing bow, and then carried Ardalyan out of the carriage. The expressions on the faces of Cassilol and the others suddenly became extremely exciting. Essho didn't give the rangers a chance to draw their sigil bows, so he jumped out of the carriage and cut a slender streak of blood on Aldalian's face with his wolf axe, and then slammed the blade across the latter's throat, intimidating them into a very threatening gesture. "Throw all your weapons ten paces away." Esher said.

"Do you think you can coerce us like this?! Captive! Casilol's right hand froze above the quiver, his two fingers had touched the feathers, but he never had the courage to pinch it, "Madame has told you!" The noble Noldor Elves will not grovel in the face of death! Your lowly tricks can't work! ”

"Then I'll try a more despicable trick." Eshyu turned the wolf's axe, the blade of which landed in the center of Ardarian's towering chest, "I won't kill her, but you can imagine how I will humiliate her." There were hundreds of Catons and their horses down there, and imagine how a sleek Noldor elf rolled down the hillside to irritate them. Zakar probably wouldn't refuse my gift—not every Cato warlord has the opportunity to include a Noldor lord in his slave collection. An extremely cruel possibility was spread out by him in an extremely calm tone, and with each exposition, the faces of several Noldor rangers turned pale, and even Ardarian's eyes fluttered involuntarily.

"Prisoner! You! Cassilore's eyes were torn apart, but he could not get a complete sentence out of his mind.

"My name is Esher Baranduk. Not your captives. My patience is limited, make early decisions and don't waste time. Esthew said, "Five, four, three—that's good." When he counted to three, the four Noldor rangers, including Casilol, threw the sigil bow away one after another. It looks like there's something to grovel you to. ”

"What do you want!" Cassilol gritted his teeth and growled.

"Go two thousand paces south in a carriage, and then I will guarantee your lady's safety, and I will not hand her over to the Catu."

"How can I trust you?"

Eixiu didn't bother to talk nonsense with him, and the axe blade slammed down, pulling out a snow-white chest. At that moment, Aldalian's breathing was rapid and disordered. The Noldor Ranger let out a short exclamation and quickly looked away, only to find that Aeshu's strength was perfectly controlled, and the parts they didn't dare to look at were not exposed.

"Elves. I don't need your belief, but you need my honesty, now, before I change my mind, act quickly. ”

Essius proved with his actions that he would not hesitate to carry out his threat, and Cassiloel and the others finally had no choice but to grit their teeth, put the elven horses in the carriage, and then boarded the carriage one after another. Cassiloel was in charge of the car, and before going down the hill, he glared at Esher viciously:

"Remember my name, Cassilol Asmodes! In the future, the arrow that pierces through your head, and the center of the vine carving that wraps around it, will surely bloom with my great name! ”

"Is this the Noldor-style scene? It's very poetic, it's very beautiful. Estheu's axe blade slid impatiently, "It's just too long, do you want to feast your eyes before leaving?" ”

There was no response, only the sound of hurried horses' hooves fading away. So only Esher and Aldalyan were left on the hillock. Essho let go of his hostage and let the other man fall to his knees on the grass feebly.

"Worthy of being a student of Feng, Baranduk." Ardalian said that because her throat had been choked for so long, she had to say each word with difficulty, staccato and staccato, pausing from time to time to catch her breath. "The so-called 'drunkard', whether it's Aric or Bronson, has been studying with him for a much longer time than you've ever lived, but you're the only one who has learned his ability to be a scoundrel. Presumably, the fountain of youth is also his gift. You've probably been poured from childhood to adulthood to heal at that rate. Feng really has high hopes for you. ”

"Your attitude is a lot better now." "I wish I had met an elder on the banks of the river who had some connection to that drunkard, rather than an unbearably arrogant Lord of Noldor. That would probably not have gotten us to where we are today. ”

"The Ardarians will not forget today's humiliation." Ardalian slowly picked up the torn pieces of cloth on his chest to hide the exposed skin, "Baranduk, congratulations on becoming an enemy of the Great Eastern Forest. ”

"If you could speak for all of Noldor." Esher said, standing on the edge of the hillock and looking out. The carriage had turned into a blur on the prairie, almost drowning in the swaying grass, "Your guards have gone far, then I will fulfill my promise." You're good to go. ”

"Wait!" Aldalian stood up and turned his back to Estheau, "You've achieved your goal, tell me where Feng is?" Everything that happened today—" she hesitated for a moment, "I'll be blamed for the past." ”

"I don't know." Aeshu snapped his fingers, and Burning Ye walked over to him, bending his knees obediently until Eshu stepped on his horse and stood up again, "The map of the salt mine is still with Randolph, he just told me that you were interested in the location of the salt mine." Au revoir (Goodbye), Lord of Ardalian. He let out a soft cry, and the burning field rushed down the knoll.

A high-pitched, shrill cry caught up with Essho, who was Ardalian hysterically roaring his name, each syllable first biting between his teeth and then bursting out, with a deep, cursed resentment:

"Ai, repair ......"

"Ba! Orchid! Prevent! Gram! I swear to kill you! Oculum pro oculo， et dentem pro dente！ (An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth)"