It was getting dark, but it was a good day, and there was not a single cloud in the sky. The white lady and the blue child hung high in the night sky at the same time, and the moonlight gently brushed the earth, as if gilding the forest with a layer of silver light.

Diego drove the Kodomon on a rampage, with Windthor and Masrae following him. In order to facilitate their drive, they followed the stream, and the horses' hooves trampled on the stream, splashing countless splashes that could be heard even from a distance.

Not far from the east bank of the creek is the famous East Valley Lumber Yard, where domesticated warmblood horses were once the exclusive mounts of the Iron Horse Brotherhood. Even after the fall of the Iron Horse Brotherhood, the newly rising Storm Knights still chose this place as their first choice for choosing a warhorse. After the Heathfield Hills of the northern kingdom of Lordaeron were destroyed by the undead Scourge, this horse farm is the only excellent horse farm left for mankind. However, the price of these good horses is not affordable for any single person, and only those who love horses as much as they love and do not hesitate to pay a high price for them can take one of them.

At this moment, the East Valley Lumber Yard has already been lit up, and when you look in this direction, you can see the warm light from the windows of the houses in the distance.

However, the group could not care about this at the moment, because from the place downstream of the stream, many horsemen were galloping wildly and chasing this way.

"You go first!" Diego pulled his rifle from his saddle bag and picked it up. These pursuers can no longer be allowed to chase unscrupulously, and they must be taught a lesson.

"Take care of yourself!" Wendthor patted him on the shoulder and whispered. With one hand, he pulled Van Goray from Kodomon's back. Put it in front of yourself. Now is not the time for a mother-in-law, Diego is the best candidate to break off, at least the range of the rifle can leave him with enough distance to escape.

There is a huge rock right next to the bank of the stream. Due to the erosion of the stream over the years, this rock has become round. Diego jumped north from Kodomon, his foot on the rock, and his rifle resting on Kodomon's back. He set the shooting stick on a large tree about 200 meters away. This was already the farthest distance he could see at this level of visibility.

When the first cavalryman turned over the tree and appeared in his crosshairs, he pulled the trigger. With a thunderous roar, bullets screamed out. The orange flames of the guns were particularly dazzling in the evening jungle.

This was followed by the crunch of a bullet striking the metal armor, and Diego reckoned that the bullet might not have penetrated the target's armor, but even so. The cavalryman would not have felt any better, all the kinetic energy of the bullet was eaten by him, it was not much lighter than a hammer on the winning side, and Diego could see the cavalryman fall on his back. Fall into the stream. There was a big splash.

The shots rang out again, and another cavalryman rolled into his saddle and fell from his horse.

Then there is the third, and then the fourth, and the big tree seems to be the line between life and death, and as long as it is crossed, it is death.

Even on horseback, the cavalry's movements seemed unbelievably slow to Diego, and he easily shot out the first magazine. But he had no intention of retreating, and remained lying on the back of the Kodomon. Reload and continue firing.

It seemed to him that the stunned cavalrymen had finally begun to fight back, throwing their infantry spears, but others had thrown their swords and axes, and Diego even saw one of the cavalrymen throw his shield round. But at this distance, even the strongest humans could pose a threat to him, and the shield spun and landed into the stream, striking several floats in a series of waves on the water.

Diego shot like a grim reaper, and when he had used up his fourth magazine, no one dared to get out from behind the tree. He heard people running in the woods on both sides of the river, but it was the cavalry trying to flank them, but it would take them a long time to do that in the forest.

He stood up and jumped onto Kodomon's back. Then he drove his mount complacently upstream. However, he took two steps and stopped, and he turned around and picked up the rifle in his hand.

With the sound of a gunshot, under the big tree, a quick-tempered cavalryman snorted and fell off his horse.

Well, the world is quiet. Until he walked far away, his back completely disappeared into the night, and no one appeared under the big tree, and the pursuers were so frightened that no one dared to catch up with him and send him to death.

Diego walked a little more before shaking the reins and allowing Kodomon to pick up his speed. To be honest, this feeling of completely suppressing the other party is really too fluttering. However, his success in this attack also benefited from the narrowness of the terrain, and if it was a flat wasteland, once the cavalry launched a charging line, he could only escape.

He walked along the river for about half an hour, and saw his companions again. At this moment, they were standing on a small slope not far from the riverbank, where there was a tall red willow that could hide their figures.

In front of them was a small, dark lake with a faint moonlight reflected on its black surface. On the shore of the lake are some reeds and cattails, which sway in the night breeze. It is said to be a small lake, but a large island in the middle of the lake occupies most of the lake's surface, squeezing the lake into a narrow circle. The island is undulating, and beyond the small mounds, you can see a circle of boulders in the middle of the island. It was a stone monument erected after the First Orc War, to commemorate the warriors and innocent civilians who died in that war.

Seeing the sheer size of the Kodomon, Masrae beckoned to him, motioning for him to come over. Diego was playing a lively game just now, and they heard it clearly, and they were worried about it for a while. Seeing him coming, the group finally relaxed.

"It's a good place to defend and difficult to attack, and if we can get there, we may be able to get rid of the pursuers, and it's not impossible to even use the terrain to fight back." Wendthor had already seen the value of this small island to them, and said with some excitement.

Diego didn't speak, he saw that there were some fish-man villages between them and the island in the middle of the lake. This was the first time he had seen this species since he came to this world. He looked at the stilted houses made of wood, reeds, and aquatic weeds from afar. The huts are very rudimentary and ventilated on all sides, and some of the stilt huts are planted directly in the shallows on the shore.

"They have sentinels," replied Windsor in a low voice, gesturing to the low shadows that roamed the edge of the village, the sound of gunfire that had clearly alerted the fishmen, "perhaps we can sneak past them while it's dark." ”

Before he could finish speaking, Diego suddenly stopped him, because suddenly there was a distant sound of neighing from behind.

"Shh He looked at the shadowy figure in the distance and whispered, "Maybe we can ask for the help of these fishmen." (To be continued......)