For many years, the kingdom of the Grey Lion has been infested by nomadic peoples. However, no matter how the Grey Lion's national power has changed over the years, the threat posed by the steppe people is temporary. This is partly due to the fact that nomadic herders are unable to adapt to the climate of the grey lion, or rather, the land of the grey lion is difficult to meet the food needs of their livestock and horses. On the other hand, the reason why the soldiers of the kingdom always win the final victory is that the warriors of the steppes are too scattered compared to the established armies of the Glaslion.

"It's a waste to give them such a good warhorse. As he walked through the chaotic camp, Leon looked at the chaotic opponents and said with disdain.

"Freedom gives them the strength to gallop the grasslands, but it also dooms them to not have a partner who can protect their backs like we do. Sigurt said, grabbing an unfortunate man who had walked past the yurt, and the king's thick arms held the man in his arms, the sharp blade of his fist slicing through the throat as he struggled.

The young knight frowned when he saw his sovereign's actions, he didn't like sneak attacks. However, Leon's humble background also made Leon very aware of the role of pragmatism, so he didn't say anything, but pulled out the dagger in his boot and followed the king's footsteps. With Leon on in the mix, this silent killing has become even smoother. The two grey lions kept attacking the enemies in their way, and even later they simply stood upright, walking in the light and shadow.

Leon's actions naturally did not escape the eyes of the dwarves, and Andre raised his eyebrows, he knew very well how troublesome knights among humans were, but this young man seemed to be different. The dwarf was somewhat relieved to think that his old friend had such a loyal knight, he still knew something about the darkness of the human court, and André was very afraid that his human friend did not die at the claws of the monster, but ended up on the poisoned wine of his kind.

The infiltration continued, and the rapidly changing situation in the enemy camp did not allow André to think about it any more, he glanced around to make sure that no one noticed what was happening in this corner, and then swung the war hammer in his hand at the torch not far away! The wooden torch broke with a loud sound, and the raging fire suddenly spread to the yurt next to it.

"Your campfires are so stingy, let me teach you what a dwarven bonfire is!"

With the dwarves taking the lead, Siggert and Leon also began to consciously sabotage the fires in the camp in order to create even more chaos. The disorderly camp of the nomads created the conditions for the spread of the fire, and the sound of the fire licking wood and leather, the neighing of horses in panic, the roars and curses of men played a frenzied music in the night wind.

The King's squad, on the other hand, had found their target halfway through the movement, a lone steppe priest. He was naked, revealing weird tattoos on his muscles. Like the rest of the steppes, the priest braided his long hair into intricate braids, lined with animal teeth and other bony ornaments, indicating the owner's extraordinary status.

The guy seems to have drunk so much before going to bed that when the yurt where he slept was set on fire, the drunken priest staggered out of the house at the last minute. But before he could rejoice that he hadn't been burned to death for drunkenness, in his hazy drunken eyes, he saw three guys who were definitely not nomads appear in front of him with malicious smiles on their faces.

Before the priest could react, Siggett flew up and kicked the other man in the throat. The steppe priest only felt a heat in his throat, and the scream that had just reached his throat was suppressed alive. The neck wound caused his body to fall backwards involuntarily, and Andrei had been waiting behind him for a long time, and the dwarf struck the back of the target's head with an old fist, and the priest's head was covered and he suddenly lost consciousness. But that wasn't the end of it, the steppe man's body was still falling backwards, and before the priest's head was about to hit the ground, Andrei grabbed the braided hair on the other's head, and the blue lion king in front of the priest grabbed the former's legs and lifted the unlucky man who had fainted.

Leon was stunned for a moment by the scene that was happening in front of him, Sigurt and André cooperated so skillfully, it was obvious that the lion king had done this kind of thing when he was wandering outside. The young knight was now worried that he would be killed for seeing the unknown side of His Majesty. But the current situation has no time for Leon to ponder. Seeing that the captives were in hand, the dwarf waved his free hand at the knights, signaling that they were about to retreat.

Although the camp of the steppe people was unorganized, as a combat unit, the riots they had caused before were quickly quelled. But by the time the frustrated nomadic warriors searched for the perpetrators of the chaos, the trio had already left the firelight with their booty. The retreating formation had a prisoner, and Leon had to walk at the front of the squad to open the way, but before he could go far, the knight felt that something was wrong. When he realized that his instinct came from the unusual silence behind him, and looked back, Leon's back was empty.

"Hell yes. The panicked knight hurried in the opposite direction, trying to find his king in the waist-deep weeds, but in vain. Although the bent stalks in the grass proved that someone had indeed walked through the plant, Leon could not find any other clues, and the three men seemed to have disappeared into thin air.

The knight wanted to shout the king's name, and at this point he could no longer care about anything else. But the approaching glow of the fire stopped Leon's movements, and the steppe people found their tracks. This is also a normal thing, in order to ensure the speed of action, they have no intention of hiding their tracks at all. According to the original plan, the few of them should have approached the garrison of the kingdom's army now, and Leon didn't want to fight the angry seekers here alone.

Although he wanted to continue searching the nearby grass, the approaching enemy forced Leon to give up. The knight stooped down and slowly retreated into the grass, and after making sure he left no visible traces, he moved in the direction of the lion by the moonlight in the sky. Perhaps His Majesty had overtaken him before he knew it, and was now waiting for the clumsy knight to catch up. Leon held on to the last fluke, hope.