Seeing that, Alay's body was about to return to its original form, and the god who descended from the sky lowered its head slightly, and spewed two hot breaths from its nostrils. The mage on its back immediately realized what it meant, and leaned down and hugged the horse's neck tightly with both hands, so that he would not be thrown off in the coming impact. In fact, Cheese didn't know what would happen if he was thrown off now, and theorized that the horses under him were nothing more than a combination of flesh and bone plus something that fell from the sky, and his presence was like a glue that brought the two together.

In other words, it seems that the current situation is that Cheese is riding on the back of the Spirit of the Horse, but in fact the man and the horse are completely one, and the absence of any part will immediately fall apart. Therefore, even if Cheese let go of his hands at this time, he probably wouldn't fall off the horse's back, but he didn't want to take this risk, the existence of the horse spirit was the best way to repel Alay, and there was no reason to give it up.

"Hiss!" the horseman stood up, his hooves falling heavily to the ground! The ground that had been trampled sank slightly, leaving behind the glowing hoof prints of the horses as they galloped away, and the hoof prints formed the road, which led straight to the calamity. This time, it galloped like four hooves in the air, exerting its speed and power to the extreme! Instantaneous, ten thousand miles! This was of course an exaggerated description, but in the eyes of Lothar, they could only see a ray of light shooting out from their position, and then there was only a straight path left by the glowing hoof prints and two-thirds of the body of Alei, who was missing.

"Gollum. "Only the right arm and right leg and a little body connected the two parts of the grassland calamity made a strange sound, and black bubbles began to emerge from the section of its body, and those bubbles came out faster and denser, and when these bubbles burst, it was not air, but thick as oil, dirty as a swamp of sticky substance. This may be seen as a sign of work, because since its appearance, Alei's body has been made up of something somewhere between light and matter, making it look like an eerie being that has come out of a canvas. Now, that strange way of being has been broken, and although the body made of this liquid of unknown origin does not seem to be easy to destroy, it finally has a more real constituent body.

So what to do next after pulling the scourge into this real world? The answer, of course, is to destroy it completely! The distant warhorse returned again, only this time, it didn't seem to want to do it on its own, and the task of attacking Aleier was entrusted to the rider on its back. Cheese's gray robe hunted in the air because of his speed, and he had an extra scimitar in his hand, a scimitar that seemed to be made of starlight, and the blade, handle, and handguard of the knife were all changing with the wind, and there was no fixed shape at all, the only thing that was certain was that it was indeed a scimitar.

The mage's left hand clasps the horse's neck and tilts its body in the opposite direction, a common technique used by riders on the steppe, which makes it easier for shorter weapons to hit targets under the horse. However, this technique is most often used when the rider is about to behead the target, so it is called shaving the head among the soldiers of the blue lion. Shaving his head is naturally not difficult for a steppe man who grew up on horseback, but Cheese is not a steppe man, his equestrian skills are limited to driving horses to move and perform simple spells in bumps, as for fighting on horseback, he will not be able to fight.

A person who can't fight right away can't learn subtle skills overnight, it's not something that can be done by knowing how to do it, practice, groping, until mastered, this is a process that must be experienced. Therefore, only the grasslands can provide people with plenty of opportunities to get along with horses and practice, which people elsewhere can't do. Even in the Kingdom Knights of the Blue Lion, a knight will not be able to contact his own war horse for a lot of time during training, because horses are not a necessity for the life of the Blue Lion, and there are still a lot of things to deal with after dismounting.

In this case, how did Cheese make such a skillful horse fighting skill? You must know that the spirit of the horse does not even have a saddle on his body, and a person riding directly on the back of a horse will have nowhere to focus even if he is not thrown off, let alone wield a weapon to fight according to his own ideas. So the answer is that it is not himself who controls the mage's body now, and the current cheese is like a marionette, of course his consciousness is awake, but the control of the body is temporarily handed over to the horse spirit. Harold IV is the leader of his herd, and the Spirit of the Horse is the leader of all the horses of the steppe, and as the head of the horses, it is only natural that he will understand the skill of those who fight on horseback. Even many steppe people who love horses go to their side with their horses after they die.

Alay's body was recovering, it had grown a head, the strange head twisted and spun backwards against the structure of the human being, and the hollow expression didn't know if it sensed something, and actually leaned down and tried to crawl away from its original position on all fours. It's just that it's still slow. The horse is fast, the knife is faster, the scimitar sweeps like a crescent moon, and the big head flies! The only difference is that there is no blood spurting out of the severed cavity. The head spun in the air, but before it could reach its highest point, Cheese raised his right hand, and the light-cast scimitar turned into a rope and flew out, enveloping it back at once!

The mage caught the head, took off the entire gray robe with a backhand and wrapped it up, and the severed head could naturally be picked up again for Alei. But what if it was taken away? What if it was sealed in a container? At this time, Cheese did not have a container for his head, but the gray robe on his body had the effect of separating the inside and outside.

"Batuu!" Cheese shouted. The falconer, who saw his movements, immediately understood what he meant, and put the bone whistle on his neck into his mouth and blew hard, making a high-pitched sound. It is not easy to summon Naren at night, and the eagle is not a creature that moves at night. But tonight, perhaps because of the brilliance of the stars, or perhaps because of the helpers in the dark, the chirping of the goshawk came from the sky and immediately responded to its companion. It's a funny thing, Batu hadn't let Naren be here before, and besides, ordinary animals don't come near Aleie at all.

But that's what happened, and without saying a word, Cheese shook the corner of the gray robe in his hand a few times, and then threw it into the air!

"Go!"

The dashing goshawk grabbed the gray robe that wrapped Alei's head with its talons, and flew away in the starlight.