Al sat in the carriage, thinking about Old Patton with some confusion. This man with a burly body and great strength, who likes to wield his giant axe every time he finishes drinking, just fell?

Some people, after meeting for the first time, will feel very cordial, chatting with him without the slightest sense of restraint and embarrassment. Even if it's just a trivial matter, you can talk about it and be very cheerful.

Obviously, Old Patton is this kind of person in Al's eyes.

In a moment, the carriage came to a steady stop in front of the main entrance of the castle under the control of the groom.

Some eagerly jumped out of the car and motioned for the middle-aged man on the back of the guard to follow.

In the astonished eyes of the many servants, Al went on a rampage, and led little Freeman and them to the study. Along the way, if Al hadn't led the way in front, he would have been stopped by many guards on the road.

"Bang", in the stunned look of the guards outside the door, Al opened the door of the study roughly, and saw that the Viscount was concentrating on writing something on the desk, Al didn't care about the etiquette, and shouted to the Viscount anxiously: "Father, Barton is seriously injured."

Originally, seeing El running in in such a panic, the viscount's brows were already slightly furrowed, and he was about to scold a few words. As soon as he heard Al's words, he immediately looked at Al and the people behind him in some surprise.

As the commander of one of the two major fortresses of Plantage, and the commander of one of the three major legions of Plantage, the presence of Old Patton is undoubtedly very important to Plantage.

Once he had an accident, not to mention the Viscount and his friendship for many years, but only the vacancy he left behind, he had to have a strong silver man with strength and military talent, and he had to be loyal to the Plantagenet family, and he could suppress the 20,000 people up and down the fortress. There are too few, there are no such people in the current Plantagenet Territory.

"What's going on? The two silver powerhouses plus the inside and outside of the land snake Rant, how could such a thing happen?" The viscount got up suddenly, "bang", slapped his hands heavily on the desk, and said angrily.

"That's the ......," Al quickly pulled the middle-aged man standing next to him and asked him to explain.

After stammering a little and looking at the pensive Viscount, Al pointed to the door, motioning for him to leave. The middle-aged man, who was frightened by the Viscount's anger just now, hurried out of the study under the guidance of the servant.

"Al, stay honest at home, I'll go myself", the viscount commanded Al as he took out a bottle of "Silver Life Potion" from the box next to him.

From the moment he knew that Old Barton was dying, Al thought of the "Life Potion", and the reason why he didn't run to the rescue with the Life Potion in the first place was because it was too far away.

Sihe City is at least more than six hundred miles away from Golden Bird City, even if the war horses in this world are a little stronger than in the previous life, it will take a night to hurry up. Judging from the situation, when I arrived, it is estimated that the daylily will be cold.

So, after feeling that there was not enough time, Al immediately remembered his father's mount, the Frost Warhorse.

The monsters in this world are ferocious and cunning, and naturally there are also docile ones. After a long time of contact, experimentation, and understanding, human beings finally figured out how to tame Warcraft.

Generally speaking, most of the low-level demonic beasts are extremely difficult to tame except for a few special demonic beasts, and even if you subdue them, the low-level demonic beasts would rather die than give in. Only a Warcraft above the gold level, a high-level Warcraft with adult human intelligence, could make it succumb through means, temptation, threats, etc.

For example, the god of fire thousands of years ago, the legendary mage of fire, Myron, after a series of threats and temptations, successfully signed a contract with a fire dragon. This is also the reason why he was called the god of fire after he did not appear as a demigod.

Think of a legendary fire mage, paired with a legendary fire dragon, tsk, violent maniac.

But here's the problem, the magic beasts above the gold level are not only rare, but also have the wisdom of adults, which is extremely difficult to deal with. Not only will it beckon the little brother to consume you, but even more deceitfully, it will also call friends and call gold-level Warcraft of the same level for help.

Therefore, anyone who has a high-level Warcraft, except for a few special Warcraft, except for those who have cultivated emotional tame since childhood. People who have high-level magical beasts have a miserable history of blood and tears behind them.

Therefore, it is a drooling thing for the viscount to have a silver-level frost war horse at the silver level, which is why he can fight against gold-level powerhouses.

Seeing that the viscount was about to go out, Al hurriedly said: "Father, I'm not young anymore, let me go this time, I'm light, the frost war horse can run faster, maybe I can get to the ...... earlier", while saying this, Al made a small calculation, it was rare to wait for a chance to go out, the cave that made Old Barton almost die, Al was very curious about him.

Even if he is stopped and can't go, then Old Patton is injured, so it's always okay to leave later. Wouldn't it be nice to stay in the wild for a few days, take someone to kill some magical beasts, and increase your experience points. Al's little abacus crackled, so even looking at the suspicious gaze of the viscount, and the face of little Freeman who couldn't help himself from laughing, insisted on going by himself.

For some reason, the viscount looked at El and said meaningfully, "If you can get the Frost Warhorse to agree to you riding it, I will promise you."

"Okay", seeing that the viscount was unexpected, and readily agreed to himself, Al replied excitedly.

A sharp whistling sound came from the mouth of the viscount, drifting through the mountains and far away.

It didn't take long for the sound of "sigh and rhythm" from afar, and a white shadow ran from afar at a very fast speed, and before Al could look at it seriously, a violent galloping sound reached his ears, and the white shadow came to his place not far away at a very fast speed.

"Boom", the white shadow jumped more than six meters high, and smashed heavily on the ground paved with green steel and stone, which shook El's ears with a buzzing sound.

The war horse snorted excitedly, and its huge head rubbed affectionately into the viscount's arms.

"Alright, alright, red red", the viscount stroked the white war horse as he took out the red fruit that had been prepared long ago and had ice slag and fed it to it.

"Honghong"? I originally looked at this handsome war horse with some envy and was covered in snow-white without a trace of miscellaneous hair. Elton felt like he was going to be thundered. Such a sturdy, handsome, and graceful war horse is called Honghong?Al had deep doubts about the viscount's ability to choose a name.

Perhaps seeing Al's doubts, the Viscount explained with a wry smile: "It likes this kind of red sweet and sour fruit, so it loves the house and Wu, and it will call it Honghong when it gives itself a name, if it doesn't call it that." And it lost its temper and staggered."

Listening to the Viscount's words, the white war horse shook his ears, and showed a disdainful smile in a very anthropomorphic manner, snorting and looking at El with disdain.

"Alright, alright, Honghong", the viscount whispered in the warhorse's ear for a while after calming for a while.

"Bang", the white war horse roared, raised its front hooves, and smashed in front of El not far away. The huge horse's head looked at Al with disdain again.

"", looking at this war horse that was constantly provoking him, Al couldn't help but burst into a foul mouth in his heart.

"Okay, I've already told it, you have five minutes to convince it, and after five minutes, you can't ride it, then you can honestly stay home."

Perhaps seeing Al's fear, the Viscount added, "Don't worry, it won't hurt you."