As night fell on the border of the steppe, Siggert changed into his king's dress and put on the armor he had used on his adventures. This set of chainmail from Andrew's people has saved his life countless times, and the dwarves who cast it have forged a roaring lion's head from Mithril on the left shoulder of the armor, symbolizing its owner. The surface of the chain mail was specially treated so that even in the dark, the dark silver armor did not reflect any light, but to be on the safe side, the king put a black robe on top of the armor.

At Sigget's side, the dwarf Andre didn't wear the armor made of metal like his human friends, and the rampaging dwarf had always been determined that he wouldn't need to defend himself as long as he hammered the enemy into a meatloaf before they attacked him. Therefore, apart from the warhammer he was carrying upside down, the only metal item on Andrei's body was his headband. The reliefs on the headband and the somewhat worn surface suggest that this is a dwarf artifact that has been passed down through the ages, and that it is a testament to the orthodox heirs of the Hammer family.

The two buddies bent over and moved carefully through the dense grass, and years of adventure allowed them to communicate with each other without words, even complex information could be expressed through simple sign language. Coupled with the rich combat experience that brought them far beyond ordinary people's combat awareness, in less than half an hour after setting off, the two of them got rid of almost all the soldiers who were sent to protect the king with their tacit cooperation and agile actions, almost.

Sigurt and Andre glanced in unison at the grass behind them, and less than five paces behind them, a knight in the robes of the Kingdom Knights was following them, faithfully carrying out his duty. The king knew this knight, he was Atticus's favorite young man, and he was also a warrior cultivated by the Iron Knight, and his name was Leon. At this time, although Leon had not yet won the title of Blood Lion, he had gradually emerged among the new generation of soldiers.

"What are you going to do, are you going to knock him out?" asked the dwarf in sign language from an angle that Leon couldn't see. He glanced at the young knight, and it was clear that André didn't want his adventures and those of his friends to be disturbed by strangers.

"Not yet, if he can keep up, let him follow. Siggett thought for a moment and replied that although the king did not like Leon's following, it was indeed no wonder that the knight himself, as the king of Leon, could not harm a dutiful warrior.

Andrei raised an eyebrow and didn't say anything more. Dwarves are more accustomed to a low-light environment than humans due to their long cave life, and on nights like these, Andrei's field of vision is three times or more than that of normal humans. After receiving a response from his companions, the dwarves continued to move forward, and in front of the three of them, the steppe people's yurt made of sheepskin was not far away.

The nomads' camps were unruly, and if anything, the principle of their camps was that the campfires in the center were distributed outwards in a radiating pattern, and the higher the position in the army, the closer to the campfire. It was nightfall, but the huge campfire in the center of the camp was unusually bright, and the three of them didn't need to get too close to hear the chatter and other noises coming from the yurt.

Leon, who walked at the rear, found that his king and the dwarf exchanged glances and slipped into the shadows of the camp like a shadow. The knight instinctively rushed to protect his lord, but Andre grabbed him by the shoulder, and the dwarf glared at him menacingly, and said in a very small voice. "Trust your king, human. Siggett's stealth skills are much better than you don't know. ”

André turned out to be right, and within a while, Sigget's figure appeared silently beside them again. The king's yellow eyes gleamed with cruelty, like a big cat about to prey. "The priests were by the campfire, and there were more than twenty in all, two people in a tent. "Dexterous sign language tells the story of the camp like companions. Leon noticed that his king had somehow worn a pair of fist blades with sharp hooks, a weapon that looked like a combination of a tiger and a dagger.

"Shall we rush in?" the dwarf asked in sign language, and in his opinion, the steppe people, unaware of the danger, would not be able to stop him and Siggert from the surprise attack.

"Wait. They have horses, and it will be difficult for us to escape if we are discovered. The king shook his head and pointed to the haphazardly tethered horses in the camp, nomads who did not need saddles to ride their horses, and who could go into battle at any time by simply picking up their weapons and turning over their mounts.

"Maybe we can create some chaos and take advantage of the opportunity to capture a priest?" André whispered, noticing that the stakes on which the horses were tethered were simply haphazardly inserted into the ground, and a slight flick could set them free. And when the steppe people go after their mounts, they don't realize that someone has crept into the camp.

"No, even if you damage the stakes, the horses won't run away. The horses of these nomads are very obedient. Leon objected, the young knight knew their opponent well, and he knew that the dwarf's proposal was not feasible.

"In general, yes. But we can give the foals a little bit of a thrill. Siggett disagreed, however, and with a pleasant smile on his lips, he took out some small black balls from the pouch on his waist and distributed them among the other two companions.

"Ha, I knew you still had this thing. André took the black ball from the king's hand and smiled like his human companion.

"What is this?" asked Leon, who was obviously seeing this kind of object for the first time, unlike the dwarf, and looked at the black orb in his hand with some blankness.

"Some small toys, simple, but can work very well if used properly. The king shrugged his shoulders, tossed a black ball upward, then quickly caught it, and then threw it with a backhand and slammed it into the ground in front of a horse in front of him.

"Boom!" a loud sound burst out as the black ball hit the ground, and the frightened horses let out a neigh, easily pulled out the stake on the ground, and ran around the camp with their terror.

"Keep up!" Andre pulled Leon and strode with the knight in the opposite direction of the explosion, as he began to throw the black orb in his hand towards the camp. The dwarves had a lot of hands, and the balls often flew in the air for a few seconds before they exploded in the camp, causing confusion and hiding the whereabouts of the three of them.

"Come on, let's have some fun!" said Siggett, who led his two companions along his planned route into the chaotic camp, and the king could not help but laugh heartily when he saw the frightened and bewildered expressions of the steppe people.