Batu and Atta looked at the people who came, the managers of the market, because it was hard to imagine anyone here wearing such a clean white wolf skin except for the people of the wolf lord's tribe. Beneath the shawl made of white wolf skin was a young man who looked to be twenty-five or sixteen years old, and his nose was so high that one wondered if his blood was pure. However, it didn't matter what the man's bloodline was, judging from the dozen or so squires in leather armor who followed him and carried a short bow and scimitar, he must be a famous person here, and most likely he was one of the heirs of the wolf lord.

The galloping horse's hooves stopped at the rider's reprimand, and this time, it was the cavalry that surrounded the two. It's just that unlike those robbers who can only fight bravely, each horse has an arrow staring at the vital points on the two of them, and it only takes an order, no matter how good Rao is skills are, he can't say how many thorns will grow on his body.

"Lay down your arms, I won't say a third time. The man on the horse spoke in a deep voice, but in a softer tone than the first time. As he spoke, he could be seen wearing a saber with a white handle, white accessories, and a white scabbard at his waist under the cover of a white wolf's skin, with a blade thinner than a regular scimitar.

The two looked at each other, and Atta let go first, allowing Frakrag to fall vertically to the ground, standing there steadily. Batu sighed slightly and threw the scimitar away from his hand, but it landed at his feet, and he could kick the weapon back into his hand by sticking out his toes. Seeing that both of them had lowered their weapons, the man on the horse actually showed a relieved expression, which began to make people wonder what this person was here for. I thought he was behind the thieves, but now it doesn't look like it.

"You killed those people?" the man pointed to the corpses on the ground with his horsewhip, mainly concentrated on Atta's side, and in front of Lothar was only the unlucky man he had shot with an arrow in the first place.

Batu blinked, his mind turned, and he decided not to tell the truth completely, although this man didn't seem so reckless, but who knew what they would do if they confessed. Killing people in the street, even if the other party made the first move, but the person lying there now is not them, and it is impossible to say that there is no responsibility at all. After thinking about it, the falconer first made a decision, he wanted to take the matter himself, first, he was a man, and the big deal was death, and second, someone had to go and tell the mage that they were, "Yes, I killed these people." ”

The female swordsman immediately sensed the strangeness in Batu's words, he wanted to take all the murder in the street on himself. It didn't matter if she understood why Batu did this, because she didn't need to think about it before Atta spoke, "We killed people." I'm six, he's one. ”

We, these two words were bitten very hard, for fear that the other party would not understand. The corners of Batu's mouth twitched, not knowing if it was because of the pain from the wound on his body or because of the uncooperation of his companion. At this point, the hunter has no choice, how to deal with this matter, what kind of fate will happen to the two of them, now it all depends on the other party's intentions.

"Why did you kill them?" the man probably didn't expect the two murderers to admit not only simply, but also without any excuse, which was completely different from what he imagined. As for the origin of this matter, in fact, it doesn't need to be thought about to understand it, and when his subordinates informed him that his group of people had gathered together with weapons, the context of the matter was already clear. Killing people and selling goods has never been less common in the grassland, and although the order is restricted, the killings in the market have never been extinguished.

People are always profit-seeking, and the more you live in this market, the more you can understand. Counterfeit merchants, thieves, murderous robbers, they seem to be doing immoral things, but if you think about it, are these people really fundamentally different from those who make profits through formal means? So for the maintainers of order, do these disruptors need to be eliminated, or are they actually in a larger order?

"They're going to rob people. I mean, these people think the ladies around me are slaves and want to force me to sell them. After I refused, they chose such a means. Batu bent down slightly, the pain and bleeding from the wound blackening his eyes. A warm, but somewhat bloody, hand held him. If it were any other time, he might not be able to sleep all night because of such a support from Atta. But now, the physical pain has left him with no energy to think about it anymore.

The man was silent for a moment, then pointed to the corpse on the ground with his horsewhip, "Take the corpse and these two people back." Wait for someone to identify the corpses, send someone to find their fellow citizens, and bring them to me, and I need to know if what these two men say is true. Before that, keep them in the sheepfold. ”

"Wait a minute. Atta stopped the man who was about to turn his horse's head, "He's injured, I'll have to treat him first." ”

"No, someone will deal with it when you get to me. I can't let the captors die for no apparent reason. Just follow along. The man said lightly, no more.

The two had no choice but to support each other and follow. Fortunately, probably to consider the wounds, the riders picked up the scimitars of Fracrag and Batu and brought them with them. A magic sword is only a magic sword in the hands of its own master, which is not to say that a person holding a Vlaclag against someone else's throat cannot perform the spell on the magic sword, but for others, they will not notice the difference between this sword and ordinary weapons at all.

The group staggered the main road, and walked towards the interior of the tribe through the gap in the yurt, and the two guards who walked at the end talked softly, "How did you say that this woman killed six people?

"What can I do? I think it's because those things don't want to hurt the goods, and they are tied up in the fight, and this woman has a little ability, so she became like this. ”

"Makes sense, alas, did she just have a black cat on her shoulder?"

Indeed, with that said, Kailas, who had been lying on Atta's shoulder, disappeared at some point during this journey. Although surrounded by a circle of riders, if the cat fairy wants to leave, he can always find the moment when these people are in a trance. Although he was worried about Batu's safety, Kailas knew better, and it was safer to tell the gray robe the news of the arrest of the two now.

"Eighty percent of them are scared away, just a beast that catches mice, just run. ”