"Shhh Batu's legs relaxed slightly, his hands quickly alternating between tightening the ropes, he didn't think about using human power to pull the rebellious horse, his goal was to ride on the horse, and it was there that the real battle between men and horses began. However, while Batu was still making steady progress, his companions seemed to be ahead.

"Hum!" the wind sounded in Lothar's ears, he never thought that when the speed and strength were enough, the blades of grass would hurt so much against his bare skin. He never thought that a flick of the head of an ordinary wild horse could pull up the entire Count of Montenegro of the dignified Greylion Kingdom. Of course, there was a reason why Lothar was weaker than usual, but even so, the brown-red horse that was the leader of the group was too strong. Lothar knew very well that he was in trouble.

The Count struggled to regain his balance when he fell to the ground again, but he was unsuccessful, and he heard that when dealing with hard-mouthed captives on the prairie, they would tie him to his ankles with a rope and tie him to the saddle, so that the unfortunate man would have to be held to the ground while the horses were running. No matter how hard the mouth is, he can't stand the punishment of peeling off the skin and removing the flesh layer by layer, or he will open his mouth to beg for pleasure in half a day. Lothar never thought of his body as unusual, so he now had only two options.

Or, let it go immediately and roll around on the ground a few times, and if you're lucky, you won't hit rocks or sharp objects, and the injury will only be a scrape on your skin. Or, continue to hold on to the noose in your hand and find a way to change your situation in a short period of time. There was a subtle similarity between this practice and suicide, but considering how important a horse was to the current squad, and the strong fighting spirit that had risen from within him for a long time, the Count did not hesitate to choose the latter.

Isn't that fair? If you want the wild horses galloping on the prairie to your advantage, you have to at least risk your life against it. The force on the other end of the rope was slightly lightened, and Lothar was able to raise her head to look at the opponent on the other end of the lasso who had brought herself into this situation. He saw the horse's eyes with a very human contempt. Okay, then there's no other way, since you're fighting, let's have a good fight.

"Is he crazy?" asked Keiras as he approached Greyrobe's side and looked at Lothar, who was being dragged around by a stallion in the distance. Anyone who has some sanity would choose to let go at such a time, but it seems that the Count not only did not mean this, but his hand holding the straw rope became tighter and tighter.

In response, Cheese showed a crying and laughing expression, and said in a tone that I don't know whether it was ridicule or seriousness, "Let me introduce you to you, this is the Lothar I know." This guy had been charging at a monster several stories tall by himself, and I don't think there are many people in the world who can compare to him. ”

"You don't look very worried. The cat goblin looked up at the mage, who couldn't find a worried look on the latter's face.

Cheese looked down into Kairas's eyes after noticing his gaze, "Well, you have to understand that some people are just good at things that are unthinkable. They'll try things that others don't, and they'll learn from them at an astonishing speed so they can use them the next time they do something stupid. To put it nicely, when it comes to perseverance and patience, I believe that our Mr. Knight will not lose to a horse. Of course, to be on the safe side, I think it's better to start preparing your medicine now. ”

On the other hand, while Greyrobe and the cat goblin are talking about Lothar's crazy moves, Batu is already very close to his goal. The mare he was trapped in was not the strongest in the pack, and it was evident that the horse was younger than the one on the outside, which meant that he was inexperienced and more easily flustered, which was exactly what Batu needed. The young herdsman was running like a fly, his steps as fast as if he were walking on the grass. And this practice of walking quickly with the strength of the horse is actually quite dangerous, and if he makes the slightest mistake, he will soon follow in Lothar's footsteps.

Fortunately, the choice of target led to a different outcome, and after a few minutes of thrilling, Batu had already touched the tail hair of the horse. But this was not enough, without a saddle and stirrups, Batu could not easily climb on the horse's back from the side, he had to get close to the horse's neck, then let go of the hand holding the lasso, and instead hold the latter's neck, and with the force of his running, he lifted his lower body off the ground, hung it on the side of the horse, and then straddled the horse's back.

This series of actions sounds quite difficult, but in practice it will only become more dangerous and difficult. But this is not difficult for Batu, after all, not everyone has a saddle and matching harness in the steppe, and the nomadic tribes have an exquisite craftsmanship for making harness, but the limitations of metallurgical technology make their harness particularly valuable. As a result, children on the steppe rarely have the opportunity to own their own harness until they reach adulthood, and they cannot borrow a horse with one unless their parents want to. But horseback riding is a skill that every steppe person must master, and in this environment, the people of the steppe have learned from an early age skills that do not rely on harness, and these skills, when they are supported by harness, can evolve many movements that make the jaw drop of non-steppe riders.

"Come on, let's start dancing!" Batu muttered to himself, and finally stepped his right leg to the other side of the horse's body, and he leaned down on the horse's back, holding the horse's neck with both hands. Aware of this, the mustang immediately stopped running, for it could no longer shake off the man on its back, and began to jump in place, its hooves in the air, bending almost like an arched bridge, trying to throw the rider out with the force of the impact.

"Will they succeed?" said Atalanta, who also walked over to the cheese and the others, looking at Batu as he roared on horseback.

"You can't ask me that, you have to ask the horses, and see if they think these two men are enough to conquer them. The mage replied with some evasion, and his gaze was not as focused on Batu as the female swordsman. In his opinion, Batu's success is only a matter of time, the kid knows his catties very well, and he also knows what kind of goals such catties can challenge, and there is no need to watch such a competition. It was Lothar who really caught the cheese's attention, especially the lasso he used, which was made up of half of Cheese's and half of Batu's, which the mage feared might not be enough to use as a tool for the Count's contest.

"Well, what's the use of worrying so much. In the end, success or failure is only between that one person and one horse. ”