If you ask the inhabitants of the steppe how many spirits there are and cannot answer infinitely, then you will get different answers, some will say hundreds, even thousands, some will say eighty-four thousand, some will say sixteen million, in short, they are only expressing the meaning of infinity in numbers, and even the most knowledgeable shaman cannot name each of these gods. And if you ask which of these gods are the most difficult to get along with, then the answer to this question will be much easier to answer, after all, among the immeasurable spirits like the stars, there are not many who can interact with humans and be known, among them, there are even fewer who interact with humans frequently, and only a few can be called the most difficult to get along.

Among these gods, Ma Ling must have a place. This is a very interesting thing, because war horses and hounds are almost indispensable companions in the life of a steppe person, and under this premise, the horse spirit, as the spirit of all horses, can be said to be so troublesome, which can be said to be diametrically opposed to the situation where riders and mounts are usually seen on the grassland. The Ma Ling has two faces, from the left side of it, it is a gentle companion, a strong guardian, a wise teacher, and from the right side, the Ma Ling reveals its primitive and wild side, although it does not consume blood, but it is often more rebellious and violent than the predator. Now, Cheese and the others had to face the right half of Ma Ling's face, and show them the image of a herd of wild horses.

The first to notice that something was wrong was a mare with brown flowers, which was more robust than any other of its kind, and should have been in the prime of life. As a watchman on the periphery of the group, it stopped to chew on the stalks of grass and raised its head to stare at the grass ahead. The grass swayed slightly, but the wind made it impossible to immediately determine if there was anything hidden in it. Besides, it can be hidden in the grass in a completely unnoticed way, and the contents are not too big.

Weasels, rabbits or rats are just a few of the creatures that meet these conditions in the grasslands, and none of them pose a real threat to wild horses. Leave them alone, there's plenty of forage for different foods to share, and unless it's another herd, the little things that can't even get out of the grass won't be a problem. The mare snorted slightly, lowered her head and continued to graze, her movements being watched by the rest of the group, who dismissed the warning as a false alarm.

Is that really the case? The cat elf, who walked carefully in the grass on three legs, did not agree with the other man's idea, because he knew that the horses were not facing him, but his human companions, who were much taller than the grass. "Go on grazing, and weep when you weep. Displeased by the contempt of the horses, Kailas chewed the stalk in his mouth and proceeded lightly in the other direction. In order for the mission to succeed, Batu and Lothar brutally stripped off his boots, and the flesh-padded soles of their feet were better served by stealth, although he himself did not think so.

The second sound of the grass came from a different direction than before, and it did not escape the ears of the mare who was in charge of guarding this direction. However, it quickly made the same judgment as the first warning, small animals, it is not uncommon for them to appear in groups or even wander around in the same place, and there is no need to worry. This happened a few more times around the herd, but because the noise was mainly concentrated on one side, it did not attract much attention. At this point, the first step is considered a success.

It was said that it was the first step, but in fact, Kailas's actions would not have played a role without the cooperation of the next step. Because the horses were not wrong in their judgment of him, with the ability of the cat goblin alone, he could not pose a substantial threat to the wild horses, at most it was just to scare them. Although the horses relaxed their vigilance against him, they would still react as long as there was a louder noise, and for them, it was just a change of place to graze, and the strategy of boiling toads in warm water would not work.

So the real purpose of the team is just to buy time for Lothar and Batu, who are holding the lasso, to get closer. The wind pressed the blades of grass down, forming waves one after another, but this wave no longer passed through the herd of horses before they knew it. If you look from above, you will see a circular area wrapped around wild horses, and the wind seems to have hit an invisible barrier, naturally bypassing it, leaving such a space. Of course, this is the magic of the gray robe at work, wild animals are very sensitive to the flow of magic, but after all, Cheese is the caster of the Gray Tower, although he has lost his hands, as long as he can touch the wind, he has the ability to control the direction of their flow for the next short distance. The purpose of this is to slow down the possibility of smells being detected in addition to sound.

Horses have a high line of sight, so they can't hide in the grass when they look up. Even though the grey robe and the cat goblins had reduced the possibility, Lothar and Batu were still sweating nervously as they crouched forward with the noose in their hands. They only had one chance, and that was when they approached the noose's effective range without being detected. Even so, there is enough time for the horses to react from getting up to throwing the lasso to toss the lasso to catch the horse. Once the horse starts running, it is impossible to catch up at human speed. And even if they succeed in lassing the mustang, how to climb onto the horse's back is also a problem.

There are some problems that cannot be solved without trying, and there is always a solution to everything in this world that does not take risks. Because the solutions are all thought up by people, and people are just people, there are always blind spots and loopholes in their thinking, and they can't be foolproof. Fortunately, people never need complete stratagem, because they don't need to be calculating, they only need to calculate their own kind or other creatures that are also full of holes, and other creatures are not as smart as themselves, so such a strategy is sufficient.

"Get up!" As he spoke, the two men got up from the grass, their eyes quickly locked on their targets, and the lasso in their hands swirled in the air, producing a low wind sound. One lap, two laps...

"Hiss!" the leading stallion let out a long howl, and the man stood up, his powerful forelegs waving in the air in fear. It was a stallion with a brownish-red coat and a mane on his head that swirled around his forehead.

Lothar's eyes narrowed slightly as he was attracted to his horse, and his wrist changed slightly in an instant, shifting the target of the lasso from a mare closer to him to the head horse. On the one hand, it was the Count's immediate assumption that it would be a good horse, and on the other hand, he recognized his desire to protect his compatriots as the leader of the herd, and gave him a chance at a fair duel.