Then it was time to clean up the battlefield, because one of the archers had escaped, Link and the others didn't dare to stay here for long, so they could only clean up the battlefield hastily.

The biggest wealth is the chain mail on the leader of the team and a few desert light horses, the chain mail is somewhat damaged, and the skirt armor on the lower body is also stained with the blood of a lot of leaders and the excrement of posthumous incontinence, but it is undoubtedly a lot of wealth in the depths of the desert where iron is not produced, and the desert light horse is even more valuable, and the small oasis in the north of the Wild Bull Desert can not afford to raise much, and the Link tribe and the pony mares are only more than twenty, and it was only because of Zasia that Link could get a horse, and it was taken back immediately after the failure of the Link warrior trial, but Link's riding skills have been practiced to some extent, and it also came in handy in this battle。

The desert light horse is a special product of the Manniu Desert, and the Char grassland in the south of Feilun and the endless wasteland in the east of Feilun belong to the same light horse, and the endurance and adaptability to the environment are much stronger than the latter two, Char's light horse can not even leave the Char grassland, once it leaves, it will get sick, the desert light horse can survive well in the entire Manniu Desert, the requirements for forage and water are not high, the horse's hooves are wide, the limbs are short, and it is suitable for running on the soft sand.

Link and the two captured a total of three, the other two escaped, but the three captured horses only Niata rode intact, the remaining one was the mount killed by Link, and the other was the leader's mount, because Link's spell leg had been broken, and it could only be killed by Link's knife, and then Link and the two quickly worked together to skin the two dead horses, Link had no clue at all, and almost cut the skin, Niata angrily pushed Link aside, did it herself, and began to cut off some strips of the horse's ribs, letting Link take care of the good horse。

The horse looked at the skinned and cut off kind, uneasily lifted the horse's hooves, and neighed from his mouth, Link turned the horse in one direction, comfortingly stroked the horse's brown sideburns, and then removed the water bag from the horse's body, put it on the horse's halter, and the horse began to drink quietly.

After a while, Niata, who was diligent in her hands and feet, cut off two horse skins, and cut off about twenty pounds of the best flesh on the horse, put the horse meat strips under the saddle, and rode the only surviving horse with the horse skin, and squeezed the blood of the horse meat strips with the weight of her body to make simple jerky. Dressed in foul-smelling chain mail, Link followed behind with the weapons he had scavenged and the supplies and coins he had captured.

The spicy "Atta" Hanging high in the indigo sky, the thin water vapor made there not a trace of clouds around, the rising heat was in the desert in the distance, Link was wearing heavy chain mail, smelling the blood on the chain mail and the body odor stained by the original owner, only feeling dizzy, plus after fierce fighting and being injured and not being able to eat in time, people looked even more groggy, but now is obviously not the time to rest, even the stronghold left by Teacher Niata can not be used anymore, it is too close to the battlefield, and the scout team of the Santarin Society will definitely find it when they come back to reconnoitre。

The two had to quickly return to the hut, take away all the materials hidden here, and then quickly walked in the direction of the tribe, for what to do with the spoils, the two had the same opinion, except for the easy to carry, the others could only find a place to bury for future use, but the two had some differences of opinion on how to deal with the war horse.

"I still think we should kill it, we can't leave this war horse, if we can't explain it clearly, it is likely to expose the identity of our mage, and because of the hurry, we only cut less than twenty catties of horse meat before, killing this horse We can calmly cut the meat, at least dozens of catties of dry food, which is very important to our escape plan." Link said categorically.

Njata was very hesitant, unlike Link, Nyata, who was born in the desert people, knew the preciousness of this war horse very well, and in the winter when food was scarce, the tribe would rather let the shepherd slaves starve to death than let the war horse lose weight. It is also a capital offense for a shepherd slave to take care of a war horse inadequately, and this is still an castrated stallion, which can be used as a stallion, which is even more precious.

The general war horses are generally stallions, with stronger explosiveness, and except for the stallions used for breeding, all the war horses are castrated, and the castrated stallions are more docile, and they will not casually estrus to disturb the military formation, and even the life span will be higher.

"Let's bring it back to the tribe, as a stallion, within three years, the tribe will have ten more war horses, and the tribe will give us a reward if we bring it back, maybe you won't have to be a herdsman." Niaya said with some hesitation.

Link sighed and said slowly: "There is no way to hide it, the tribe will definitely investigate the battlefield, we haven't cleaned up the battlefield at all, how did we get such a big warnation? ”

"Then let's raise it, and we can use it to run away in the future. Njata was still a little unwilling.

"We can't afford to keep it, and we don't have a place to keep it, the place where we practiced magic before is no longer usable, it's too close to the battlefield, and it's too dangerous for the enemy to go to scout. Link interrupted Niata's unrealistic fantasies.

Link and the two found a huge sand dune in the shade, marked it with the surrounding desert bushes, dug a pit, Link drew his scimitar again, and made a cameo appearance as a horse killer again in the mournful roar of the horse, this time the two worked together to clean up the horse's flesh, skin, bones, and internal organs, and Niata even drank a lot of horse blood, which made Link a little uncomfortable. The two of them had been busy working nearby, and when they were hungry, they would eat some seized jerky and mare's milk wine, although the seized jerky was raw, but fortunately it was not rough camel meat, judging from the strong smell, it should be mutton, and with the sour white mare's milk wine, Link, who was accustomed to the inferior food of the tribe, would be envious of Santarin.

"In the future, when you go out of the desert, you must carry forward Chinese cuisine in Feilun. Link laboriously chewed on the jerky as he silently made a big wish.

Finally, after hiding the loot, before sunset, the two returned to the tribe.

The pond 100 meters away reflects the beautiful sunset, the breeze stirs the calm water, the tiny waves dance like diamonds on the water, the tangled branches of the date palm trees surround the pond, leaving a tempting aroma of pulp, dozens of palm trees solemnly guard the periphery, and the fern-like emerald green leaves sway slightly in the breeze. A large number of tents dot the middle of the oasis, surrounded by the reassuring sound of camel bells and the smell of food in the air.

Link felt the cozy atmosphere in the tribe a little greedily, after the fierce battle, it was not only the body that was exhausted, but also the soul, and before Link continued to be in a daze, Niata raised the package containing the horse's internal organs in her hand, "Let's go find Zaya." ”

Link came to his senses and needed to report to Zacia about the Santarin Society, and the two walked to Zaya's tent together.