The carriage was moving slowly on the grassland. In fact, the speed of the carriage has slowed down to the same extent as a human walk, and this is mainly because the grass makes it more difficult to drive, and there are obviously no roads for vehicles on the grassland. However, this does not mean that people in the car can accept such speeds.

"We should give up this cart, there are two horses pulling the cart, and one of us is just right. This is the third time in two days that Batu has tried to convince others to do so.

"As I have said many times, these two horses are not the kind you are used to riding, they are the kind of cart pullers and packers, and they can't run at all when you sit on them. In addition, there was food in the cart, and if you gave up the carriage, you would have to throw away nearly half of it, even if everyone carried part of it on their backs. Besides, with the help of the carriage, we don't need to sleep in the open at least. Lothar waved her whip in boredom and said to the boy sitting next to him. Ever since he was easily defeated by the Count, Batu had shown unusual respect for the former.

Therefore, the boy did not say anything more. He watched in silence at the two horses pulling the cart, trying to find evidence that they could also carry people. However, it didn't take long for the two horses to stop, "What's the matter, there's still some time until noon, we have to continue..."

Batu's words naturally stopped when he saw Lothar's expression. He followed the motorist's gaze and saw a vague shadow on a slightly raised hillock in the distance. But before he could recognize more details, the shadow disappeared behind the knoll. "Tsk, haunted fellow. Lothar spat with a bit of disdain in her tone, "Okay, that guy is gone, let's continue on our way, wait a minute, what's wrong with you?"

This time it was the boy's turn to look at the expression. It was obvious that Batu's face was wrong, his eyes were fixed on the hillock where the dark shadow had disappeared, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

"How many times have you seen him?" asked Batu, his voice trembling slightly, as if he were terrified.

"If I didn't miss it, it should be the second time. Do you know what that guy is trying to do?" With Lothar's eyes, he could be sure that the shadow he saw wasn't a monster or a ghost, it was a man, a man on a horse. The fact that a rider had been observing the movement of the carriage for a long time at such a great distance made the Count instinctively unhappy. But he wasn't a child of the prairie after all, and he didn't know what that meant. In Lothar's view, perhaps the other side was simply confirming whether they were hostile or trying to encroach on their territory.

"He's a scout, and his presence means that the leaders of the tribe have gathered, and tomorrow will be the third day, and the night after tomorrow will be the full moon!" the boy cried out in horror, his words beginning to be mixed with the native language of the steppe people, but even what he shouted when he was not so frightened was beyond Lothar's comprehension. Fortunately, the Count knows who can solve this problem.

At noon, the carriage stops to give both the horses and passengers time to eat and rest in the calm grassland. For most people, a long journey in a carriage is not a pleasant experience, even though it is from the hands of the Hammer Leader and is popular in the royal capital, and the carriage in which the whole Grey Lion is the most comfortable to sit in.

"How's it going?" said Lothar, handing the water bag to the walking cheese and gesturing with her chin to Batu, who was sitting nearby. He knew that the mage must have a way of knowing what the boy was trying to say, and he must be able to understand what was really important in the boy's words.

Cheese's expression was not very good, he took the water bag and took a sip before slowly saying, "Not very good." According to Batu, we have been targeted by a coalition of several tribes, to be exact. If you didn't miss it, these united hordes will attack us early the day after tomorrow. ”

"What?" Lothar's expression was a little stunned, not that he couldn't understand that the group was being taken as a target by the nomads of the steppe. But the union of several tribes, which is too much fanfare for a squad of only four people, is it? You must know that in the past, the nomads invaded the hammer only as a single tribe, and the union of multiple tribes would only happen in ten or twenty years. Fierce nomadic tribes don't come together easily unless they have a commander who is strong enough, or who has a tempting enough interest.

The mage shrugged helplessly, honestly if it weren't for Batu's sworn by his falcon's life, he wouldn't have believed the shocking news. Because this is really completely unreasonable, the plundering on the steppe is nothing more than two things, supplies and women. It is true that they have both of these things, but neither the food reserves in the carriage nor the presence of Atalanta are enough to attract such a stirring formation, which is like shooting mosquitoes with crossbow arrows.

"Why? who are they coming for? you, or Batu?" the Count was, after all, a pragmatic man, and after a brief moment of astonishment, he quickly deduced the two most likely reasons for the steppe people to attack. First of all, Cheese, although the mage himself has never been to this grassland, his gray robe can not only make him a loyal ally like the Frost Guardian, but also a target for revenge. In addition, as the only steppe man in the team, Batu may also become the bull's-eye of the other party, if this kid is the heir of the leader of the water antelope tribe or has some prominent and important position, then he may become the target of these tribes.

"I don't know. But I think it probably doesn't have anything to do with either of us. Cheese's words are the result of careful consideration. To be sure, the grassland is a place less frequented by spellcasters than the sea, because it is naturally xenophobic, and the vastness of the sky and the earth can easily make people who are not used to it feel flustered, and it cannot provide the conditions for casters to devote themselves to research. Therefore, except for the native shamans or witch doctors of the grasslands, few foreign mages have anything to do with this place.

As for Batuu, Cheese had his own way of telling if he was lying to him, so when the boy explained his origins, the mage quickly believed him. Batu, the child of a falconer of the Watergazelle tribe, died of his father on a hunting trip, supposedly being shot by hunters from a neighboring tribe to snatch his prey. This kind of thing is not too uncommon in the grasslands. After his father's death, Batu's mother traditionally became the wife of his father's younger brother, and the boy had only two options: either he would become a stepson who was not destined to be treated favorably, and he would have to give up his falcon, or he would have to prove that he had the ability to contribute to the tribe as an adult male. This may also explain why he is so desperate to gain Atta's favor, and in any culture, marriage can be seen as a representative transition from childhood to adulthood.

A boy with such a background is not enough to be targeted.

"That makes no sense. Their target is not you and Batu, nor supplies and women, so what else can it be? I have fought with them a few times, but that was seven or eight years ago, and they can't remember me. Lothar frowned and muttered.

"There's no point in guessing here, if you want to know the answer, you have to take some action. Cheese said to his companion.