"Father, look!" shouted the child in one of the grasslands, rubbing his eyes, pointing to the stars falling in the sky. He had been trying to reassure the horse's father as he looked impatiently at his son's fingers, and when he saw the fright that was taking place in the sky, his eyes widened, and he froze there completely, letting his horse neigh at the falling stars in the sky.

Similar situations have occurred in various parts of the grasslands, as far as the foot of snow-capped mountains and as close as the edge of forests, where herders and other living creatures have had the privilege of witnessing this spectacle. Of course, not everyone will stay awake at night, and not everyone will immediately rush out of the warm blanket to soothe their horses. Therefore, tonight's wonder will also become a half-truth and half-truth legend in the future, and there is no way to test. And those shamans will clearly know that just tonight, at this very moment, a god among the spirits descended its might, but the purpose of this starfall is not sure unless it is the shaman of the horse spirit. But this is exciting enough, starfall, this is a common thing in distant times, but the stories handed down from that era have been collectively called myths.

Now that the stars have reappeared, how can they not excite the people who are waiting for the spirits? There are many shamans who yearn day and night to return to that time, the time when the gods walked on the grassland. It's just that if they know that the reason for the fall of the stars is because they have to fight against the calamities that also came from the age of mythology, they don't know if they will be happy. The age of mythology is very good, people can entrust the responsibility to the gods, all their own suffering can be resolved through faith, and if they can't, they can hope for the afterlife. But in that era, human life was also lighter because it was not shouldered with responsibility.

Is it light? I guess it's heavy. It's not a shaman, but it inadvertently attracts the starfall, and the colossal pressure of communicating heaven and earth all falls on the shoulders of the cheese, and the gray robe that was originally standing on the ground is pressed to the knees, but it looks like a pious worship to others. Cheese had never thought of such a thing, he just wanted to get a little blessing from the gods, and he didn't even need to be as strong as he was against the worm god. He still couldn't figure out the character of the spirits, so he didn't expect that the spirit of the horse would directly make such a big scene after listening to his request. The gods are in the lower realm, which is never in the textbooks of the Gray Tower.

Cold sweat broke out from the back of Cheese's back, his heart raced, and his breathing couldn't keep it as calm as before. There is a reason why the Grey Tower's training has never taught anything related to the lower realm of the gods. It is no longer the time of legends, and it is no longer clear whether it is because the miracles of the gods have become less visible and thus they have been blurred, or because they have been forgotten and they have shown their power to others less often. Therefore, even if he was the master of the Grey Tower, he did not think that his apprentices had the need to know about it. It's like once having a jar, when it was there, people thought a lot about it, whether it was the texture, the material, the heat resistance, etc., it was easy to use. But then the jar cracked, shattered, fell into the river and washed into the sea, and everything about the jar became meaningless, because it disappeared from people's lives completely. Over time, whether there has ever been such a jar in this world has become blurred, and what is painted on this jar is all related to the gods.

Not to mention the lack of knowledge, the weight on the mage's shoulders alone was enough to make him feel flustered. It's been a long time since Cheese has felt the existence of death so clearly, as the coordinates of Starfall, he seems to have a whole castle pressed on him, but the castle is suspended by a thin rope, so that the mage under the castle is just between being crushed to death and not being crushed to death. The pain had sublimated into a maddening impulse, and if he could move now, he would choose to kill himself with a sword and not suffer from this torture again. But those who can be crushed under the castle do not even have the right to commit suicide.

"Buzz!" the skin-covered man who was grappling with Lothar was swept away by the invisible wave of air, and the human-sized porcupine made an unwilling sound to reveal its soft belly unprotected by spikes. Naturally, the Earl could not let go of such an opportunity, although he didn't know why the wave of qi from behind only made his clothes tremble, but he was able to overturn the monster that weighed two or three people, to say the least, but the battle axe in his hand did not hesitate at all.

"Ahh The lantern that Cheese had placed at his feet before was shining with the light of the morning light, which was not intense enough to directly incinerate the sun-sensitive monster, but after losing the cover of the skin, the skin-bearer was powerless to resist.

The same thing happened to everyone, and the members of the team were not affected by Starfall, but all the evil creatures who followed Alaye here were weighed down by the wave of air. Even Alei's own form slowed to a halt, and the vague figure raised its head, its mouth open like a cave, and roared silently at the falling stars.

Cheese also looked up at the approaching falling star, and unlike the others, as the caster who summoned him, he could see the star as it was, a steed he had never seen before and would never see again. The muscles, the hair, every movement on its body shows a power that transcends words, this power is not aggressive, it is more similar, beautiful.

The impact of beauty made the mage forget the pain that tore through his whole body for a moment, and he unconsciously left tears of excitement, and slowly raised his hands to welcome the arrival of the stars. Closer and closer, closer and closer, at last, the two front hooves of the horse spirit and the hands of the mage touched, and the dazzling stars were dyed with earthly colors at this moment. Then the light converges and returns to nothing.

"Da Da Da!" The light is gone, the horse's hooves rise, and the hooves sound urgently. Without waiting for a few people to react, I saw that a man and a horse had already rushed out from the rear and went straight to Alay! That person, naturally wearing a gray robe, the horse, but a little familiar, it was clearly eight points similar to the dead war horse that Batu had died before! Before he could react, the resurrected war horse had already rushed to Alay's body with the mage. There was no roar, no tactics, no change of moves, the arrogant spirit of the horse raised his hooves and stepped on Alay's shoulders fiercely, and the arms of the pitch-black figure fell off in an instant!

"O spirits!" said Batu, stunned as he watched the sight as Cheese and the horse under his crotch had already run off into the distance, leaving Alei, who was on his knees, struggling to get up. It was almost on its feet, but at that moment, the horse that came running from behind it once again kicked mercilessly on its back, keeping Alay's upper body close to the ground!

And so, back and forth, seven times and seven times, fourteen shocks! Under the merciless hooves of the horses, the famous calamity of the steppe became a broken mass. The spirit of the horse finally stopped, not because it didn't want to trample the evil thing to pieces, but because the gray robe on its back was already crumbling. The gods are strong, but the price of this strong god staying in the world is paid by the gray robe!

"Whew!" the horse spirit snorted, his eyes fixed on the shadows that had fallen into the dust. The evil creatures that followed were all silent, and they hid aside and did not dare to move. Lothar and they looked at each other, incredulous at the sudden victory. Their disbelief was right, for the shadow was rapidly regaining its original form, and becoming more distorted.