At dawn the next day, as the morning sun stained the sky with the strong wind, the four men, including Mike, stood under the city gate and said goodbye to the Frontier Commander who provided them with their sturdy horses. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"I said, let them rest with you for a few more days. Duck told Mike, who was naked. He was dressed today in a blue leather waistcoat with light gray chain mail, a sword and a sharp dagger hanging from his belt, a mantle of mink over his shoulders, and an oak leaf coat of arms sewn with gold thread in the conspicuous part of all objects. This was the highest courtesy for the Knights of Eridu to bid farewell to their friends—donning their finest armor and swords. "But our Chancellor of the Exchequer refused!" he said, looking a little frustrated.

"I'll see you again. Mike told him in a hoarse voice, "I've been on horseback for more than twenty years, and I haven't met an opponent," he patted his friend's arm, "You're the first guy to tell me to get serious!"

"But I still lost. Duck smiled heartily, "No matter how far you go—"

"-Don't forget, there's a friend like me in Elidu. Mike went on to say to him, "Sersi told me, man. When he had finished speaking, he mounted his horse with all his might, doing his best not to appear weak in front of his friend, and then shook the reins violently, and ran westward, without looking back.

The sun shone across the endless wilderness, and four horses galloped across the tender meadows, splashing mud and dust, raising a haze behind the hanging hooves.

Steven, who is not good at riding, is the last, and if it weren't for Mike's poor health, Alan and Sersi had to slow down, I'm afraid the red-haired wizard would have been buried in the wind and sand. But even so, he had a hard time keeping up with the three, and it wasn't until they reached a gentle slope that the first three slowed down slightly.

By this time, they were miles away from Brugg, and Mike followed Allen, who was galloping at the front, and the Angola totem on his back had long since turned into a bright red dragon. "Man," he said in a hoarse voice that had been tormented by the potion for the past few days, "Selsey said you saw Kenny in the Dragon's Blood Forest, is that true?"

Alan looked uneasy. "Gotta ask the red-haired wizard," he frowned, "it's a pity that guy is a liar!"

Mike glanced back. "Then why take him with you?"

A smile appeared on Alan's lips. "Free minions, why don't you bring them?" he muttered, "besides, he's a liar with some talent, at least he saved you, and you're in desperate need of an alchemist right now, I don't think that old apothecary can keep up with us!"

"He's a Nippur!" said Serci, riding his horse along, "you're playing with the faith of the loyal people, and the honor that Dalton is proud of!"

"This is compensation for his excessive consumption of Dalton's honor!" Alan spat out, "If that kid doesn't want to come along, I'll kill him with my own hands!"

"If it's the latter, I bet you wouldn't do it!" Sersi pushed the blindfold, "Where are we going next?" The Dragon's Blood Forest is so big, and there are far more prostitutes in it than in the brothels in the west of Nipur, are you going to let us be wild people with you for the rest of our lives?"

"In the name of Selcy the One-Eyed Wildling!" Alan Lang said. The words lingered in the wind and sand for a moment, until Steven staggered to follow, and he spoke again: ", I hope we are lucky enough not to all become savages!" With that, he shook the reins and threw the panting red-haired wizard into the dust again.

When the sun overhead became an arc of red sunset, they still rode on the wilderness. Before that, Alan had spent a little time familiarizing himself with the map provided by Sir Dark, but it was difficult to discern the direction in the field without any references, and now that they had left the path where the travelers and caravans had taken, the darkness forced them to dismount and camp.

After that, Steven, as Allen said, undertook a series of menial tasks in addition to hunting, such as feeding horses, fetching water, collecting firewood, making fires, and setting up camps. When night fell and a few lost wild lambs were roasted on the bonfire, he continued to wash his horse's back without complaint.

"I remember that the mountain pool was in the valley of ancient pines the day before we found the witch's hut. Alan glanced back at Steven, who was busy with his work, and looked at Mike through the campfire in front of him, "Man, can you still hold on?"

"You're insulting me, Runaway Knight. Mike sneered as he yawned.

"I have a question, man. Sersi leaned forward and poked the mutton with the stick in his hand, "Even if we find that mountain pool, the lord must be gone, and then where should we go?"

"Of course he won't stay where he is," Alan nodded, "but there's always something left, right?"

"What if there's nothing left?" Mike raised an eyebrow, "Don't forget, the Alliance Army is still being held by White, and there are two things you should think about now, one is how to find the lord, and the other is how to exchange the witches around him for our army." ”

"Oh, alright!" Alan groaned with a gloomy face, "these problems should have been solved by Kenny, and all the troubles should have been thought of by him, but now it's all on me, damn it!"

Sersi smiled. "As smart as you are," he said, tearing off a large piece of lamb with his hand and stuffing it into his mouth, "Even if Kenny is here, it's up to you to think about these questions, after all, you're a clever ghost!"

"But the clever ghost is not responsible. Alan muttered, looking up at the quiet night sky.

By the time they were renegotiating, the four of them had traversed the endless wilderness, past the witch's mulberry hut, and through the blood-soaked forest. After that, the peaks suddenly unfolded, green fields, blue skies, and turquoise peaks suddenly appeared, and the canyons stretched in front of them until the dense ancient trees filled with the morning light.

The road gradually narrows, and the slower you go to the bottom, the slower you go. But instead of wasting time, they hurried on their way, and as they crossed the verdant forests and the quiet stream, the horses' hooves splashed along the shoals, but even so, when they reached the pool of Alan's imagination, it was already dark, and the dark water danced uneasily with the night wind. "Look, that rock, the one by the pool!" exclaimed Allen, on his horse, pointing to the low rock covered by the night, "Kenny and the witch must have sat on that stone, I dare swear by the Dalton wolf stripe!"

"The wolf stripes are almost worthless!" Mike grumbled, then lightly grabbed the horse's belly and dismounted from the rock that Eren was pointing to.

The remaining three dismounted, and four torches illuminated the gloomy rock as day. "Oh, what's going on here?!" Steven took a few steps back, looking around uneasily, his face growing pale.