The trio galloped across the overgrown brown wilderness, through waist-high grass and piles of dead leaves, the flying hooves of horses stirring up mud flowers and dead leaves. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info right hand is a forest, left hand is the abandoned village that has just been discovered by the three of them, Sonny behind the cushion keeps using a wall of fire to stop the pursuers, but the person who comes is his Uncle Lawrence after all, without hurting them, he can only gradually slow down, get close to them, and then raise a wall of fire, but after all, he can't stop them completely.

There was a dry ditch at the edge of the field, and Horn leaped past without stopping, plunging headlong into the elms, oaks, and fir bushes. He peeked behind him and saw that Uncle Lawrence's men had gradually caught up, and Sonny and Sulla had long since disappeared. "Quick, quick, good horse, hurry up!" he told the horse under his crotch. This is what Mike taught him, learning to communicate with horses. "You can do it, come on, hurry up!"

He walked between the two cedars, not caring where the moss grew. Then he crossed a section of rotten wood, far away from the huge dead trees that had fallen one after another, and the broken branches protruded from the middle of the dead trees. Up a gentle slope, and down the other side, accelerating, accelerating, slowing down occasionally, but then accelerating violently, and the horse's hooves struck the rock, splashing sparks. Climbing the hill, he glanced back again. By this time the uncle was ahead of the crowd, and his jaws trembled with each time the horse's hooves landed.

A small river stood in front of him, and Horn did not hesitate to urge the horse to step in, wading through the flowing water of floating wet leaves and silt, and when he came ashore, many of the leaves were on the horse's legs. The bushes were thick, and the ground was full of roots and stones, perhaps from the wind and rain of the previous days, so he had to slow down his movement to prevent him from falling off his horse and breaking his leg like the innkeeper.

Another hill appears ahead, this one is steeper. He climbed up and came down from the other side. They had already learned how big the damn forest was a few days ago, and he knew that his mount was fast, because it was one of the few thoroughbreds in Uruk, but speed was not useful here, and it was important to walk through the woods, and more importantly, the direction and familiarity with the environment.

I've got to get back into the wilderness, and if I run in this damn forest any longer, I'll get rid of my uncle, and more importantly, Sonny might have been captured, and without him, I wouldn't even be able to raise the fire, and sooner or later I'd have frozen to death in this damn forest. So, he searched for a long time, but found only one hunter's path, narrow and rugged, but better than nothing.

He ran along the path, letting the branches whappe his cheeks, and one branch caught the hood of his cloak and swept it behind, and for a moment he was terrified that he would be knocked off his horse. An elk, disturbed by a wild gallop, scurried out of the huge bushes. The trail led him to another creek. It's over, is this the river just now? Could it be that I'm spinning in the same place again? I didn't have time to think about it, and the sound of horses' hooves came from behind me. Further back, his face was cut through the thorns, and he knew he must now look like a fugitive in disarray.

The crows flew away from the branches, the trees began to thin, and suddenly he stepped out of the forest, and a wide, flat field stretched out before his eyes, covered with trampled wild wheat and wet grass. Horn kicked his horse and galloped. "Run, man, here's our chance!" he said excitedly to the horse, "as long as you can help me avoid this, I will treat you like the best brother I can do to my brother Sonny!"

Did you get rid of them? He looked back quickly, damn it! Uncle Lawrence had chased after him, and was still getting closer. No, he thought desperately, no, my uncle is already fat like this, why is he still so powerful, he is already an old man in his fifties, why is the horse still riding the same as it was back then, this is not fair!

By the time the uncle caught up, the two horses were covered in sweat and nearly collapsed. Uncle reached for his reins, and Horn himself was panting, knowing he had no hope. Because if it was Uncle Sersi, he might be able to deceive him with this incorruptible tongue in his mouth, but it was Uncle Lawrence, and his rigidity was known to all Sumerians. "Boy, you ride a horse a lot like Mike, but that doesn't mean you're his child," Lawrence said, holding on to the two horses, "You have Angoran blood in you, but you also have noble Dalton wolf blood!"

"Uncle, I just want to know the answer. He let go of his hands to show that he would not run away.

"Answer?" Lawrence was covered in sweat, his breath freezing in the air. "I'm afraid you'll never get an answer, kid. He grabbed the reins of his nephew and pulled him to his side with the horse, "Now, will you go back with me, or will I tie you up and put you on the horse's back?"

"I'll go back with you. He said whimsily.

Sonny and Sula were waiting for them at the inn. In the hall, the proprietress had already cleaned up the dishes, but the table, chairs, and the leather armor of the throwing knife still showed scorched marks. "Your Excellency, you have to pay me a new bow, and the young master from Assyria burned it to ashes. As soon as Lawrence entered, the archer told him with an unhappy expression.

"Not only will you get a new bow made of purple shirtwood, but you'll also get ten gold coins. Lawrence carried Horn and pressed him to the chair like a chicken, "Other than that, each of you will be part of the regular army of Uruk, including the lame." ”

"Thank you, sir!" said the tall mercenary, who offered Lawrence a glass of ale.

"Liar!" Horn roared, pointing at the tall man.

"Don't be angry, Lord Horn. The mercenary looked embarrassed, "The latest report is to arrest the three of you, who knew that our four brothers had such good luck and happened to meet the three of you." ”

"Lord Horn, we're not liars, we're really catching fugitives. The throwing knife stood aside, a mark on his face blackened by burning leather armor. "It's just that this time is different, and the requirement on the report is to treat the 'fugitives' well, and not to be lazy at all. ”

"So, I took the time to shoot four ducks for you. The archer said cheerfully.

"Alright, your mission is done, go out. Lawrence took half a sip of wine and waved his hand with a heavy face, "Everyone goes out, except for the three 'fugitives' with distinguished status." ”

After the door was closed, my uncle kept drinking and didn't say anything for a long time.

Sonny sat at the table, looking unhappy, "Uncle Lawrence, we just want to help—"

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty," Lawrence interrupted him, "now is not the time for you to mess around. He took a deep breath and put down his glass, a glimmer of tears in his eyes. "Horn, as much as I don't want to, I don't want to, but I have to tell you..... The southern crusade failed. Your Uncle Camille, Uncle Mike, archery teacher Aiden, and nearly 100,000 Confederate troops all died in battle. And that includes my brother, your father....."