A cavalryman with a bayonet gun rushed into the battlefield following the horseshoe prints of the commander of Mike, he held the bayonet in his right hand and stabbed a lion-legged halfling, who knew that the halfling with his back to him suddenly turned around, and his right hand caught the blow hard, and then the other hand slapped the bayonet in the hand of the cavalryman, and the halfling held the bayonet that was broken in half, and directly pierced the cavalryman's chest. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Another cavalryman rushed over, a strong shackle smashed on the lionman's back, smashed its back out of a huge blood hole, the flail that had just been thrown out had not been retracted, a leopard-legged halfling jumped two meters high, and directly knocked the cavalryman holding the chain flail off the horse, it threw the cavalry to the ground, opened its mouth and mouthed bloody, revealing its sharp fangs, and bit on the neck of the cavalry without hesitation.

The red and blue blood suddenly covered this plain that should have been quiet, and the slashing sound of cavalry and the roar of halflings came and went.

The men and horses on both sides wrapped the group of halflings in dumplings, and the inferior halflings gradually began to flee in the east-west direction, and Mike, who was covered in blue blood, was still at the forefront of the fight, and he finally saw the familiar figure.

Kenny dismounted and tossed the wine bag tied to the saddle to Mike, Mike craned his neck and took several puffs, the liquor running down the sides of his cheeks, washing the blue blood on his body, his dark skin encroaching on the blue blood, Mike's tall and muscular body like a god of war in the sun.

"Why are you here? Mike wiped the corners of his mouth with his hand.

"Nina's father sent a letter saying that you were harassed by a large number of halflings, I hurried to your garrison with my troops, the elder said that you have been on the expedition for three days, it seems that we have just arrived, why are there so many halflings this time?" Kenny looked at Mike puzzled.

"Nina is alright? Oh yes, that's just the tip of the iceberg. Mike gave a thumbs up and pointed behind him.

Kenny looked in the direction Mike was pointing, countless halflings were coming towards them, he thought he had already wrapped all the halflings in dumplings, who knew that the group to the south that could not see the edge was the main force, Kenny immediately mounted his horse and commanded the troops to retreat.

Kenny and Mike fled with their troops to the west of the Menu River, and soldiers kept reporting on the way, and the troops behind them were constantly being attacked by halflings.

"When is this a head, should we change direction and go northwest, which is Lawrence's territory, and perhaps meet his regiment at the border to help us. Kenny's whip kept pumping towards the horse under his crotch, and he struggled to keep up with Mike's speed.

"We weren't familiar with the roads of the wilderness, and we wouldn't have been able to get to Avonburg without the locals leading the way. Mike responds to Kenny.

"What then? You can't keep running like this, and even if we could, the horse would be tired. Kenny was anxious.

"The sun is almost setting, although the god Namu gave those monsters great brute strength and agile body, but also gave them a fatal flaw, they can't see at night, fortunately they just rob some weapons, if they know that there is such a thing as torches in this world, the Marshall family will not need us to overthrow it. Mike looked at the sun as it set in the sky.

When it gets dark, Kenny orders all the soldiers to rest.

Kenny and Mike sit by the Menu River and nibble on dried beef, Mike tells Kenny that the previous lord of the Angolan steppe had also been chased by the halflings, and the situation was similar to them, he said that there was a group of dark magic wizards living near the Menu River, they were very good at divination, probably the best soothsayers in the First Continent, he once saved one of the wizards, and they worshipped him as the savior of the wizards of the Menu River, and later the lord got their instructions to repel the halflings.

Kenny, who heard the news, stood up excitedly, "So what are you waiting for, let's go find it quickly." ”

"The Menu River is six hundred miles long, where can I find it?" Mike's words poured over Kenny's head like a basin of cold water.

"Halflings aren't going to attack us at night anyway, so why don't we look for them while it's safe to do so?" Kenny believes in his luck.

Helplessly, Mike regretted what he had said, and although it was true that the previous lord had told him, he had only listened to it as a story.

After nibbling on the dried beef, the two men got on their horses and rode westward, Kenny, who was bumpy on the gravel road of the Menu River, became more and more irritable, and rode wildly for nearly an hour, the two of them couldn't stand being upside down, so they had to dismount and rest by the river, they regretted very much that they came out to find the so-called soothsayer, maybe the previous grassland lord was just a casual story made up after drinking too much goat's milk wine.

Kenny sat by the river and looked at the sky, the stars in the sky clearly formed a complete Milky Way, what was Nina doing in Kartala at this time, did she sleep, every time this time, Kenny would miss his wife.

Just as Kenny was quietly looking at the sky, Mike next to him suddenly started singing, which startled Kenny.

The pastoral song of the Angolan steppe is melodious, this is the pastoral song they have sung for generations, and the herdsmen of the grassland will sing it, and at this time Mike seems to have a different face, completely different from the bloody god of war during the day.

Mike sang and sang when a small boat on the Menu River came towards them.

Kenny pats Mike on the shoulder, and Mike, who is still indulging in his singing, stops, and they look at the moonlit boat and stagger towards them.

"During the Holy War, did you learn soul summoning or some other forbidden art from Ryan? Kenny asked Mike half-jokingly.

"The cavalry of the Angolan steppes don't learn those things. Mike hates Kenny's jokes, and his words sound more like mockery of him.

As the boat approached, they saw a woman rowing in, in her early twenties, Kenny and Mike with their swords drawn from their waists, they didn't know if the people on the boat were friend or foe.

The boat approached slowly, and the woman on board, dressed in a black crow feather, stepped down from the boat with a cane in her left hand, her eyes fixed on the two strangers holding their swords and torches.

Kenny swallowed, wondering how a woman could suddenly appear in the dead of night, or a woman dressed in such a strange outfit, and he tentatively asked, "Are you looking for us?"

After hearing Kenny's words, the woman's face suddenly became hideous, and she raised the cane in her hand and pointed at the two strangers in front of her and roared, "Who is it that allows you to trample on the waters of the Menu River?!"