The initial pain is no longer felt. The same is true of the hand holding the straw rope, as well as the body being dragged to the ground, and Lothar can only try to make sure that his upper body leans on the rope and leaves the ground slightly, as long as the main organs of the upper body are not damaged, his injuries are now within acceptable limits. That being said, the convenience of this numbness doesn't last long, and it won't be long before the abrasion reaches the depth of the blood vessels, and the blood loss will cause the body's abilities to decline rapidly. Opportunity, now.

With your right hand, continue to maintain your strength, and with your left hand, try to relax. The slight tingling sensation indicates that the vertical spines in the rope are stuck in the flesh, and in a sense, these barbs increase the friction on the slippery surface of the rope, although at the cost of a lot of effort to get the barbs out of the flesh later. Exhale, inhale. The strong wind blowing from the front carries the smell of a wild beast, a smell that can be summed up as a foul smell, but for those who often work with horses and other animals, the smell itself contains a wild and primitive energy.

The most important thing to be careful about being dragged behind a galloping horse is the powerful hind hooves, although there is no farrier, but the human head is not much better than a watermelon. That's why Lothar had to keep his head up, he had to check his direction and adjust his center of gravity to avoid being hit by the horse's hooves. But the problem is that he can easily maintain this state for a while, he can balance the distance between himself and the horse's hooves, grasp the center of gravity, reduce physical damage, etc., but he can't get closer to the body of the mustang. For he was dragged directly behind the horse, and any attempt to approach him had to end up facing a pair of hooves that were enough to kill him.

What can be done? Lothar's brain thought quickly, he needed change, any change could bring about a turnaround, and although it was impossible to tell whether it was good or bad, there was hope in the end. The question was, how to get a galloping wild horse to change its course? The Count gritted his teeth and forced himself to his sanity as he endured the pain that made him want to howl, and the hard touch of a slight blow to his chest during a swing gave him a way. Having made up his mind, the Count let go of his left hand holding the rope.

In this case, letting go of a hand, even the left hand, which is relatively weak, is an act that is incomparably close to suicide. Even if Lothar was still able to hold on to her body, the damage and the burden on her arm would be several times greater than before. The aggravated pull of the moment he let go made Lothar wonder if his hand was about to be broken. But he couldn't give up, on the contrary, the almost unconscious pain triggered the instinct of the battle-hardened warrior, and his left hand quickly plunged under his clothes, and he pulled the leather rope around his neck, and took out the hard object hanging from his chest, a small dagger in the shape of a spider.

The dagger was a relic of Lothar's deceased wife, as well as her family's amulet and identification. The Count always carried it with him, and even added a small leather case to it in order not to stab himself with its sharp tip. Now he used his thumb to squeeze the holster off, revealing the amulet's original blade. If she knew what I did with it, she would be angry. But she'll understand, because she's that kind of person. A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and with a flick of his left wrist, Lothar used the amulet as a dart to shoot out!

"Poof!" the blood, with the dagger nailed into the back of the mustang's hip, rushed out like a very red fountain. "Shhhh The Count tried to take the inertia directly onto the horse, but as he was about to let go of his right hand to do so, he subconsciously swept the head of the mustang out of the corner of his eye, and the horse turned back slightly, and there was a human cunning in his eyes.

The Earl, who was aware of this, hurriedly clenched his right hand, and sure enough, almost in the next second, the wounded mustang quickly shook the back half of his body with his front leg as a fulcrum, and the raised hind hooves were clearly kicked towards the route that Lothar had intended to jump! Thanks to the timely withdrawal, the Count was not kicked in the chest by the horse's hooves as he should have happened, he flashed sideways, and his body fell to the ground and rolled several times. Before Lothar could recover from the vertigo, the tremors on the ground spoke volumes about the situation he was facing.

Almost subconsciously, the Earl's left hand was on the ground, and the whole person moved to the right about a person's position, and the heavy horse's hooves landed on the side of his head, if the reaction was slow for a second, I am afraid that it would not be such a simple matter of being thrown off at this time. The brute really wanted to kill him. The fear under the hooves of the horse that almost died turned into anger, the earl sat up from the ground at once, looked at the wild horse close to him, and smiled fiercely, at this moment, there was nothing in his mind that Batu taught him that taming horses could not be based on the premise of harming horses, he used his arms hard, and what he wanted was to use the angle to drag the other party directly to the ground!

"Smack!" The crisp sound and the weightlessness of his arms made Lothar nearly fall again, and he noticed that the straw rope in his hand had split in two with the horse's neck, which was what Cheese feared. The man and the horse, looking at each other's ropes, were strangely silent for a few seconds, and then the mustang reacted first, turning the horse's head and trying to run. However, the Count of Montenegro has never been a loser, how can you be dragged to the ground by this guy for so long, how can you let you run away like this?

Ignoring the pain in her muscles and skin, Lothar kicked her legs to the ground and rushed towards the mustang. Although it is true that horses are beyond the reach of men after they have run, there are still people in the human race who can temporarily keep up with horses in the short time they start, and the angry Earl is obviously such a person. His speed was so fast that he was even at the level of the Mustang's head for a while, and then Lothar suddenly realized that he was not racing against the other man, so he reached out and grabbed the remaining half of the lasso around the opponent's neck, and a sharp turn went directly to the horse's back!

"Run!

Although the view on the grassland was vast, the Earl's man and his horse were already quite far from their original place in the chase and throw, and the cheese and they could no longer see what was happening in the distance. The mare, who had been caught by Batu, had exhausted her strength after nearly two hours of struggle, and was exhausted by the herdsmen and walked back to the crowd. And it was not until it was getting late and the sun was about to set that a shadow slowly came to the end of the prairie, and that shadow was formed by a tired man and a tired horse overlapping each other.