After succeeding, horse thieves generally choose to flee in the deep mountains and swampy areas that the herders dare not go. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info This is just a few people or a single horse thief, and some horse thieves will form a gang and join forces. As a result, most herders have their livestock stolen and can only consider themselves unlucky.

Of course, since most of the horse thieves are also herders, most horse thieves rarely steal all of their livestock – either to drive them to a dead end, but also because they understand the principle of "a trickle of water".

Some of the herdsmen's livestock were stolen and some died of hunger and cold; some had to leave the grassland where they grew up, abandoning their identities as herdsmen, and going to live in populated villages and towns; and some helpless people also embarked on the road of horse theft in desperation.

Because this is the junction of the Bell Empire and the Luo Lan Empire, although horse thieves are rampant, no empire has ever had a large-scale cleanup operation on this land, resulting in horse thieves almost becoming a specialty here.

Summer is the golden season of the grasslands, where the weather is crisp and the visibility is high. Between heaven and earth, the grass is green, the flowers are blooming, the fragrance is faint, and there is no end in sight. The meadows are dotted with countless small lakes, the water is blue, and the small rivers are like vines connecting the large and small lakes, and the water is crystal clear, and the swimming fish can be counted. The vast and boundless prairie is like a giant green carpet woven by heaven. Walking on it, the feeling of softness and elasticity is wonderful and intoxicating. The criss-crossing rivers and the nine winds and loops constitute a unique and gorgeous picture, adding a gentle and euphemistic atmosphere to the vast grassland.

One of them, however, doesn't look so beautiful.

Three men, three horses, on the blades of grass, bright red blood that had not yet completely cooled slowly seeped into the ground, several corpses fell on the grass, ragged, unkempt, scrawny, most of them were over thirty years old, their weapons were wooden clubs, kitchen knives, daggers, and the leader was holding a large sword of inferior steel, which had been shattered several times by only one block of Stiana's sword spine in the previous battle.

Two days ago, since entering this grassland, plus the wave in front of them, the attacking horse thieves are already in the fifth batch.

The air is fresh, the scenery is beautiful, and the vision is pure, but almost every day, people fall on the grass in obscurity, and are slowly decomposed into soil by wild wolves and other wild beasts and various unknown insects. As a result, the grasslands became more fertile and the weeds became more fertile.

It can be said that the strength of these horse thieves is not worth mentioning, but here, the law of the jungle is more vividly embodied.

The encounter between people and people is often the beginning of the fight.

These creatures, who had no hope for the future, were red-eyed and rushed forward in no way as soon as the battle began, even in the face of magic, and the corpses of their companions fell one by one, without stopping them from moving forward or letting them turn around and flee.

Not a single one escaped!

Basically, none of them are professionals, and there is no way to mention martial arts or anything, and their battles often rely only on indomitable bravery and the momentum of disregarding life and death - if they can't kill people, they will be killed, and if they are not killed, they will eventually starve to death.

This kind of momentum is still frightening sometimes, at least Stianna was very startled at the beginning, so that a guy got close, although she cut off the horse thief's feet in time, but the horse thief who lost his feet still relied on his hands to hug her legs tightly, as if he didn't feel that his legs were still yearning to spurt blood, just like the zombies in the movies in his previous life, the only instinct left was to attack the opponent, with his hands, teeth, and even willing to hit the sword with his head.

It's not so much that they're fighting, it's that they're begging for death.

After the battle, Chris had to hurry up and leave the battlefield, and quickly chose a place to set up a tent for Stiena to change into her pants, and the pants that had been held by the horse thief were thrown into the campfire with a disgusted face.

Cleanliness, cleanliness!

Chris shook his head helplessly.

"Don't do that," Pandis sneered and leaned on his shoulder, "There's nothing wrong with girls liking cleanliness!"

"I know, but it's almost inevitable for a warrior to get the blood of their opponents in battle, and that... Alas!"

His hand stroked Pandis's face lightly, "It's okay, you won't be like this." ”

"Hmph," Annoyed Pandis, "you are not allowed to dislike me, nor are you allowed to dislike her." ”

"Not disgusted, really," Chris's eyes were sincere.

"All right!" said Pandis, convinced, and leaned back on Chris's shoulder, the flames of the campfire shining on her face, red and beautiful.

After a moment of silence, Pandis added, "Chris?"

"Huh?"

"How long will it take to get to the Luo Lan Empire?"

Chris thought for a moment: "According to our pace, it should be more than half a month." ”

"Are you happy?"

"Happy about what?" said Chris, slightly surprised.

"After returning to the Luo Lan Empire, you will be a viscount of the Empire. ”

"What's the difference," Chrissy said lightly, "I've been destined to be a nobleman since I was born. ”

"You still don't think so?" Pandis pouted slightly, "how many people want to be noble, like Clover." ”

The atmosphere was silent for a moment.

"yes, like Clover," Chrissy sighed, "I'm a little bit of a bliss... I really miss the students in the academy, and I don't know what happened to them now. ”

"Hmm!"

"Uh..." Chris noticed that something was wrong with the atmosphere, and immediately understood, Pandis must have thought of Dilan too, and wanted to slap himself, and hurriedly covered up, "Let's sleep!"

"Hmm!"

Chris unwrapped the package on horseback, pulled out a white gauze dress, and shook it unceremoniously: "Demut, it's time to start the vigil." ”

"Ahem, may the master and the lady have a sweet dream. Demut reacted quickly.

"Stiana, go to bed early, too!" Chris shouted into the campfire.

"Yes, Mentor!" replied Stianna softly.

Winters in the grasslands are long and cold, with the cold season lasting from five months to six months in most areas. The coldest of these can even reach below -10 degrees Celsius, and the summers here are warm and short, and now the hottest months in the grasslands are the hottest months, with daytime highs ranging from 30 to 40 degrees. The temperature changes dramatically, and the difference between cold and warm is very large. Like the desert, the nights are extremely cold.

Because of the horse thieves, a vigil is essential, so Demut, who is not afraid of the cold, has become the best choice for the vigil.

At night, quietly. (To be continued.) )