The ocean monsoon blows from the west and is warm and humid, but the rivers near Harusa bring the last hints of winter chill to the city. The melted snow that flowed down from the Sauron Mountains flowed like a silver ribbon on the shoulders of a noble woman from the Morton border to Harusa, where it turned southeast and finally galloped into the territory of Longinus, where it formed a great freshwater lake.

The moat that connected to it was calm, and the smooth water shimmered in the sunlight, like a beautiful mirror polished from silver. Before the coolness of the water and the black moon had dissipated in the morning light, Riga strode out of his makeshift quarters. Wearing a lightweight, double-layered cowhide armor with small pieces of square iron in it, the hunter fastened the strap of the sword with a shimmering metal ring. After making sure that the sword above it did not fall, the Quaid stepped into the stable and pulled out a tall war horse that was restlessly moving its four hooves.

"Let's go, let's see who wants to hurt the warriors of Shirag. The Quaid pulled a thick blanket from the hand of the horse boy beside him and draped it on the horse's back. After curling another sword in it, the hunter climbed onto his horse and pulled the reins with both hands and turned over. The Quaid warriors from the Spain tribe also mounted their horses and rode out of the tavern gate after Riga.

The Sparin warriors were heavily armed and menacing as if they were about to take the city, and the warlike Quaid clan had some ravens and white lions fall behind on horseback. The only one who was scared and worried was the centurion, who knew that he could not stop these rampaging beasts, so he hurried to the residence of the captain of the dragon enus. However, the panicked cavalry apparently forgot that the Legion Commander had already arrived at the Archon Harusa's residence, where they had made an appointment to discuss the time when the mercenaries would enter the northern realm of Dragonus by ship.

Tall, sturdy horses spread their hooves across the narrow streets, and the cloaked Quaids shouted for the citizens to get out of the way, but the paving beside them was still in shambles. Food, livestock cages, and trinkets sold by Terran traders were knocked to the ground and then run over by the iron hooves of their horses.

There were nearly four dozen fierce Quaids, who numbered nearly a dozen and rushed to the tavern like long snakes, dragging a thick cloud of yellow dust behind them. The armed barbarian warriors showed some of the Harusa that something was wrong, and several of the inhabitants immediately rushed to the city guard garrison. But their slow pace of progress through the crooked, narrow, and congested roads made the mercenaries pay the price for their recklessness.

Riga soon met the people who had retreated to the tavern. Three or four Quaid warriors fought and retreated through the streets, and they were surrounded by a large group of Terran mercenaries. Gal had just swung his long wooden club violently to force the enemy back. The inch-long wound on his forehead was still bleeding viscous blood, obscuring his eyes. The barbarian warriors didn't use the daggers hidden in their boots and belts, but a group of Terran mercenaries with blue noses and swollen faces rushed forward with swords in hand. Harusa forbade fighting in the city, but the sturdy Mars mercenaries on the other side were already dazed with alcohol.

"Bear the punishment of the furious, lowly coward. Riga let out a low growl from his chest, then drew his sword from the blanket wrapped in the felt carpet on the horse's hips. The samurai who followed him also drew his weapons and rode his galloping horse towards the mercenary like a whirlwind.

Gar immediately stepped aside with his clansmen, and the Terran mercenaries who were facing the horses also tried to dodge, but the horses were hugged by the Quaids, and they could only rush straight over, knocking the Terrans with wooden sticks in front of them.

With the painful neighing of the horses, the struck mercenaries flew up like worn bags, wailing and falling to pieces on the ground. A few Mars mercenaries who dodged in time were able to swing their clubs at the hooves of the galloping horses, but the Quaids were faster with their weapons. Riga slashed down and slashed his sword, watching the glittering gray blade of steel split the skull like a knife slicing through pickled peach, allowing the 'ripe' red juice to splatter out.

Even more feared than the hunters were the Quid warriors with blunt weapons, who used round-headed maces equipped by the Dragoninus to knock down the rebellious mercenaries. Shattered brains, blood and broken bones flew wildly, and the terrifying scene made the civilian woman next to her scream.

"Kill all enemies who oppose them. Pulling the reins and sending the horse around on the ground, Riga shouted in Quaid. The heavy body and hard iron hooves of the dark-haired quick-tread horse under his ass trampled back and forth, causing the mercenary's corpse to leak viscous blood like a sliced skin.

The mercenaries who attacked the Quaid put together about four dozen, including more than a dozen Mars, who were stronger than the average Terran. The rest were the Harusa natives who had been summoned together to beat the Quids. These guys extort money in the city, bullies and liars who are spurned by the inhabitants, but when they are killed for angering the ferocious barbarians, the inhabitants of Harusa have nothing but fear and resentment towards the murderers.

The brutal killing was not concealed, so several Harusa nobles sitting in a palanquin around also saw this scene. At first, they thought the city was under attack by the barbarians, but when the mercenary was finally cut open by a whirling tomahawk, the Quid hurried to the killing.

The city guards, wrapped in gorgeous feathers like peacocks, finally arrived. However, when the vanguard cavalry saw the bloody ground like a slaughterhouse, several Harusa soldiers immediately tightened the reins and did not dare to come any closer. Although the faces of the soldiers wrapped in their visors could not be seen, the experienced mercenaries on the side could still see the stiffness of their movements, which was the way human instincts manifested themselves in extreme fear.

"Kill them!" "We should not let these beasts into the city, the consuls must drive them out. Perhaps thinking that the army was relied upon, some freemen who were residents of Harusa shouted. But the Quaid responded and the howler quickly calmed down. Riga had the wounded Gal and his people chop off the heads of all the mercenary corpses and throw them into the noisy crowd.

The farmers and merchants immediately closed their mouths and fled, but the hatred and fear in their eyes were even stronger. Feeling ashamed, the cavalry captain finally ordered a surprise attack, and the Harusa cavalry stabbed their mounts in the hips with their spurs, causing the dozen tall horses to neigh and carry them towards the enemy.

The city guards clenched their spears with steel spearheads, but wrapped in colored silk threads and bright ribbons on applewood poles, which fluttered in rapid motion, but the cavalry did not see the moment when they pierced the enemy's body.

"Stop! In the name of the god of wisdom and the god of madness, His Excellency the Archon ordered both sides to halt their attacks. A cavalryman in black chain mail and a round hat with long feathers screamed. He was as tired and panting as the war horse under his crotch, but when he found that the two sides had stopped fighting, the herald of the consul immediately recovered.

"There can be no more fighting in Harusa. The previous tragedy will be adjudicated by the laws of the city-state. ”

ps: Today's 6,000 update can be done.,By the way, make up for the previous debt.。