The sun slowly rose towards the apex of midday, brightening the earth through the thin clouds and casting a shortening shadow beneath the marching knights.

The sun was shining directly on Marco's face, and the temperature made his ears itch, and he wanted to reach out to scratch it, but he felt that his arm was unexpectedly heavy and he couldn't lift it, and he didn't want to be too obsessed in his sleep.

The bumpy horses also continued to tear at Marco's wounds, like the noise of a large number of horses' hooves attacking the man's eardrums, and soon Marco gritted his teeth with a hideous face, and his unconscious consciousness gradually woke up.

"Don't shake it......" As if he hadn't slept enough, Marco yawned and used it again......

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