"Brother Morton, we must burn these bodies as soon as possible, and those personal belongings that can prove their identity must also be destroyed, and nothing is missing. And these horses can't be left behind, or drive them away, or kill them all, they all have the imprint of the tribe on their bodies, and the goal is too big to take them!" Li Zijun reminded Morton beside him after seeing Gichel being killed.

"These war horses are going to be killed too, it's a pity, they're all good horses!" Morton looked at Li Zijun's face with a sad expression, in the face of these forty or fifty high-quality war horses, he was really reluctant to give up like this.

"Brother Morton, those who know the situation of your tribe know that it is impossible for you to have so many strong war horses, and these war horses are all branded with the mark of the Gichel tribe, once these war horses are recognized, they can easily guess the reason for their disappearance, which will bring disaster to your grain transportation team, and even your tribe!" Li Zijun could understand Morton's thoughts from his heart, but he also knew very well that Morton's idea would eventually harm himself, and he reminded bitterly.

"Don't worry, I have a way to remove those marks from these horses, and I promise that others will never recognize them easily!" Morton looked at Li Zijun with pleading eyes.

"Brother Morton, if Gichel attacked you, someone in their tribe must know about it. Gisher and his gang disappeared so silently, the tribe will definitely send someone to inquire about the situation, they will immediately guess what happened when they see these war horses, do you think they will easily let you go, let your tribe go?"

"Brother Morton, you must listen to me in this matter, and quickly dispose of these war horses!"

"Jun, do you think this will work? There are no people here for a long way forward, and you know our current situation, and it is really inconvenient for a large group of people to be crammed into a wagon loaded with grain. We will borrow these horses for a while, and when we are almost in a populated place, we will decide whether to kill or keep these horses. Li Zijun had just helped himself, and Morton couldn't disobey his words too much, so he had to take this roundabout way.

Li Zijun also understood what Morton meant, and thought that he should not have too much trouble with the team, so he reluctantly agreed to Morton's suggestion.

Seeing Li Zijun nodding, Morton selected the most Haode war horse in the capture and brought it over to give it to Li Zijun, but Li Zijun refused, and he still returned to the carriage he shared with Moses.

Li Zijun originally thought that Moses had already gone to choose a war horse, but he didn't expect her to stay in the carriage.

"Are you an archmage or a mage?" Moses couldn't help but ask when he saw Li Zijun.

The Tibetan Empire is a desert for magicians, and few people have a clear understanding of the specific situation of magicians, and Moses, a girl from a small tribe, has no experience in this area, so she can't guess Li Zijun's true level at all.

"Even if it's the Great Magi!" Li Zijun had already thought of what Moses wanted to say next, and he replied a little helplessly.

"Just because you're a great magician, you don't look down on an ordinary woman like me at all! that's the real reason why you rejected me, isn't it?" Moses asked with tears in her eyes, she had forgotten that she was just trying to use Li Zijun at that time.

"I've already told Brother Morton about this before, and I'm only going out this time to get experienced, and I have to travel for a long time before I can settle down. Before that, I wouldn't think about women at all. You're beautiful and attractive, but unfortunately we met at the wrong time!" said Li Zijun as tactfully as possible, not to provoke Moses.

It's just that no matter how Li Zijun explained, Moses also stubbornly thought that Li Zijun was perfunctory, so she jumped out of the carriage, chose a war horse, and ignored Li Zijun. Although Li Zijun was a little uncomfortable with Moses treating him like this, after all, he avoided the embarrassment of being in the same carriage as Moses, and he felt a little more relaxed.

What Li Zijun didn't expect was that Moses suddenly left the team at dusk and galloped away.

When Moses left, everyone was having dinner, and no one noticed her leaving. When everyone had eaten dinner, they realized that Moses had disappeared with a warhorse. After several searches, Morton and Li Zijun found a horseshoe print running south.

"Mr. Joon, I want to plead with you for one thing!" Morton looked at Li Zijun in embarrassment. Since Li Zijun saved Morton, Morton has called Li Zijun "sir", although Li Zijun himself felt a little awkward, but Morton insisted, he had nothing to do but let it go.

"Brother Morton, you don't need to say it, I'll go and get Moses back. It's just that you must listen to me and dispose of all those war horses as soon as possible! I also found that someone left items from the Gichel tribe, and you must also listen to them to bury those things!" Li Zijun understood what Morton meant, and he reminded Morton again before leaving.

"Thank you so much, Mr. Joon, and I will do what you say. Morton reassured with duplicity.

Seeing Morton's appearance, Li Zijun knew that his words were in vain! It's just that there is no way to do good or bad, and mediocrity disturbs himself, and he can only sigh at Morton's choice, and hope that there will be no more accidents during the time he returns.

Moses didn't know exactly where he wanted to go, but he kept urging the horses that sat down to gallop forward. Gradually, it became completely dark, and Moses had to slow down his horses. At this time, Moses found herself in a very strange grassland, and heard the constant wailing of the steppe wolves, and at this moment, she already regretted her willfulness. It's just that at this moment, she also found that she had completely lost her direction, and she couldn't find her way back!

Li Zijun set off along the horseshoe prints left by Moses, but the sky was getting darker, and he could only continue to track the horseshoe prints on the grassland with the help of Beatrice. Beatrice can actually see clearly at night, which can be regarded as an unexpected discovery by Li Zijun.

After Moses and Li Zijun left one after another, Morton immediately ordered his men to remove the marks on the horses. In fact, his so-called method is to replace the original imprint with burns, and in Li Zijun's eyes, his approach is just to cover up.

Moses had hoped to find her way by moonlight, but soon she found herself in circles, and thinking of the terrible legends of the prairie, she no longer dared to move around, so she jumped off her horse and lit a bonfire. In this way, she can rely on the campfire to keep warm, and at the same time hope that Morton will send someone out to find her, and the campfire can also show them their way.

No sooner had the bonfire been lit than Moses heard the sound of horses' hooves in the distance, and she looked hopefully in the direction where the sound had come from.

Moses was disappointed, and it was not Morton or Li Zijun who rushed over, but more than thirty sturdy men wearing fire jackets.

"Little sister, we missed the night, can we have a fire at your place?" asked a man who looked like a leader, looking at Moses on his horse.

Although this group of people seemed to be full of murderous aura, they spoke very kindly. Moses, of course, did not dare to refuse the other party, and nodded in agreement with the leader's request.

"Brothers, gather some more dry firewood, and set up all our prey in a moment. I've been gnawing on those hard buns for so many days, and I'm about to fade out of my mouth!" said the leader as he sat down across from Moses.

"Little sister, why did you come here alone? The prairie is especially dangerous at night! If you encounter wolves, you won't even have any bones left!"

"My horse was startled and ran all the way here before stopping. I couldn't find my way back, so I had to build a bonfire here and wait for my family to come and look for me!" Moses told a lie to himself that he was clever about the group, fearing that the group would be bad for him.

Of course, Moses' lie could not have deceived the man in front of him, but he did not expose Moses, but just smiled and asked his men to put a few cleaned hares on the fire.

"My name is Carl, little sister, what shall I call you?" said Karl to Moses as he smeared spice on the hare. Moses hesitated for a moment and got up to help Carl with the task, and that's when she saw Carl's appearance.

Carl was in his early fifties, ordinary-looking, always with a kind smile on his face, and a pair of eyes full of wisdom. Everyone who saw him unconsciously wanted to believe in him.

"You can call me Moses!" Moses said timidly.

"Little sister, this horse of yours is not bad, it doesn't look like it has just been frightened. Tell you the truth, are you having trouble with your family? It's dangerous to run away from home on the grassland, is your tribe far from here, and if it doesn't take too long, we'll send you back tomorrow!" Karl said with a smile as he looked at Moses.

"Uncle Karl, to tell you the truth, I left the tribe with my eldest brother's grain caravan. I got a little angry with my eldest brother before, so I rode to this place, and when I came here, I realized that I couldn't find my way back. Faced with this Karl, Moses felt that he could not lie.

"Is it the grain team that escorts the tribute?" Karl asked as if he had thought of something, and asked with a puzzled face.

"Yes, it's the grain convoy that escorted the tribute rice!" Moses replied, thinking that Karl was suspicious of her words, and said the name of his tribe.

"Moses, I'm in a hurry to take you looking for your brother. Do you think this is good? We are also rushing to the capital, if you believe me, I will follow us. When you get to the capital, I'll help you find your big brother. Of course, if you want to stay here and wait for your family to come and look for you, I don't object to it, but I think it's a bit dangerous!"

The eldest brother has to take care of the entire team, and it is unlikely that he will come out to look for himself in person, and the biggest chance is that Li Zijun will leave the team and come over. Thinking of the embarrassment when facing Li Zijun, Moses finally made a decision.

"Uncle Karl, I'll follow you!"

On the night of the day that Carl left with Moses, Lee tracked down the place. Before leaving, Karl's men had completely cleared the place, even burying the ashes of the campfire.

Seeing the other party's method of destroying traces, Li Zijun faintly felt that Moses was more than lucky! Because he was no stranger to such methods, this was completely the habit of the bandit group. A beautiful girl falls into the hands of robbers, and the result can be imagined!

Li Zijun was unwilling to follow for three days, seeing that there were fewer and fewer clues in front of him, he also completely lost confidence, and he had to choose to give up. Just as Li Zijun was about to turn Morton into the team, Morton also had a problem here.

Greg is the executive officer who escorted Gongmi this time, and ostensibly he is responsible for ensuring that Gongmi enters Beijing smoothly. In fact, as one of Uncle Lev's most capable commanders, Greg also has a special mission.

In order to be able to accomplish this task successfully, and also to give his relatives a chance to make a difference, Greg pulled his brothers, even cousins and cousins, into the team.

Of course, what he didn't expect was that just yesterday morning, the two cousins, Jason and Gischel, actually secretly left with someone. Although they left their men to inform them that they would be able to return in the evening at most, Greg was furious at their disobedience. He was going to wait until they returned, and he would be sure to reward them with a few whips himself!

To Greg's surprise, they didn't have any news until noon today. Greg didn't really care about the life or death of the two of them, he was worried that he would bring unnecessary trouble to himself due to the unauthorized actions of the two of them. For this reason, Greg had to send someone to bring Jason and Gischel's men, and he wanted to know what the hell the hell was going on with these two guys.

"Back to General Greg, the eldest young master and the younger young master said that they were leading people to attack Morton. Jason's men replied cautiously to Greg on the verge of rage.

"Who is Morton?" asked Greg, puzzled.

"It's the captain of a small tribe's grain transport team, and his sister is very beautiful!" the subordinate said cryptically.

"His sister is also in the food delivery team?" Greg heard what this man meant, and he naturally got an affirmative answer.

"What is the strength of this Morton?" Greg suddenly had a sense of foreboding, and he asked as he stared at the person in front of him.

"I heard that the little young master should be an intermediate swordsman, and their grain transportation team is only about two dozen people. ”

"How far away are they?"

"It's only half a day's journey at most, and it stands to reason that the young master should also come back!"

"Something's wrong!" Greg reacted immediately. The forty or fifty people that Jason and Gischel took away were all strong men personally selected by Greg, and Jason himself was an intermediate sword master who was about to be promoted. With their strength, dealing with a small tribe's grain transport team should have had a long time ago. But they haven't come back at this time, which proves that they have encountered an accident!

"Come, gather a hundred cavalry, and set off with me!" Greg immediately gave the order.

"Don't tell me you don't know the way!" Greg said coldly, turning his head to Jason's men.

"I know, I know, my lord, I know the way!" Seeing the anger on Greg's face, this person didn't dare to prevaricate casually.

Morton was about to stop the group to camp when he saw more than a hundred cavalry rushing towards them. These cavalrymen were all wearing the uniforms of the Tibetan Empire, and Morton did not dare to give the order to resist easily, but just prepared his men to deal with it.

"Who's Morton?" asked Greg aloud as he stepped out of the crowd and came to the grain caravan.

"This general, I'm Moreton, do you have any advice?" Morton saw the murderous appearance of the other party, knowing that the other party had no good intentions, but he still had to walk out of the team.

"Is that him?" asked Greg, turning his head to look at Jason's men.

"Back to the general, he is Morton! I just noticed that except for the two horses of the young master, who are missing, the horses that the others rode when they left are all here. ”

Morton knew Jason's subordinate, and when he saw him, his face changed even more, and he couldn't help but regret that he didn't listen to Li Zijun's words, this is a big trouble!

"Morton, do you see Jason and Gishell?" Although Greg didn't think that Morton's strength was strong, he was still ready to observe for a while before deciding whether to make a move.

"I didn't see them, General!" said Morton, guarding his eyes.

It's just that Morton is not guarded, he immediately betrayed his strength with this move, Greg quickly made a judgment on Morton and the others, and quietly made an order to prepare to do it, poor Morton still wants to continue to resist.

"If you hadn't seen them, and their horses were all in your hands?" asked Greg with a sudden smile on his face.

"Who can prove..." Before Morton could finish speaking, Greg had already given the order to move with a gesture.

Although Morton's subordinates are also good figures in the tribe, most of them have not cultivated their fighting spirit after all, and they are not prepared, and they have not had time to react in the face of this army that is almost equipped to the teeth, and half of them have already fallen in a pool of blood.

Suddenly, Greg slashed his sword at the top of Morton's head.

Unprepared, Morton barely raised his sword.

"When" Morton felt a shock all over his body, and then his whole arm went numb. Greg didn't give Morton a respite, and the second sword slashed down.

"Bang Dang" Morton couldn't hold the sword in his hand anymore and fell directly to the ground. Greg immediately made an improvement and slapped Morton on the neck, and Morton fainted directly to the ground before he could use his fighting energy.

But when Morton woke up again, both of his collarbones and legs had been broken. And this was not the most painful thing for him, at this moment all the brothers he brought out were beheaded, and the corpses and heads were divided into two piles and placed in front of him.

"Do you see what happened to them? Is there anything you want to say to me, and if I am pleased, I may let you go?" said Greg, smiling as he appeared in front of Morton.

"You're the devil!" Morton forgot about the pain in his body as he looked at Greg and cursed.

"That's not what I want to hear!" Greg nodded to Morton's men, who took his cue and slashed off four fingers of Morton's left hand with a single sword.

"Ahh

"You're not Jason's opponent, who killed him? Tell me who that person is, and you can suffer less. Greg asked in a calm tone, ignoring Morton, who was moaning in pain.

"Phew!"

"Ahh Greg, a professional executioner, immediately stepped forward to help stop the bleeding when Morton broke his arm, which also prevented Morton from dying of excessive blood loss.

"You're holding the sword in your right hand, we seem to have gotten the wrong direction just now!" Greg pointed with his fingers as the executioner came to Morton's right side.

"You're a good man!" Greg sighed when he saw Morton's right arm cut off again, but still hadn't betrayed the man.

"But if you keep going, I'll have to deal with your tribe. It's a pity that nearly a thousand people are going to lose their lives because of you, a good man!" Greg seemed to be tired of everything in front of him, and prepared to walk towards the war horse.

"I said!" Hearing the tribe, Morton couldn't hold on any longer, and the fortress in his heart finally collapsed.

"Go back and gather 200 cavalry, rush to Morton's tribe, and remember: not one will be left!" Having all the information, Greg gave the order in front of Morton.

"You!you!" Morton had no strength to say more, and could only look at Greg with angry eyes.

"How about me? No one can kill my brother, it's as simple as that! Your tribe must be buried!"

"Tie him up with a rope and drag him all the way to the front of their tribe's gate! Let his tribe know who is the one who brought them disaster!" Greg commanded, watching Morton playfully.

"Poof" Morton spurted a mouthful of blood into the air, and died of exhaustion.

"Mr. Joon, who the hell is he, how can he send so many bolts of lightning, is he really just an archmage?" Greg muttered to himself.

"Gichel is also a piece of waste, but he was so frightened that he let all his men be captured, he is fortunate to die, or I would have broken his neck!" Greg muttered in his heart.

"General, shall we leave some people waiting for that Mr. Joon?" one of Greg's men, seeing that the matter was more or less settled, came up to him and asked.

"We still have important things to do, and there's no need to waste time for such a person. And we don't know the background of this person, so let's make less trouble. ”

"Will he seek revenge on us?"

"Listening to Morton's introduction, there is not too much friendship between them, Mr. Joon's shot, largely because Jason and Gischel are unlucky, I don't think he will shoot again for such a small person as Moreton. ”

"Besides, what if he comes? With our current strength, not to mention that he is just a great magician, even if he is a magician?

"Don't worry! Magicians are people who are afraid of death, they won't risk it for someone they don't have to do!"