Also, Natalie and Philip are asked to walk down a narrow road with a raging fire on either side.

Maybe the fire won't really hurt the knights and mounts, but the burning heat and choking smoke is real.

If it were an ordinary unicorn, it might really cause a lot of trouble.

But after all, Natalie has undergone countless rigorous training under Edward's tutelage, and as partners who grew up together, she and Philip trust each other and share the same thoughts.

Philip whispered a few words in Natalie's ear, and in exchange for a cheerful hiss from the unicorn girl, he quickly passed the section.

It was as if Natalie hadn't been blindfolded at all, or that the blazing fire didn't exist.

Finally, at the end of the journey, after this assessment project, there is only a 3-kilometer downhill remaining.

But this project is really a bit dangerous, and it can even be said to be crazy, and I don't know which neuropathy came up with it.

This is a straight road several hundred meters near the water, next to a small river more than 20 meters wide, the river is not turbulent, but it looks deep.

The straight ends in a nearly right-angled curve, followed by a gentle 50-metre-long slope.

At the end of the gentle slope is an arched wooden bridge, but in the middle of the bridge, it has been artificially cut off, leaving a 10-meter-long gap, and 5 meters below is a deep river.

That is, the distance that can provide acceleration is only this short 50 meters.

If it had just started the game, maybe it wasn't a big deal, and maybe it would have been over with your teeth and eyes closed.

But now that the race is coming to an end, even the more successful mounts have already covered a full 17km and completed so many assessment items, some even more than just once.

Both riders and mounts are faced with a significant drop in physical strength.

In such a demanding situation, to gain enough speed over a distance of 50 meters to cover a distance of 10 meters in one go, I am afraid that it is not only the physical strength of the mount, but also the trust that the rider has in his partner.

Maybe you won't be injured if you fall into the water, but whether you fail or give up, you will be deducted a full 50 points, which is the finale of this assessment.

How to choose is entirely up to the rider himself.

Philip rubbed Natalie's neck a few times to see how she was doing.

The breath is long, the heartbeat is strong and stable, although there is a little sweat on the body, there is only a thin layer, the body temperature is normal, the muscles of the limbs are relaxed, and there is no trembling.

All in all, Natalie was in great shape today, exactly what a good mount in her prime should be.

Philip leaned into the unicorn girl's ear and muttered for her opinion, only to be spat in anger at her.

Natalie felt despised, which was a great disgrace for her mount career.

She took the initiative to speed up and ran towards the corner, and Philip could only wipe the saliva from his face, clamp the horse's belly, and feel the rhythm of the rhythm under him, making Natalie run a little easier.

Heading into the corner, Natalie's head swings to the left and her right front leg kicks outward, providing plenty of support from her muscles and bones, and her balanced tail makes a beautiful arc that allows her to turn 90 degrees nimbly with little loss of speed.

Philip also leaned inward, wrapping his right hand around Natalie's neck with one hand, and the whole figure hung from her side in the air, trying to provide more centripetal force.

With the tacit cooperation of one man and one beast, Natalie rushed towards the broken bridge faster after the turn.

The distance from the break narrowed little by little, and finally I stepped on the wooden bridge.

Up close, the breach seemed much longer, and Philip could already hear the dense rumbling of the horseshoe against the wooden bridge, like the drum of a charged war.

Philip lifted his hips and pressed his legs slightly towards the inside of Natalie's front leg for the final leap.

Suddenly, Natalie's mouth hissed in horror, and instead of pushing backwards, her front legs pushed forward as straight as she could, as if she was desperately slowing down, and there was a violent grinding and slipping sound under her feet.

Philip could clearly feel the bulging muscles of the unicorn under him from the legs attached to Natalie's body, shaking violently, and his body twisting slightly.

His center of gravity was flung forward by the sudden decrease in speed, and he almost flew off the top of the unicorn's head, but he also noticed Natalie's bloodshot eyes and the fluff on the tips of her ears.

At the same time, he also saw the culprit that caused this sudden change.

A large colorful snake with a red background and black spots on its head, more than 3 meters long, and a meat horn on its head, was spitting out a letter and entrenched in front of the broken hole of the wooden bridge.

The reddish-brown bridge provided the best cover for it, and Philip, who had been hunching down before, did not notice the foreign object in front of him.

However, it is less than 10 meters away from the break, and the result of continuing to slow down can only be a man and a beast falling into the deep river, and it is impossible to stop in time.

Not to mention the long worm guarding the gap, with the snake's snout wide open, waiting for the prey to take the bait.

Philip didn't hesitate and shouted "Jump!" in Natalie's ear, and at the same time instantly activated his own awakening talent.

He grabbed Natalie's horse's belly, his lower abdomen tightened, his legs pulled upwards as hard as he could, and in his hand he took the dagger he carried with him, and threw it forward.

Good tacit understanding and trust made Natalie decisively give up the slowing down action at the moment Philip shouted, and her two thick hind legs kicked the bridge, and the front legs followed Philip's movements and jumped into the air.

"Hiss", like a thunderclap, Natalie hissed excitedly, and even the big snake involuntarily shrank back.

In order to avoid the big snake, they chose to jump quite far away, 10 meters from the break.

Coupled with the fact that Natalie had lost a lot of speed before, they had already reached the highest point and started to fall as soon as they jumped out of the gap.

"On!" Philip commanded again.

Natalie once again carried out his command without thinking, and the fleshy wings that had been hidden at her side suddenly opened up in a huge arc.

Although it is not fully developed, it is also more than a meter long on each side.

The wide surface of the water provides them with the most stable updraft, with air sliding over the snow-white flesh wings, and the graceful aerodynamic lines create a steady velocity difference between the upper and lower surfaces.

Even if there is no time to flap the meat wings, it still provides enough lift for one man and one beast.

The examiner not far away, who was also a security officer, was a professor of photography technology from a certain college in the imperial capital, and he witnessed this magical scene with his own eyes.

The handsome young man with a ponytail, riding a white unicorn, galloped and jumped up from the broken bridge, and then flew gracefully and stretched through the broken bridge through the air.

The bright autumn sun met their figures at the, and the flying white mane and white-gold hair penetrated in the sunlight, making them seem to be the legendary Holy Knight and his mount, Pegasus.

He frantically pressed the camera in his hand, wanting to leave such a picture that would amaze the world.

After the shooting, the professor was unwilling to run to the broken bridge, wanting to take another look at their heroic posture, but was startled by a colorful snake.

This poisonous snake, which was arrogant just now, has now withered and twisted into a ball.

The stout body was nailed to the bridge from the neck by a small dagger.

Red blood dripped down the gaps between the bridges, and it seemed that it was no longer alive.

Not to mention what the professor looked like when he was scared, whether he took a photo or not, and how he notified the organizing committee and the contestants behind.

Philip and Natalie glided through the air for thirty or forty meters, landing firmly on the other side of the breach, but they didn't stop.

"Run!"

With Philip's command, the white unicorn turned into a bolt of lightning again and shot forward.

Philip didn't stop because he saw the horse-faced boy in the distance.

At this moment, he did not finish the race, but ran towards the finish line slowly, while sneakily looking in the direction of the broken bridge.

Philip completed the test much faster than he had imagined, enough to catch up with the ten-minute interval, something he had not expected at all.

Seeing Philip chasing after him quickly, he panicked and accelerated his horsepower to flee.

The distance between them is only 3 kilometers, and the distance between them is about 1 kilometer, and if it goes well, it is completely possible to reach the finish line first.

Anyway, the results have lost their meaning to him, but Philip can't.

The horse-faced boy who had made up his mind fled frantically, and the horsewhip in his hand left a red mark on the gray-black fur under him, which showed how hard he whipped.

Little by little, the distance is shortened, 1000 meters, 800 meters, 500 meters, 200 meters.

Less than 100 meters before the finish line, there were only 50 meters left between the two, but it seemed that it was too late, and the horse-faced boy had already shown a victorious smile.

As long as he rushes out of here and blends into the crowd, he will be waiting for him with an endless amount of money.

"Shhhh

In desperation, Philip imitated Natalie's pronunciation habits and hissed forward.

I saw the gray-black unicorn in front of me suddenly stop with a sudden brake from the high-speed running, and lifted the rider out of the body.

"Ahh

The horse-faced boy let out a terrible scream, struggling with his hands, slicing a graceful parabola through the air and slamming it to the ground.

With countless rolls, his calves bent unnaturally at weird angles, spurting scarlet blood from his mouth, and he struggled a few times before never moving again.

Philip approached and whispered a thank you in the ear of the gray-black unicorn, in exchange for a smug snort.

He leaned down and scooped up the horse-faced boy's tattered body from the ground, and carried it in one hand, swaying through the last leg of the journey.

At the end of the track, the person in charge, Lyman, had been waiting here for a long time, but he didn't expect to receive two competitors at one time.