"Haha - Fontaine County must be full of corpses at this moment. Those untouchables should expose their corpses in the wilderness and let the hungry vultures eat them. This is the fate of the disobedient Viscount Moore," Viscount Moore rode his favorite Gaolu sweat horse.
, humming a **** tune, led an elite team from Bailu County to arrive overnight with great dignity.
Although the cold wind was biting, and although there was no warm fragrance of nephrite in his arms, the savage wolf-cub blood left in Viscount Moore's bones was boiling with passion.
"Viscount, the front is the Ice Lake area, pay attention to the horses, let the soldiers dismount and walk," the old butler Bates stopped the Viscount who was dazzled by joy. The elite team has entered the unknown ice lake in Fontaine County.
In front of the lake, it is said that the soldiers who escaped last time were ambushed in this area.
But that day, the Viscount was so angry that he kicked several soldiers to death without even identifying the specific threat.
Before departure, the old butler Batesin had repeatedly warned the Viscount that Fontaine County was no longer the original Fontaine County. Even if the young lord was not from the Duke's Palace, his origins must not be simple. Unfortunately, the arrogant Viscount could not
Can't listen.
Listening to the howling north wind and looking at the goose-feather heavy snow, the old housekeeper Betsin always felt that something was wrong.
How could there be no movement from such a large tide of mountain beasts?
Or is it that the remaining villagers in Fontaine County have already been left in the wind and collapsed under the tide of mountain beasts?
"It's just an icy lake. With the sweat horse, I can cross it with my eyes closed," Viscount Moore sneered coldly. The horse under his crotch is a fifth-level mysterious horse that can gallop on any terrain.
Even in the snow, you can step on the snow without leaving a trace.
Seeing that Viscount Moore refused to listen to the dissuasion, and there were no signs of an ambush in Fontaine County around him, the old butler Batesin could only wrap his cloak tightly, and ordered the soldiers to be careful when riding. He protected the Viscount among the soldiers and followed suit.
Walking in the wind and snow.
After several days of wind and snow, the ice lake was extremely frozen and looked like a mirror. The horses filed across the ice lake.
"Haha, ahead is the last village of Fontaine County. Soldiers, charge forward," Viscount Moore pulled aside his heavy cloak, revealing his body-protecting leather armor. He held a long sword in his hand.
"Lord Viscount, watch your step," just as Viscount Moore shouted, under his feet, countless black sucker-shaped leaves emerged from the seemingly extremely hard frozen soil, like a black wildfire, burning like fire.
Come.
The horses only felt a cold feeling on their hooves, and the black leaves firmly sucked the horses, and the slower-reacting horses were already trapped in it.
The remaining horses were frightened, neighed, and fled in all directions, despite the soldiers on the horses.
Viscount Moore's sweat-blooded horse has a bit of sex. When the horses were in a panic, its four hooves still appeared to be very steady.
The root kicked away.
The old butler Bates was worthy of his background in the army. Facing the attack of the poisonous algae, he immediately took out the rope on his horse and shouted loudly: "Take out the anti-skid rope, line it up in a line, gather everyone's strength, don't panic, let's work together
Retreat to the ice lake."
The surrounding snow was all covered with white snow, and there was no telling how deep it was, and how many poisonous weeds were hidden under the snow.
After hearing the old housekeeper's call, the soldiers, who were like headless flies, immediately took off the ropes and quickly put them on their companions. One rope was connected to the other, and the horses and soldiers lined up.
Dozens of military horses worked together to get rid of the entanglement of the prototoxic algae.
After finally evacuating the poisonous algae area, they only heard a "buzzing" sound. The soldiers were already frightened. When they looked up, they were immediately frightened.
A large group of giant-winged mosquitoes with ferocious faces and rapidly flapping wings came to kill them. The sucking stings on each mosquito's mouth were as thick as a needle, which made people feel horrified just to look at them.
"Protect the Viscount, make a surprise attack." In front of the astonishing mosquitoes, the soldiers couldn't care less about the Viscount. They jumped off their horses in a panic, not caring about trampling their companions. They wanted to wrap their whole bodies with their cloaks, even He ran away rolling and crawling on the ground.
Viscount Moore himself was not weak in cultivation, but he was as timid as a mouse. In front of the swarm of mosquitoes that came to press him, his first thought was to escape. He kept kicking the horse's belly under his crotch, Normally, he would praise his horse for running through the snow without leaving a trace and being incredibly fast, but now he wished he could give the horse another pair of wings to go as far as he could.
Ignoring his subordinates and the old butler Betsin who fell to the ground from his horse, he urged the horse to run faster and faster.
"Sir Viscount," in a panic, Viscount Moore felt as if someone was blowing a heater behind his ear. When he looked back, he saw nothing. "Where are you going?"
"Monster, monster," everything that happened just now seemed so unusual. Viscount Moore screamed and wanted to jump off the horse, but he didn't know that his belt was hung on the saddle, and he jumped too panicked. As soon as my foot touched the ground, my left foot got stuck on the saddle.
At this time, a giant-winged mosquito king hit the horse's butt hard at the right time. The sweat horse hissed in pain, and the horse's head moved forward and ran away. Viscount Moore was crying and sweating. Out of embarrassment.
After all, Viscount Moore was also a nobleman. If he died in the territory of the Duke's Palace, interested people in the imperial capital would inevitably use this as an excuse to embarrass the little lord Yue Minzhi who was in the imperial capital.
Yue Jinghua weighed a bag taken from the saddle, which was bulging with some personal belongings of Viscount Moore.
The old housekeeper Bates fell down in the snow and stared at his master running away in embarrassment.
In the wind and snow, there was a sweet smile, and a figure vaguely appeared in front of him. As if he remembered something, Bates stood up in a hurry and wanted to run away. Unexpectedly, before he could run a few steps away, he felt a huge pain in his right shoulder. , looking back, I saw a handsome young woman in the snow.
She held a stringless jade bow and arrow in her hand. With a respectful look on her face, the young woman shouted towards the man who had just appeared behind the old housekeeper: "Master, I have captured this old man."
"Hong Ling, I have told you so many times that you should be more polite to your guests, especially when they are guests from Bailu County." There was an extra hand on the old butler Betzin's shoulder. The next moment, that hand suddenly started to move. force.
"Kacha," the old butler Bates rolled his eyes. Before he realized it, his shoulders were half short and were forcibly dislocated.
When Hong Ling saw this, she curled her lips, and she was still polite. The most unkind people were people like her own lady.