Yu Mengzhou secretly groaned in his heart.
At this point, how could he be picky? He had to follow along. Refusing was impossible, and running away was even more impossible. The devil horse walked leisurely in front, and Yu Mengzhou desperately chased after it, watching its ferocious tail twisting slowly, sometimes entangled, sometimes separated.
As they walked, Yu Mengzhou's occupational disease came back. He carefully observed the condition of the horses. Apart from the scary saddles, the reins and the bit also looked extremely hideous. The reins were completely greedy creatures, a kind of bramble with a muscular texture; the devil horse would look back at him from time to time, and Yu Mengzhou could hastily see the fine copper wires on the bit, like parasitic blood vessels, winding around and piercing the gaps between the fangs.
It's really a sin...
Yu Mengzhou temporarily put aside his fear and diagnosed: "This... is really serious on you. Do you really have to do this?"
The magic horse paused for a long while before saying gently, "The previous rider's skills were poor, and you laughed at me? I didn't expect that you smell like a human, but your skills are much better than you look."
"Laughing at a joke? I'm not laughing at a joke," Yu Mengzhou was confused, "and I didn't lie to you, I really am a human being, absolutely genuine!"
The magic horse looked straight ahead and led the prey towards the direction of the tribe, ignoring Yu Mengzhou's explanation.
After hurriedly taking two steps, Yu Mengzhou still didn't give up and wanted to use talk therapy to find a breakthrough. He asked: "You must be in pain like this, can I..."
"Save your sarcastic remarks for later, craftsman." The demon horse's voice became softer and softer. It suddenly lost its patience to move slowly. Yu Mengzhou's eyes blurred, and when he came to his senses, he was less than two hundred meters away from the bloody battlefield.
The demon horse suddenly changed from the smooth conversation with Yu Mengzhou to the voice when calling his companions, which became so hoarse and full of malice, like an old crow coming to announce a funeral at dusk: "Come and see what interesting things I found: a human craftsman!"
Those devil horses that were strolling leisurely and drinking blood with their heads down, all raised their heads, and it seemed as if dozens of blood-red lamps were lit on the scorching field.
Looking closer, Yu Mengzhou realized that the conditions of the magic horses were not exactly the same. Some had their hides half-peeled off and connected to hollow saddles; some were covered in jagged scales, with only their eyes and hooves exposed; others were wrapped in red-hot copper chains, and every time they moved, the copper chains collided with blood and flesh, and thick smoke enveloped the entire body of the magic horse...
If the little devils before were just nightmare versions of Pokémon, then the demon horses in front of Yu Mengzhou were the living nightmares themselves. They roamed in hell, acting as agents of terror, sin, and slaughter. Ordinary humans simply could not bear their twisted forms.
Yu Mengzhou was carrying the toolbox in a daze, staring at a dozen magic horses.
He was in this business, so of course he had some knowledge about horses. He knew that in ancient times there was a way to train war horses: instead of feeding them grass and water, they were fed raw meat and blood. In this way, the war horses could adapt to the bloodiness on the battlefield. When such war horses were trained, they were kept in the trough twelve hours before the battle. Before going to the battlefield, the horses' eyes were red with hunger, and no one could get close to them except their owners. If they were released at this moment, they could rush out and eat a lion.