The boar tilted his neck and looked up, then saw purple clothes, purple hair, a familiar face, and a pair of cold purple eyes.
squeak!
Pandora!
"Plop!"
The wild boar immediately fell to the ground, scared out of its wits. It had been beaten to a black and blue face after it had passed one or two animals before, and its skin and flesh had been beaten to pieces after it had passed three or four animals. This time it's almost from the tail to the head, why don't you beat me to death? !
The wild boar got strength from nowhere at the next moment. Its bulky body twisted suddenly and struggled to stand up. Its four short legs ran as fast as garlic into the depths of the forest. It was really running for its life.
Pandora frowned as she watched the wild boar getting further and further away. On normal days, she would definitely catch up and beat the wild boar to death first. But today…
Seeing Richard walking past and heading towards the mountain, Pandora finally blinked and turned around to follow Richard instead of chasing the wild boar.
…
"Huhuhu..."
He didn't know how far he ran in one breath. The wild boar was panting, his mouth was dry, and he felt like smoke was coming out of his throat. He felt very worthless.
It was great to have had so many animals today, but it was a huge loss since I didn't get any water. Moreover, not only could I not drink water today, I was afraid that I would not dare to show up to drink water for several days in the future, otherwise I would be beaten violently if I were caught.
What to do? There is such a good place to drink water nearby. The water in the pool is the sweetest, while the water in other creeks and puddles is too turbid to drink.
We have to find a way to solve it, otherwise we will die of thirst!
The wild boar was panting and blowing out white steam from its mouth and nose while rolling its eyes and thinking seriously about the important event of the pig's birth.
…
not far away.
"Da da, da da da, da..."
There was the noisy sound of horse hooves and footsteps, and a large group of people were marching in the forest.
Those on horseback are nobles wearing various gorgeous armors, and those on foot are soldiers wearing leather armor and carrying bows and arrows. The group of people looks menacing, like an elite army about to attack the enemy, but when they get closer, they will I found that the atmosphere in the team was very relaxed. The people on the horses were talking to each other and bursting into laughter from time to time. Occasionally, there will be teasing and narrow voices.
"Viscount Lanster, from your great-great-grandfather to you, the title has been passed down for four generations, right?" A middle-aged man wearing gorgeous silver armor said on a horse, looking somewhat majestic.
"Yes, Count Vic." Another man on horseback said. He was about thirty years old, with a stubble on his chin and a slovenly appearance. Compared with other nobles, the armor on his body was not gorgeous at all, and could even be called shabby and broken.
There are obvious traces of rust on the surface of the armor. There are even some irregularities in the shoulder armor, which shows that this armor is probably passed down from the previous generation of the family and even the previous generation.
As a noble, he does not have his own armor, and he does not spend a lot of money on daily maintenance. He does not polish it with marble or burlap, polish it with blankets, or make the armor shiny.
Although this does not add any bonus to the armor's defensive effect, wearing a gray armor simply loses the status of a noble. To put it more seriously, it is simply deviant and an alternative among the nobles.
The Earl named Vic didn't say anything about the opponent's armor. He just listened to the opponent's answer and said thoughtfully: "It's the fourth generation. I remember that your great-grandfather was just a lord, and you are already a lord." Viscount, it is already very rare for four generations to be promoted to two levels of title. However, I heard that although Viscount Lanster you have been promoted to a title, your territory is getting smaller and smaller, and your income is getting less and less. This shouldn't be the case. "
"Heh." A tall and thin noble next to him said, "Earl Vic and Viscount Lanster are too kind to their farmers and serfs. Huh, I heard that the taxes are much lower than us, how can we be rich? Get up? Of course, this is not the key. I think the most important thing is that Viscount Lanster has been hiding in his castle and sleeping. He has not participated in every kingdom war. Without military exploits, there will be no rewards, let alone fame. There is no If people take refuge, they will naturally have no money.”
The crowd burst into laughter after hearing this.
Viscount Lanster was expressionless.
The tall and thin nobleman refused to give up and continued: "Actually, I think it is too easy for Viscount Lanster to get rich. All he has to do is wait until the kingdom war appears again, participate in it, and capture more of the opponent's enemies on the battlefield. The nobles who want more money can just ask for more ransom money.”
"Of course." The tall and thin noble said with a slightly sharp tone, "Before that, Viscount Lanster still has to find a way to get himself a better armor, otherwise he will only be afraid of going to the battlefield. , did not catch the enemy, but was caught by the enemy."
"Hahaha!"
Everyone burst into laughter again. They were all nobles from the capital, and behind them stood powerful nobles from the capital. Even if they did not inherit the title, they were not afraid of Lanster, a noble from a remote territory.
Lanster narrowed his eyes slightly and did not choose to accept the ridicule calmly. The other group of people are not afraid of him, but he is actually not afraid of them either.
Looking at the tall and thin noble who was speaking, Lanster sneered and said: "Young boy from the Caesar family, I really don't have a good armor, but do you believe it or not, I can still kill you wearing double armor like this? "
"you!"
"Why, if you don't believe it, you can give it a try. Do you want me to throw you a glove and choose a place to have a good duel? Well, I think about it, I am relatively poor and don't wear gloves, but aren't you wearing one? You can throw it to I challenge you, what do you think? Do you dare?"
After Lanster finished speaking, the young noble's eyes widened and he did not speak for a long time. He clenched his hands while riding on the horse, as if he was really afraid of dropping his gloves on the ground.
Lanster looked at it and sneered, and the young noble immediately blushed.
The other people who were close to the young noble were about to have a fit. At this time, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old noble boy in the front suddenly coughed lightly.
Everyone immediately stopped.
"Da da da", Lanster stepped forward on horseback, came to the side of the noble boy, and asked respectfully: "His Royal Highness Prince Gro, what's wrong?"
The young man known as His Highness Prince Gro, wore armor inlaid with gems and pearls, had brown hair, and had a hint of worry in his eyes. At this time, he was riding on a horse, looking ahead and frowning slightly, and asked: "Lance, didn't you say there are many wild beasts in this forest? Moreover, it is still the best hunting time in late autumn. How did you get to this point? Didn’t the beast see it?”