At first, Awutmok thought that this "divine beast" was preparing to run and accumulate energy and make a turn around and attack. So he lowered his center of gravity, set up his posture, and prepared to take the attack head-on.

Suizhi, the horse ran farther and farther, farther than the distance needed to run up, farther than the distance needed to build a Cuju site, farther than the distance needed to build a block... Even the tail is invisible.

"Tratoani! Did this horse... run away?" The Aztran warriors blinked their eyes and confirmed to Awutmok, "Will it come back?"

Awutmok felt his hair standing up when he lost the divine beast.

"I'm responsible for getting it back," he said. "You guys keep going on the mission!"

So he chased him like a little bison in the direction of the pack horse running away.

After all, the pack horse is also a horse, and its speed is much faster than that of a human. After running for a long time, Awutmok saw the horse again - it was standing on a plain, looking left and right in confusion.

"Master Divine Beast!" Awutmok shouted at it with his throat, "I'm sorry for what happened just now! If you have any dissatisfaction, we can change it. Come back quickly!"

The pack horse raised his head and looked seriously in the direction of Ah Utmok for a while. Then—and escaped again.

Awutmok bulged his eyes. Although he was a little tired, he could only continue to chase after him. But he couldn't run the horse, and it didn't take long before the horse disappeared from his sight.

As soon as I looked up, the sun had reached the middle of the sky. My stomach was not hungry, but my mouth was already dry, and the sweat from my body made my clothes soaked. When I touched my waist, I found that the water bag there was shriveled and there was no water inside.

He had no choice but to give up chasing the horses and instead search for water to save his life.

And when he finally found a stream, he was surprised to find that the pack horse was standing on the other side of the stream, hanging its head and drinking water in the river.

He was overjoyed and was about to say hello as before, but reason made him stop in time. He knew that loud shouting would alarm the sacred animal, so he curled up and walked carefully. He found the shallowest part of the river, crossed to the other side, and then approached inch by inch by bush.

The pack horse suddenly raised its head and stared at him. He also stood up, squeezed out his most kind and harmless smile on his face, and waved to greet the pack horse.

——So the horse ran away again.

Awutmok shook his head. This time, he did not continue to chase after him, but drank water by the river and rested. Anyway, he was not strong enough and could not catch up even if he had to chase him. In the end, he had to rely on the horse's footprints left on the ground.

After a day of chasing, Autmok roughly understood the habits of this animal. It can eat grass, eat leaves, and when it is thirsty, it will go to the river to drink water. When it is not threatened, it will walk slowly, and only when it is frightened will it run at a speed that Autmok cannot catch up with.

He followed from a distance until the pack horse fell asleep on the ground and then he lay down.

The next day, Awutmok began to try to race against it. He followed the horse's pace and ran at full speed, but soon lost his strength. This time, he followed far behind at his own speed. He was thrown away by the horse several times, but the horse would stop somewhere far away, and he would narrow the distance. Awutmok was very good at this long-distance running in the wild. When the Aztlans went out to hunt bison, they had to run first to exhaust the giant's physical strength!

After chasing about half a marathon, the situation changed. The speed of the pack horse was no longer as fast as before. Every time he escaped, the place where he stopped was much closer than before. When he ran to a marathon, the pack horse's physical strength seemed to be a little unable to keep up, and Awutmok could already fight it in speed.

Finally, the horse fell to the ground first, and the man also collapsed on the ground.

"What a joyous contest." Awutmok drank half a pot of water, and handed the remaining water toward the horse lying on the ground, "Brother, do you have a sip, too?"

On the third day, Awutmok began to study the likes and dislikes of this animal. He found that when he was also watched by a horse, the horse was more likely to be afraid when he walked closer; and when he squatted on the ground, the horse reacted more steadily; but when he lay on the ground and crawled with his limbs, the horse ran away from a distance. He found that this animal was afraid of fire, just like all other animals, and if he put fresh grass on his hands, it had half the chance of getting closer by itself. He imitated the horse's cry. Sometimes the horse would be very happy, sometimes the horse would stare at him blankly, and sometimes the horse would run away directly, so it would chase him for another marathon...

On the other side, the Duke of Brittany marched for several days and had arrived at the border of the Principal of Brittany. On this day, he got up early as usual, and suddenly a spy came to report: "Duke! One man and one horse appeared in front of him!"

"What's the best report for one person and one horse? Is it blocking our way, or something?"

"No, Duke, it's not blocking our way...but." The spy was a little hard to describe, "Duke, you'll know when you go and see it."

The duke rode a few followers forward with suspicion, and his eyes fell out of shock. It was true that one man and one horse were about to fall out. But it was not a man riding a horse. But Awutmok was running wildly on the ground with his feet, and the pack horse behind him leaned his front hooves on his shoulders, and his back feet ran on the ground at the same speed as Awutmok. One man and one beast cooperated tacitly, and they were running happily. If his eyes were not good, he might even mistakenly think that this was a half-man and half-marathon monster!

"Brother Ma, I will carry you in the first half of the time, and you will carry me in the second half of the time. We will not owe each other, how about it?"

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"Duke, look... is this a human or a demon?"

"Demon?" The Duke of Brittany frowned, and a rumor that he had not taken care of him suddenly surged into his heart. "I seemed to hear the caravans passing by that Duke Aquitaine were also attacked by a mysterious island, and the demon who came down from the island to participate in the attack...the clothes seemed to be similar to this one?"

Several knights immediately slapped their horses and walked forward: "I'll catch him and ask!"

Awutmok has been caring for horse training these days, completely forgot about the task assigned to him by Ella. Seeing several soldiers riding horses rushing towards him, he suddenly woke up, hurriedly put the horse on the ground, and shouted: "Brother Ma, you should carry me first!"

After saying that, he jumped onto the horse's back, and with just a whistle, the horse started running wildly.

Two groups of people began to chase. The knights had excellent horse breeds, and their speed and endurance were much higher than those of pack horses. Awutmok turned around and saw that the distance between the two sides was constantly pulling in. He was anxious, and slapped the horse's head and shouted, "Brother Ma, go first!" Then he jumped off the galloping horse.

But he rolled a few times on the ground and lay on the ground, running around like an animal. He wrapped his whole body with leopard skin and tightened his spirits. When the knight's horse approached, he suddenly jumped up from the grass, like a beast pounced on his prey. The patterns on the leopard skin were like countless pairs of open eyes. At the same time, Awutmok opened his throat and made the most fearful roar he had figured out!

The war horse was frightened immediately! A knight was directly lifted off the horse, and the remaining war horses fled in scattered and were no longer controlled by the knight on his back.
Chapter completed!