In the Polish province of Datang, Tang Zhangwei learned from the letter written by Bai Cunxiao that many veterans who fought the world with him back then also came to the European province of Datang.

Many people have set up farms in various places, and they serve the horses, as if they are distressed and waiting for the military horses everywhere.

In fact, many veterans are childcarers. These people are looking for opportunities in the European provinces of Datang, and their family of three can get 600 acres of land.

If these people were a family of five, they would have a thousand acres of land.

Next to these veterans' farms, some have Taoist temples, some have churches of the Holy Cross, or various monasteries.

The farm where Tang Zhangwei's henchman Bai Cunxiao is located is a mysterious place that has both a church and a monastery.

Of course, Bai Cunxiao's idyllic life did not last long.

The Vikings in the Northern European provinces of the Tang Dynasty, which many Datang officers were chasing, came to the Polish province of the Tang Dynasty at once because they could not gain a foothold in their hometown.

These men were wreaking havoc here, attacking monasteries and clashing with the local Polish nobility.

In the Polish province of Datang, Bai Cunxiao was sleeping on his farm.

A Polish peasant woman holds a fan to catch mosquitoes for Bai Cunxiao, where mosquitoes and gadflies are so large that they can often bite people's winter trousers. Therefore, the Polish woman who chased mosquitoes and gadflies for Bai Cunxiao has become the standard.

Trist hid in the trees until the last combat party gave up looking for the fourth horse's rider and left. Then the Dark Elves moved quickly, picking up a few things that had fallen there: the dwarven axe and Regis' mace. When he finds Bruno's helmet, he must stop and stand still, as it is stained with blood and freshly cut wounds. And one of the horns was broken. Is his friend still alive?

He placed the torn helmet in his bag, and followed the group at a cautious distance.

When he arrived at the camp and recognized his three friends, he breathed a sigh of relief. Bruno stood silently between Wolfgar and Regis. Relieved, Trist let go of all his emotions and thoughts about what had happened to him, focusing his eyes on the situation in front of him, and calculating a plan to save his friends.

The brunette frangled his hands at Wolfga, inviting Wolfga, who resembled a copy of his blonde hair, to hold them. Wolfgar had never seen such a particular type of challenge, but it wasn't all too different from the way his own people tested their strength.

"Don't move your feet!" Flick instructed. "It's a challenge of strength! May Tampas show us your worth. ”

Wolfga's determined expression did not show any pride in victory. He raised his hand to the same height as his opponent.

The man grabbed his hand angrily and roared at the giant alien. Almost at the same time, before Wolfgar could straighten up and gain his footing, the witch doctor called out to start, and the black-haired man pushed his hand forward, causing Wolfgar's back to bend back lower than his wrist. Calls rang out in every corner of the camp; The brunette shouted and thrust with all his might, but when the nerve-wracking moment passed, Wolfgar began to fight back.

The steely muscles of Wolfga's neck and shoulders tensed instantly, and his thick arms were red from the blood rushing into the veins. Tampas really blessed him; Even his opponents could only be stunned in front of his divine power. Wolfgar stared into the other's eyes, and with a resolute glare combined with a growl, foreshadowing the inevitable victory. Beoniga then pushed forward, stopping the brunette's attack and pressing his wrist back to a more normal angle. Once he regained his equals, Wolfgar knew that a sudden push would put his opponent at the disadvantage he had just escaped. In that case, the brunette won't last long.

But Wolfga is in no hurry to end the race. He didn't want to humiliate his opponent, but more importantly, he knew Trist was nearby. The longer he could keep the game going on, and every pair of eyes in the tribe staring at them, the more time Trist would have to put his plan into action.

The two men froze for many seconds, and Wofgar couldn't help but smile when he saw a dark figure flash to the other end of the camp and come among the horses beside the mesmerized guard. He couldn't tell if it was his fantasy or not, but he thought two lilac flames were watching him from the darkness. After a few seconds, he decided, even though he knew he was looking for a chance by delaying the game. If they stalemate for too long, the witch doctor may draw the game.

It's over. The veins and muscles in Wolfga's arms bulged, and his shoulders were raised higher. "Tampas!" He roared, praising God for another victory, and then a burst of power forced the brunette to his knees. The entire camp fell silent, and even the witch doctor was speechless by the sight.

The two guards hesitantly approached Wolfga's side.

The defeated warriors stood up and faced Vovga. There was no trace of anger on his face, only admiration from the heart, because the Pegasus tribe was a very straightforward people.

"We welcome you," Flick said. "You defeated Torin, son of Jerek the Wolf Slayer and chief of Pegasus. Torin has never been defeated! ”

"What about my friend?" Wolfgar asked.

"I'm not interested in them!" Flick replied sharply. "Dwarves will be put on their way out of our land. We don't have any disputes with him or his kindred, and we don't want to deal with him! The witch doctor gave Wolfgar a sinister look. The other is a half-crippled," he declared. "He's going to use it as a permit for you to join the tribe, and be your sacrifice to the winged horse."

Wolfgar did not answer immediately. They tested his strength, and now they tested his loyalty. The Pegasi had given him the highest honor in allowing him to join the Horde, but only if he showed unquestioning loyalty. Wolfgar remembered his own people, and how they had lived in the tundra for centuries. Even today, many of the barbarians of Icewind Dale would accept this generous offer and kill Regis at a small price to pay for the loss of a halfling's life. This has made Wolfgar disillusioned with himself, and their ethics have become unacceptable to Wolfga's personal standards.

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