Chapter 177: Pokraras Village
A Forest Site. A Thorem charged at high speed. Whoosh!
The man in black drew his sword and thrust it towards Thorem, hoping to pierce it.
Thorem sensed the hostility of the man in front of him.
He raised both feet to the sky and slammed into the ground. Pew!
BOOM!
The sword shattered. Shards of glass from the Thorem's impact flew around.
The man in black lunged back. Whoosh!
With a puzzled expression, he wondered who this person was standing in front of him.
The man in black looked at the sword in his hand and threw it to the ground.
The sword pierced the ground. The man in black's expression didn't show kindness, but anger.
Thorem stood still with the Seraph lying comfortably on Thorem's back.
The man in black, seeing the Seraph's presence, said, "Who are you? Why do you meddle with me?" "
Only the Thorem was ready to charge.
Seraph couldn't hear it, sleeping soundly.
The man in black, seeing that no one was willing to answer, used his second skill, {Bisbe}. A red fireball as big as his body shot out, scorching the enemy in front of him.
"Die, you scum!"
The fireball shot towards the Thorem. Pewwww!
The Thorem charged straight towards the fireball. Boom! Whoosh!
The Thorem charged forward and veered to the left. Pewwww! Boom!
The fireball exploded, striking a tree.
The Thorem charged forward, hurriedly. Pewwww!
Two fireballs shot towards him. Pewpew!
The Thorem leaped into the sky. Boom! Peww!
The man in black looked up at the sky, seeing the Thorem floating in mid-air, seemingly about to fly, in the sunlight.
Fireballs shot up towards him. Pew pew pew.
The horse dodged the fireball. Boom!
The horse dodged it and stood behind the man in black.
The man in black looked tense, an enemy standing behind him.
The man had an idea. He was dead.
Just as he thought. The horse dodged the back of the man in black. Pew pew. Boom!
Ugh! It felt like his internal organs were about to burst out, but it was true.
The horse dodged the back of the man in black.
The internal organs and other body parts kept flowing out.
Blood spurted forward.
The man in black looked down at his stomach. The powerful horse's foot had penetrated his own stomach.
He was pulling it out.
The man in black lay motionless from the brutal attack.
The title "The Horse Who Can Fight" was exactly what Seraph had requested. The old man had given the correct advice.
The horse did pull its hind foot and looked at the blood, its eyes red. He turned to look in the direction ahead.
It was in the opposite direction of the sun.
The sun's rays were shining on the back of the Thorem horse.
The Thorem horse was walking straight and stopping in front of a tree.
Before Thorem horse, a seven-year-old girl with waist-length white hair, white eyebrows, and a full white dress was sleeping in the light.
The young girl heard the explosion and slowly opened her eyes to look at the outside world.
The eyes opened to reveal a creature staring at the young girl. Her eyes opened to reveal pure white.
Pega, the young girl, opened her eyes to look at the outside world. Her expression remained calm and her face was fair, her skin pure.
Pega stared at the beautiful, golden, slender Matorem, amidst the dim sunlight.
"You're beautiful. Who are you?"
Even though she didn't know what was happening, the girl kept her composure and asked.
Matarem was fortunately intelligent, so she knew what to do.
Just as Seraph had requested, a slender, intelligent horse.
Matarem lay down on the ground to let the sleeping Seraph talk.
Matarem bowed his head to Peka.
Peka, though a little suspicious, looked at the sleeping Seraph with a strange expression.
"The one sleeping over there is bleeding and wants me to help him, your master?"
Matorem only knows what to do and what not to do, but doesn't know the language.
Peka thought. "Well, he looks injured."
Peka looked at the bloodied corpse on the ground and noticed blood on Matorem's feet.
"So that's it. Did you kill that man? By the way, where is this place?"
Peka stood up and walked towards the corpse of the man in black. Peka arrived, took a ring from the man, and walked over to Matorem.
"I don't know what happened, but I want to thank him. This man broke into my house and kidnapped me. As a thank you, I'll help the injured man on his back."
Peka decided to help Seraph. He thought it was from a fight.
But in fact, it was from being hit by a large branch. A slash in the face.
Pega spoke alone as the horse, Thorem, lay waiting.
Pega walked over and reached out his hand to the horse's face, near the horse's nose.
The horse began to sniff and memorize the scent.
Pega reached out and placed his hand on the top of the horse's nose.
Pega rubbed it back and forth, getting to know it.
The horse allowed him to do so. It depicted a young girl getting to know the horse.
The surrounding area briefly turned white.
The seraph, a prop, broke free from the dfm.
"Very good. Then, let's go to my village. It'll take a while, but that's probably the only way."
Pega walked over to the seraph, analyzing it. A nosebleed was coming from the seraph's nose, and it was covered in blood.
"It looks like it was attacked from the head. Let's go check it out."
Pega looked at the brown bag containing the horse's food.
Pega picked up some grass. White came up to look.
It was white grass.
Pega looked around for a moment and secretly noticed the stare of the horse.
Cleverly, Pega experimented a little.
Pega moved the white grass to the left.
The horse followed the gaze.
Pega moved to the right.
The horse slanted its gaze.
Pega knew immediately, "So this is it, this horse's food. Sure, I'll give it all. Enjoy it."
Pega placed the entire bag of white grass in front of the horse.
To give it breakfast.
Pega looked at the horse with a slight smile, like he was fondling a pet.
Time passed, and the horse was bright and cheerful. The horse ate half of the white grass.
Pega saw that the horse was full and said, "Time to leave. The destination is Pokraras Village."
Pega pushed Seraph to the front and climbed behind Seraph.
Seraph's face fell on the horse's neck.
Peka grabbed the rope and held it. "So, how do you control it?"
The horse began to stand up. Peka looked at the horse, who was standing up. Although it was tilted, Peka maintained his balance and hugged Seraph from behind.
Peka had seen people riding horses, so he bucked in the same manner. Peka pulled the rope towards him.
The horse raised both feet into the sky and charged forward.
The sound of his footsteps thumping, thumping, thumping, thumping, thumping.
Peka looked slightly shocked.
The goal was finally achieved. Pokralas Village was in the opposite direction from Gollen Village.
Seraph's new adventure began once more.
If Seraph knew, he would surely be furious. The goal, which had been so far away,
was now even further away.
Peka's mind was racing to get Seraph to the hospital. The direction of Pokralas Village was now even further away. Speed had to increase, and the Thorem horses had been fed enough food.
This gave them more running power than before.