Chapter 218: Bad luck viscount

"Haha-Fontaine County must be corpses all over the place at this moment. Those pariahs should be exposed to the dead and let the hungry devour them. This is the end of the Viscount Viburnum," Viscount Moore rode on his favorite Gouluk blood horse. , Humming minor, led an elite team in Bailu County with great majesty, and rushed all night.
Despite the cold wind and the lack of nephrite Wenxiang full of arms, the blood of the savage wolf cub that remained in Viscount Moore's bones was boiling with blood.
"Viscount, the ice lake area ahead, pay attention to the horses, or let the soldiers dismount," the old butler Batesin called the Viscount, who had been stunned by joy, and the elite squad had entered the unknown ice of Fontaine County. In front of the lake, the soldiers who escaped last time were said to have been ambushed in this area.
It was only that day that the Viscount was so angry that he struck a few soldiers with one kick, and he was not sure where the specific threat was.
Before the old steward Batesin set off, he repeatedly advised the Viscount. Fontaine County was no longer the original Fontaine County. Even if the young lord was not in the Duke's Mansion, his history must not be simple. Unfortunately, the arrogant Viscount how Can't hear it.
Listening to the roaring north wind, watching the goose-like snow, the old butler Batesin always felt that there was something wrong.
How can there be no movement in such a large-scale beast tide.
Or is it true that the villagers left in Fontaine County have long been a candle in the wind and have fallen apart under the tide of mountain beasts?
"It's just an ice lake. With the blood-stained foal, the Viscount can pass with his eyes closed," Viscount Moore gave a cold snoring. The horse under his command, but a fifth-order black horse, can ride in any terrain. Even in the snow, you can step on the snow without any traces.
Seeing that Viscount Moore did not listen to dissuasion, there were no signs of ambush in Fontaine County. The old butler Batesin could only wrap the cloak tightly, and ordered the soldiers to be careful and protect the Viscount among the soldiers. Moving forward in the snow.
After a few days of snow and ice, the frozen ice lake was so hard that it looked like a mirror, and the horses passed through the ice lake.
"Haha, ahead is the last village of Fontaine County, soldiers, rush forward," Viscount Moore opened his heavy cloak, exposing his body armor, and held a long sword in his hand.
"Master Viscount, be careful with your feet," just as Viscount Moore shouted, under his feet, seemingly incomparably hard frozen soil, numerous black sucker-like leaves were drilled, just like a black wildfire. Come.
The herd of horses only felt a cold on the hoof, and the black leaves held the horse firmly, and the slower horse was trapped in it.
The remaining horses were frightened, hissed and fled, leaving the soldiers on horseback always
The sweaty foal of Viscount Moore was a bit of a character. When the group horse was in a panic, its four horseshoes were still very stable, a few rough breaths were exhaled in the nostrils, the forefoot was raised, and the horses were stunned. The kick kicked off.
The old housekeeper Bates, who deserves to be of military origin, immediately took out the rope on the horse's back and shouted loudly: "Remove the non-slip ropes and arrange them in a line to gather everyone's strength. Don't panic. Retreat towards the ice lake. "
The surrounding snow was covered with white snow. I do n’t know the depth of the snow, and how many poisonous weeds were hidden.
After listening to the old housekeeper's call, the soldiers, like the headless flies, immediately took off the ropes, and set them on the companion's body. One rope was connected to the other, and the horses and soldiers lined up.
Dozens of military horses worked together to manage to get rid of the entanglement of the original poisonous algae.
After finally withdrawing from the poisonous algae area, only the sound of "humming" was heard, and the soldiers were already birds of panic at this time. When they looked up, they were frightened.
A large-scale gauntlet, giant-winged mosquitoes flapping their wings quickly came out, and each mosquito's mouth has the thickness of a needle tube.
"Protect the Viscount, assault," in the presence of the amazing mosquitoes, where did the soldiers care about any Viscount? They jumped off the horse in a panic, regardless of stepping down on their companions, and could not wait to cover the whole body with a cape. Rolling belt crawling and fleeing.
Viscount Moore's cultivation is not weak, but he is timid like a rat. In front of the mosquitoes coming under pressure, his first thought was to escape. He kept pedaling his horse's belly, and he boasted that his horse could walk on the snow without any traces, which was extremely fast, but now he couldn't wait for the horse to get a pair of wings as far as it could go.
Regardless of his subordinates and Batesin, the old butler who fell to the ground from the horse, he urged the horse to run faster and faster.
"Master Viscount," in a panic, Viscount Moore only felt that someone was heating his mouth behind his ears and looked back, but it was empty, "Where are you going?"
"Magic, monsters," everything that happened just now seemed so unusual. Viscount Moore screamed and wanted to jump off the horse. How could he know that his belt was hanging on the saddle, jumping too panic, right He had just stepped on the ground and his left foot was stuck in the saddle.
At this moment, a giant winged mosquito king slammed on the horse's in a timely manner, and the sweat foal hissed, the horse's head moved forward and ran away, Viscount Moore cried and sweated, and said no Wolverine out.
Viscount Moore is also a nobleman. If he died in the territory of the Duke's Mansion, the people in the imperial capital would inevitably use this as an excuse to embarrass the younger grandfather of the imperial capital.
Yue Jinghua stunned the next pocket from the saddle, which was stuffed with some personal belongings of Viscount Moore.
The old butler, Bates, fell in the snow, squinting, watching his master flee in horror.
In the snow, there was a pleasant smile, and a personal image appeared faintly in front of him. As if remembering something, Bates was upset and wanted to run away. I did n’t know how to run away a few steps before seeing a great pain in his right shoulder. Looking back, I saw a handsome young woman in the snow.
Holding the unstringed jade bow and arrow in her hand, the young woman looked respectfully and shouted at the newly emerged man behind the old butler: "Master, the slave has captured this old man."
"Hongling, how many times have you said that you should be polite to your guests. Especially when the other party is a guest of Bailu County," the old housekeeper Batesin added an additional hand. force.
"Catch," Bates, the old steward, turned his eyes pale, and before he came to his senses, his shoulders were half short and he was dislocated abruptly.
When Hong Ling saw this, she poked her lips, and was polite. The most unpopular person was her own lady.