"Aoah!", the Bison Warrior Basturu rushed to everyone as he looked at him.

At this critical moment, another incident happened.

Yang Jian and others suddenly jumped to the sides, causing Bastulu to lose.

Everyone felt a cold wind blowing in their ears, and Basturu crawled through the gap and continued to rush forward bravely on the downhill road.

The mountain road is so rugged and steep that the Bison Warriors can't stop and see the situation of our enemies. With the inertia, they keep moving forward. His legs are like clockwork, and they can't stop even if they want to!

Bastulu finally felt a little panic, and he began to understand that if he continued like this, he would sooner or later fall into a mess.

So he paused his legs and tried to forcefully stop his steps, but inertia caused him to fall into the snow.

"Bang!" A smog of snow rose from the snow, and Bastulu's entire body was embedded in the snow. Even though he was strong, he immediately fell into a coma.

After about half an hour, Bastulu woke up in a daze. He found himself under a big green pine, his whole body was tied like a big rice dumpling, and next to him was a brother in distress, namely Aimulli of the Hare Tribe.

"What do you want to do in the territory of the Toulouse?" Although Basturu was defeated by himself, he did not give in.

"I'm sorry, two of you." Yang Jian walked up to them, "I'll rely on you to lead the way next."

At the same time, at the Toulouse camp on the ridge, the soldiers who had finished morning exercises were preparing to return to the tent to heat up the refrigerated lamb and milk bags for breakfast.

In a big tent, the young head coach Rabina had a gloomy face, so she was not in the mood to enjoy breakfast.

"Basturu and Aimulli, two meals! I haven't brought anyone there after so long. I must have been killed!"

Only then did he realize that he had a rare misjudgment. He thought that he could settle the situation by just sending out these humans, but he didn't expect to make a fuss. He couldn't explain to the Hare Tribe or Bison tribe like this.

Rabina took a deep breath, as if he had made up his mind.

"Transfer my order and order the Ice Tiger Knights to draw a brigade to capture the people and then, and you must bring them all!"

"As for Bastulu and Aimulli, they must meet people alive and die with corpses!"

This avalanche Rabina respects Yang Jian and others very much. A large group of knights is composed of hundreds of elite knights, among which the domesticated ice tiger can fight alone even if it leaves the knights.

The Toulous warriors who had not had breakfast rushed to the taming ground one by one to collect the ice tiger mount.

The snow sculpture took off again and continued to carefully monitor Yang Jian and his group.

The Toulouse tribe was mobilizing all members to the world, but Yang Jian and his group were still having breakfast under the big pine and cypress.

"Brother Jian", sharpshooter Feng looked at the snow sculptures that were monitoring them in the sky, "Do you want me to knock it down?"

Yang Jian held a milky sandwich in his left hand and stuffed it into his mouth very politely.

"No hurry, no hurry." After Yang Jian finished the sandwich, he started to move another piece of cheese.

"It's just to let them know what we are doing," Yang Jian looked at the ridge not far away with interest.
Chapter completed!