It took a whole morning of chasing before all of the hundred or so horses were caught.
It wasn't until all the horses were harnessed that some of the knights slowly freed up their hands and rushed to start putting on their armor and packing up their clothes - after all, they were already slightly late according to the banquet which was scheduled for this very evening.
"These are indeed rare and good horses, just a little too tall and strong..." Baron Garvey rode on a tall horse, waving the long sword in his hand, sighed slightly, seeming to feel some beauty.
The shortest of these horses had a shoulder height of one meter seven, and some of them were even over two meters tall at the shoulder!
Thoroughbred horses will not have this height, but in these years, these unmanaged horses, have basically all crossbred ...
To be honest, although a tall and strong horse will have certain advantages, but if the horse is too tall, it will lead to weapons in the swing will be very laborious. The knight on the horse had to crouch his body lower in order to slash the sword and axe to the enemy on the ground.
In the case of a gun, the situation is better, but because the angle becomes larger, it will take more effort in picking up the enemy and retracting the gun.
At the same time, the horses are too tall and strong, which also brings another problem - the consumption of food and grass.
In the case of these horses in front of us, I'm afraid that one horse can feed three horses with the consumption of one horse. Of course, if it is to do farm work, with the strength and stamina of these horses, it is certainly cost effective. But if it is on the battlefield, it is not so cost effective.
"I think it's still good." George said, "We rarely have chase battles nowadays, most of the time, the knights are there to break up the monster tide. And these horses can carry heavier armor, and even iron suits for these horses as well. This is still appropriate as a heavy knight's mount to charge. As for the issue of weapons, they can all be equipped with halberds in the future, and the knights often have to deal with those tall monsters as well."
"You have a point." Baron Garvey nodded: "However, I still feel a little heartbroken to see all these once purebred BMWs being crossbred..."
Indeed, each of the horses here can be worth a thousand dollars. But if they are mixed, they are not worth the price.
And as a horse-loving nobleman, Garvey and other people are also very picky about the horse's pedigree.
After hearing Garvey talk about purebloods, George touched his nose and didn't know what to say. He didn't know much about horses, but still knew that purebloods were more valuable: "But isn't it also said that a mix of creatures is more advantageous? Well... I was listening to the theory that Anthony mentioned."
Aggie, who had been following the two, suddenly interjected with a smile: "Purebloods have high explosive power and mixed-bloods have strong endurance. Apart from the market value, they are actually very good - Charl Van Marco is also a crossbreed out of it. There used to be no horse with a shoulder height of more than six meters."
George and Garvey nodded, thinking that Aggie had some sense. Moreover, the parents of these mixed-breed horses have extremely excellent and noble bloodlines. If someone manages them properly in the future, it is possible that they can also produce even better horses - that is, these mixed-blood horses now, there are many particularly high-quality ones.
"Lord." Garvey's eyes suddenly lit up and whispered, "These horses you brought from the south will certainly give Countess Elizabeth a long view this time."
George raised his eyebrows after hearing this, and couldn't help but secretly laugh - now these horses, that countess can definitely not even recognize them.
Taming horses is a long-term work, can not be achieved overnight. So after getting them to listen for a while, many people slowly stopped their work.
And when everyone began to put on their armor and pack their clothes to prepare for the road, George realized that Alexander that guy has not returned.
When he took out the scroll to watch, he found that the guy was coming back down the lake.
Not long after, that tall figure gradually burst out of the mist in the distance.
"I've thought it over!" This guy ran directly to the lord's side, patting the sweaty black horse's neck, and said, "It's called Nightmare!"
Looking at the snorting black horse, George gave a thumbs up towards Alexander: "You silly egg, running all morning just to think of a name?"
"Wow..." Alexander touched his big head: "By the way, look for the giant. The horse is a bit dirty, and washing it with the giant's blood seems to work quite well."
"......"
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Everyone has something to look forward to at this winter feast. And compared to the eastern part of the valley, which is separated by the river, all the nobles here, obviously, are also more closely connected to the Earl of Black Pearl.
It can even be said that in this doomsday, she acted as the strong wall between the north and the south, to protect them from the wind and rain, so that they can enjoy the revelry here...
This was the exact opposite of what George had associated at the beginning.
"I heard that those people from the east were also invited this time." "Oh, it's getting really bold, I heard that the lord has personally written a letter." "Those poor guys can't even afford to build a piece of armor, so it's only natural that they can't come over." "In fact, I feel that there is no need to find those rustics..."
In the middle of the large venue, wine glasses were staggered, and the nobles were either around the wide dance floor or standing between the seats covered with big red silk. They gathered in twos and threes, their rosy faces full of smiles, constantly talking in low ears.
Hanging in the dome of the 1,300 gold and silver hollow, the shape of the lamp and the dome of the painting, in the design of skilled craftsmen to become one. It looked like the bright stars under the gods and between the clouds, shining the place with brilliant lights.
The dance floor was covered with a red tone, the carpet woven with a hundred flowers, under the radiant dome, just like a patch of flowers.
Young nobles, men and women intertwined. They stepped on the dance floor above the hundred flowers in full bloom, in the midst of joy, constantly rotating dance steps. The top of the long skirt floating up, as if in the flowers suddenly bloom out of the peony, the eyes blooming withered.
Upstairs and downstairs, before the exquisite mahogany handrail; between the revolving staircase, columns and silk screens. There are people everywhere watching, gossiping and resting.
White winter does not exist here, because it is always red summer.
The Count of the Black Pearl seemed to be particularly fond of young and beautiful girls, so the maids interspersed among the crowd, each one like a flower in bloom in summer. The noble women, on the other hand, were like a jewel with different characteristics. They surrounded and held the mysterious black pearl in the palm of their hands.
There is no doubt that all of them adore her. Even those women, as long as they stay here for one night after receiving the invitation, will be crazy to rise that adoration for her.
But this set of all the world's favor in the noble woman, but there is always that wisp of lingering sorrow between the eyebrows often. So that those admirers, even if they prefer to unfold their own hot chest, pay all the heart, but also only let the black pearl bloom that moment of brilliance.
Perhaps, only one person in this world can make this dusty pearl, once again show the smile to.
However, she knew she was waiting for someone she would never wait for again...
The magus who had wandered here...
...
More than a hundred knights in armor and glittering, surrounding their great lord in the corridor, marched towards the gate on the side of the wall ahead.
The clash of iron clothes, around the servants and guards who tried to stop the knights to persuade them to run over, but all were roughly pushed aside. A nobleman who was cursing rudely over there shut his mouth after receiving an iron hook from someone passing by.
The door of the closed party was finally kicked open by the giant-like knight with a loud bang. The door then clanged loudly, hitting the wall above, as if the venue suddenly sounded a thunderclap.
Smoke and dust, singing and dancing in the banquet hall suddenly at this moment stilled.
They grew their mouths and watched with disbelief as the group of knights with divine patterns on their heavy armor swarmed in. They moved roughly, pushing away all the people in the way, and finally a murderous face stood on both sides of the red carpet of entry, silent on the waist longsword.
Outside the door, the iron boots on the ground echoes of footsteps gradually into the door. Three barons and an emissary dressed as a civil official, surrounded by a man in armor wearing the noble robe of the Great Spirit, slowly entered.
All eyes at this moment, can't help but gather on his body surface, slowly follow his steps, gradually stopped.
The Grand Magus looked around while picking up a gold silk handkerchief and wiping the blood on his iron fist. It was as if he was looking at a group of prisoners.
Afterwards, he casually threw that handkerchief on the ground, leaving a poor dirty mark on the carpet that was blooming with a hundred flowers.
"You kingdom jazz are really red-faced, it seems that the conscription order of that guy Adeline is just the right place for me to deliver."