Super Trick or Treat System

She pulled him away, then broke into a circle, braiding fearlessly around the bottom of one of the towers. Li Huai chased her, worried that he would get lost in the fog.

Three towers, another section of the open sidewalk, and then misty, showed them the second carved doorway, less than two hundred yards from the doorway. The sight of prosperity seemed to attract Cadesa, and Li Bai could do nothing but track her, and the little wolf was now trotting beside him.

They passed through the last mist and rushed to a patch of tall grass and bushes. Li Badi heard the coyote tongue out, but it was too late. A leather ring echoed in the vast sea of ​​people, settled on his chest, held his arm tightly to his body, lifted him off his feet in a hurried posture, and walked helplessly along a horse. The galloping horse dragged to the ground.

A tawny anger rushed in the air and bit the horse's head. Li Wei kicked helplessly, tried to stand up again while riding, and struggled with the control of his shouting rider. Throughout the melee, the Apache heard Kadesa's harsh screams, which he could not understand.

Li Biao knelt on his knees, coughing in the dust, and applied muscles on his chest and shoulders to relax the noose. On both sides of him, the coyotes weave a roaring resistance pattern, running back and forth without enemy targets, but the excited horses are so excited that their riders can neither use ropes nor blades.

Then Kadesa ran between the two rattles, drove towards Li Huai, and leaped at him. The tough woven leather reduced the grip and he was able to breathe. She is still yelling, but her tone has changed from a recognized one to a clear scolding.

Li Huai stood up, as if the rider who tied him finally tied the horse and dismounted. When Li Huai returned to the Arizona Mountains, he would hold on to a nervous, uneducated pony.

The Mongol is about an inch shorter than the Apache, and his face is still younger, despite his drooping beard and long slender black hair on his mouth. His breeches were tucked into high red boots, and he was wearing a loose felt jacket with the same exquisite embroidery as Li Bai. Despite the heat, his head is still a hat with broad burrs, and that hat also has a scarlet and gold design.

The Mongol still kept his noose, arrived at Kedesa, stood for a while, turning her upside down before asking a question. She pulled the rope impatiently. The coyotes growl, but the Apache believe that these animals no longer immediately consider this danger.

"This is my brother Haragul." Kadesa introduced on her shoulder. "He didn't speak from you."

Not only did Herragul not understand, but he was also impatient. He yanked the rope with sudden force and almost threw it. Then, Kadesa violently dragged the lasso in the other direction, and suddenly exploded and plunged into the **** blood, drawing the eyes of others closer.

Li Huai bends his upper arm, Cadesa's movement relaxes him and makes the lasso yield again. He studied the followers of the Tatar tribe. Beside Herragul, there are five people. They are thin people with expressionless faces and narrow eyes. The three people are piled up. In addition to swords with curved blades, they are also equipped with bows and arrows, two for each archer, one long and one short. One of the riders had long, fringed hair that flowed from under his head. Li Huai saw a series of powerful barbaric combatants among them, but he believed that the Apaches could not only deal with the Mongols confidently, but also might defeat them.

Apache has never been as brave as Cheyenne, Sioux and Comanche of the Cayman Islands, fighting for glory. He estimated the probability of damage to him, using every feature of ambush, deception and village as weapons and defenses. 15 Apache fighters under the leadership of Chief Geronimo kept 5,000 American and Mexican troops in the area for a year and temporarily won.

Li Huai understands the undefeated and seemingly undefeated story of Genghis Khan and his powerful generals sweeping across Asia into Europe. But they are a wild wave, manpower reserves from the prairie of their hometown, using the walls of the driven captives to protect themselves from attacks and attacks in the city. He suspects that even the endless sea of ​​people can win the Arizona desert defended by the Apaches under Kochiz, Victorio, or Colorado Magnus. The white man did it-by superior strength and consumption; but bowing against bows and arrows, machete against swords, skill and cunning against skill and cunning-he doesn't think so....

Dropped the end of the noose, dangled, loosened the rope loop, and dropped the rope on his feet. The Apache walked away from it, turned and passed between the two cavalrymen, chasing the bow and arrow he had dropped. The coyote went with him, and when he turned to face the person again, both animals squeezed him through the entrance to the valley, apparently urging him to retreat there.

The cavalry also faced it, and the warrior with the spear balanced the weapon axis in his hand, as if he was considering the possibility of trying to pierce Li Wei. But at this moment, Kedesa stood up, grabbed her belt firmly, and dragged Haragula away.

She said to Li Huai: "I have told this person what is going on between us, and you have become the enemy of those who hunt us. I am glad you are sitting by the fire and talking about these things."

That prosperous scene broke her speech again, coming from a distant land.

"Will you do this?" She asked half a question, half a statement.

Li Badi glanced at him. He can dodge, enter the misty valley, and then people will ride him down. However, if he can truce between his people and the barbarians, then the Apaches will only be left with the demons from the settlement. In the past human era, both fronts have had disastrous consequences.

"I'm here-carrying this-instead of being pulled by your rope." He raised his bow in an exaggerated gesture to make it understandable.

The Mongol rolled up the lasso and looked at Li Bad from the Apache bow. Slowly, he nodded reluctantly.

At the call of, the spearman rode on the waiting, stretched out his foot and stepped on the heavy horse, then raised his hands and lifted it behind him. Kadesa was installed behind her brother in the same way.

Li Badi looked at the coyote. The animals stood together on the gate of Tagu, and as the horse ran, they did not take any action. He greeted them with his hands and called them.

Looking up, they continued to watch him walking with the Mongols. Then, without responding to his deception, they melted again. Li Biao wanted to slide down for a while, risking the risk of following Naquinta and Nali Kade\'s retreat, and put a spear between his shoulders. The new consciousness shocked him, and he was shocked by the extent to which he would rely on these animals. Usually, Lee Bad Fox is not to be dominated by the will of the School of Business Administration, smart, smart and not like an animal. This is a human matter, and the coyotes did not participate!

Half an hour later, Li Bai sat in the illegal camp. There are fifteen Mongolians, six women and two children in front of them. On a small hill near their yurt, the circular concealed shelter is no different from the shelter of Li Huai's own people. It is a rough drum with the skin stretched tightly on a hollow piece of wood. Standing next to him was wearing a tall pointed hat, red robe and belt, from which a row of small bones, small animal skulls and polished stone and wood carvings swayed out.

It was this person's efforts that made the boom intermittently on the ground. Is this a signal? Is it part of the ceremony? Li Huai was not sure, even though he guessed whether the drummer was a pharmacist or a wizard, there was some power in this company. Such people are considered to have the ability to predict, and in the old age of the big tribe they also enjoyed an intermediate position between man and spirit.

The rest of the company was evaluated. Like his own party, these people are roughly the same age-young and energetic. It is also obvious that if he is not their leader, Herragul also plays an important role among them.

After the last loud drum beat, the shaman pushed the stick into his belt and fell onto the fire in the center of the camp. He was taller than his companions, and he held it thinly under the robe, his face was narrow, shaved, and his eyebrows were naturally arched, which gave him a firm skepticism. He strode around, his bewildering charm provided him with a musical accompaniment, and stood in front of him, watching him carefully.

Li Huai copied his silence in the duel close to the will. The shaman's green eyes implied that if Haragul did indeed lead these combatants, then he had a determined and intellectual advisor behind him.

"This is." Kadesa didn't push these people to the fire, but her voice was passed.

Herragul snarled at his sister, but his advice made no impression on her, and she replied in a warm tone. The shaman's hand was raised, and both of them were silent.

"Who are you?" Same, with a high English accent.

"Yes I am."

The wizard repeated: "The Apache". "Then you belong to the West, that is, the American West."

"You know a lot, spirited people."

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