ushernet Chapter 283: 277 Not Bad
Chapter 283: 277 Not Bad
Chapter 283: Chapter 277 Not Bad
“Long time no see, you’ve grown quite impressive,” Lancelot appraised the muscular Nightmare, noting several fresh scars. “What happened to you? Got too big and decided to play king?”
The Nightmare whimpered plaintively and drooped its eyelids as if to say ‘they started it first.’ Lancelot couldn’t help but laugh heartily at the creature’s expressive antics, gently stroking its forehead. This was a gesture designed to deepen the bond between a knight and his steed, and the Nightmare seemed to enjoy the attention.
After a heartfelt exchange with his mount, Lancelot mounted up, but after just a few steps, he pulled on the reins again.
The Nightmare looked back in confusion, and Lancelot gestured for it to look down at its hooves.@@@@
Flames blazed around the hooves of the demonic horse, charring the ground wherever it trod. The Nightmare turned its innocent gaze back to Lancelot, who smacked it with a slap.
“You need to be environmentally conscious, understand?” Lancelot glared at his steed, “Put out the flames on your hooves, now.”
The demonic horse let out an even more pitiful whine, as if Lancelot had made an unreasonable request. But his unwavering gaze intimidated the Nightmare, making it feel that if it didn’t comply immediately, this human might just jump off and chop off all four of its hooves.
Under Lancelot’s watchful eye, the flames beneath the Nightmare’s hooves extinguished. Its hooves remained hot, and the grass it had trodden on turned noticeably yellow and curled, but at least it wouldn’t leave a trail of small flames across the ground. Such a sight was much too reminiscent of a villain’s entrance, which, while earning it some respect in most layers of the Abyss, wouldn’t fly south of the Hoffenstan River.
Lancelot let his thoughts wander aimlessly as he reveled in the thrill of galloping on horseback. He hadn’t relaxed like this in a long time, and the scenery here was truly fantastic. The demon steed beneath him seemed to share his mood at the moment, running wildly as if it were a passing Whirlwind.
Perhaps Nightmare was running a bit too fast; before Lancelot had his fill of riding, his Spirit Perception sensed Bruto and the others’ presence. He turned his horse around and rode towards his companions, soon spotting the others.
“Yo! Lancelot!” Bruto, sitting astride an Elves’ chestnut steed, greeted him with a cheerful laugh, “Not bad, eh? Arms and legs all intact—I can rest easy now.”
The rest pulled their reins and gathered around Lancelot. Kalalin was riding a Nightmare too, though compared to Lancelot’s mount, it was practically a goat, with Cromwell and his skull attire following behind; the Succubus Paladin still rode her majestic Heavy Armor warhorse, with two excited Aira children in front and the Halfling chef behind.
Their mounts were clearly well acquainted with Lancelot’s Nightmare, greeting each other enthusiastically with the exchange of spit.
“Where’s Little Eisha? She all right?” Elothysia, noticing one figure was missing, asked with concern.
“Of course she’s fine. The sun is too strong right now, we’ll let her out tonight,” Lancelot was equally pleased to see all of his companions unharmed, “Dong Quan, where are we now, and how much farther to your home?”
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