The Musafir
Game The Style of a Pair of Storks Snatching Fish
THE MORNING WAS still beautiful. In fact, its beauty is increasing. The birds are still singing. The birds***** fly in groups, creating beautiful views over the sky, should they look for nearby boughs or marshes. The sun is showing its warmth. The fog descended from the slopes of the hills slowly but surely.
But it is unfortunate that such a beautiful morning must be passed with a fight that demands bloodshed. Requires that everyone involved desperately defend life. It was as if there was no peace they could achieve anymore, so chaos seemed better to choose. The forest is showing one example of the peace of the universe.
The enemy warriors began to flash out from the darkness of the forest, advancing towards Mantingan with the warriors who were with him.
The mantel can see the enemy quite clearly. They really came from the Sea Beggar Association whose clothes were always in tatters, as well as being extremely low-skilled warriors. Hundreds of warriors drove at once, and would continue to grow from within the forest.
“Saudari, our power is big enough to knock out the enemy.” Mantingan said shortly before the clash occurred, “ as much as possible, do not kill them.”
The North River Angel nodded. Understand the nature of Mantingan.
After that the two turned around, facing in different directions. Their swords were unsheathed though the sheath was not removed. Thus, not a single enemy could attack them from behind or from the side, because the Mantingan and the Angel of the North River were protecting each other.
When the clash finally happened, the youngsters started to charge forward. Their backs remained stuck when playing the Tightness of a Pair of Storks Snatching Fish. The footsteps of a pair of warriors were extremely light. On many occasions, they use one foot more often than two feet.
Like herons, they were floating. Down to the bottom just to grab the opponent before bouncy back up, like grabbing a fish. Enemy fighters are paralyzed by being hit or shot at certain points. They will be paralyzed forever.
Mantingan felt that money-crazy beggars like them could not be lectured or placed in trust.
Unlike the heroic stories of a white swordsman who was able to straighten out many black warriors, whereas previously the warriors had fallen into a very real world error.
In fact, the warriors who had already enjoyed the darkness of life, and who had been warned but heeded it, were difficult for them to return to the right path. They will continue to enjoy misery until death picks up. Even when they return to the path of Truth, they often become two-faced men, treacherous.
Mantingan and Bidadari Sungai Utara continue to berlukan. Back each other. Uniting together, they crippled the enemy without killing him at all. That combined strength had made them almost invincible. The Mantingan and the Angel of the North River protect each other from all sides. The skin can attack in all directions.
Clearly, they controlled almost the entire course of the battle. While other warriors on the side of friends, impressed only help.
After no more warriors came out of the forest, Mantingan and Bidadari Sungai Utara landed without any further interest. The two smiled at the agonized groans of the opponents they had managed to stifle.
“Kill us!”
“Perform our lives as honorable warriors!”
“You people are making money, casually paralyzing the swordsman without taking responsibility for it!”
“Heh, you're the one named Mantingan? Perfect my life with your sword, so that I can die as a true warrior!”
However, that did not happen to the two warriors of the special army of Taruma. As soldiers who serve the country, they have been trained to destroy the intruders in the country. There was no mercy even to the treasure-hungry beggars who put Taruma in chaos. With spears and clubs in each hand, they were entangled in taking the lives of the enemy.
“Saudari, the battle is over. You won't stick to my back all day, will you?” Mantingan said awkwardly to the Northern River Angel.
The girl cleared her throat several times after realizing the location of her mistake. Immediately he broke away a few steps from Mantingan. Be ashamed.
Two warriors from Taruma approached Mantingan after completing his entire work. Three North River School students also gathered. Their clothes were full of red spots, except for the Mantingan and the Northern River Angel, of course after they sheathed the sword blade to attack the opponent.
The bearded man who had originally opposed Mantingan was now kneeling before him. And so did his friend. “We have seen the greatness of two warriors we have never seen before. This has convinced both of us, that Brother is the Hero Man whom we have held high regard for. Please forgive us for our disrespectful actions, we are entitled to receive a punishment!”
The man set up his fleas that had been cleaned of bloodstains to Mantingan. His sight remained down. Desperate, but still ready to accept all kinds of punishment.
Manten. “I am indeed a Mantingan, but I am still an ordinary human like you, and with my current standing, it is impossible for me to impose punishment on you. Now rise up, install the vigilance of the two Brothers.”
The two warriors stood up with a fluffy smile on their lips. The Mantingans lived up to their expectations. And it is true what the broad fantasy is about the Mantingan self.
The mantle pitched to the sky. It was very bright and beautiful as the sky was clear from the clouds. Unfortunately, the view on the ground is not as beautiful as the sky. Bodies lapping. The soil is wet, and it is not caused by rainwater or morning dewdrops from fresh taro leaves.
“So, Brothers from White Wind College. Can I send one of you to go to the Wind Bell Village to deliver this news to the police? They must be alerted to face all kinds of threats attack.”
“We're all ready, Brother. Choose anyone from us.” They say almost simultaneously.
The mantan did not want to spend too much time considering it, so he chose one of the horse carriage guards. As for the one remaining bodyguard, he was assigned to deliver this news to the North Wind School.
“Take one of the horses to go to the central college. Brother will tell you what needs to be reported. It was possible that the central college could dispatch a little White Mask Warrior to ensure the safety of the village. Don't let this plan leak.
“And Brother, you will go to the Wind Bell Village to report what needs to be reported. Brothers are safer to move without horses.”
Mantingan has been thinking carefully. To the swordsman, the horse is a double-edged knife. It can be profitable, and it can be detrimental. Horses can travel long distances at a fairly fast rate, but riding a horse means showing themselves to enemies and friends.
While a swordsman, although he can accelerate many times the speed of a horse, still not able to travel long distances at such speed.
Given that the chariot had been burned without being saved, the Mantingan chose to use two horses that had been in charge of pulling the carriage. But he has to share it.
“While the one remaining horse I will wear to carry the cargo. We will continue our journey to White Wind College.” Next he spoke to the horseman. “Brother, you come with me.”
