Poor Acting Skills
Redakteur: Nyoi-Bo Studio
It was rare to see people in the Nahrin Desert, and this was the first time.
No one knew who were these cavalries and where they came from.
The current situation was unclear.
Since they did not know whether they were friends or enemies, five Sarrandian Horsemen moved forward cautiously.
They held three-meter-long lances in their hands, they lightly tapped their horse and slowly urged the horse to step in front of Kant. They stared coldly at the cavalries approaching by horses from afar.
The ten desert bandits also urged their horses to stand on Kant's sides. Each of them held their two-meter-long spears tightly.
However, as they got closer.
Kant furrowed his brow because he saw that cavalries were actually chasing the rider at the front.
He slightly narrowed his eyes.
The rider in Kant's eyesight was getting closer and closer. He slowly said, "A woman. "
"It is a woman. "