"Let's give chase!"
Zong Shen pointed at the way down the mountain!
The old traveling horse was a large animal after all, and it would leave a very obvious hoofprint on such a mountain road.
At the same time, Zong Shen began to call out the strategy guide in his heart.
"I need to find my horse. Please guide me."
"(Follow the arrow.)"
"(A drunk dwarf stole your horse. You have to be careful. That fellow is very strong.)"
A golden arrow appeared in Zong Shen's vision.
Similarly, it pointed down the mountain.
Zong Shen did not dawdle. He dragged Iron Pole and started running.
They chased down the mountain.
As they ran, the advantage in speed that Iron Pole had was revealed.
After blending into the shadows, his speed was astonishing. Like a black shadow, he moved quickly under the shade of the trees.
The duo ran down the mountain.
In front of them was a burial ground and a wide grass field.
