Why is this guy's horse still so energetic?

He swallowed quietly, and turned to look at his companion, "Jelo, the plan has changed, we have to speed up ahead of time."

Hearing this, Gero smiled, "Then let's compete, Jonny, let's see which of us catches up with Jon first."

forward!

forward!

forward!

Pocklock and Huang Pima are in better and better condition.

The wind whistled by.

He had seen the backs of two leading players.

Just as Pocklock was about to catch up with him, a voice suddenly rang in his ear, "There is a wood in front of the left, that's the shortcut, go, Pocklock, one in five billion lucky one, if it were you, there would be no problem."

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Who is talking!" Pocklock was startled.

"Come on, Pocklock, your luck is unmatched."

Pocklock:???

never mind.

I can't care so much for the time being.

Pocklock pulled the reins and drove his horse to the shortcuts of the woods.

When Joni and Gero met, they had to grit their teeth and follow.

Enter the woods.

The low branches and shrubs caused them a lot of trouble.

Fortunately, Gerald and Joni's riding skills are amazing and have amazing skills. With all his concentration, they don't cause much problem.

Look at Pocklock again.

Good guy.

Emperor Ou found that he could not rely on his own judgment to travel through the woods, so he simply closed his eyes and made his heart aside, and lay on the horse's back, leaving it to fate.

Geral and Joni:(O_O)?

This is OK too?

As it turns out.

OK.

And it's very good!

A flash of light flashed in the yellow horse's eyes.

Under the gaze of Geral and Joni, the horse actually used the "lightning running method".

Without a pause, it rushed left and right, and in the blink of an eye it broke through the interception of the branches and shrubs, and rushed out of the woods first.

That's outrageous!

"Um?"

Diego, who was riding with Jon, turned his head over and over.

But a yellow horse was blowing out from the side slope.

He was so scared that he quickly slowed down.

Jon thought about it, and the dark horse under his crotch suddenly "televisioned" thirty centimeters, and he avoided "justice from heaven".

"Hahahaha." Back to the flat track, Pocklock was very happy, "I am indeed the chosen one!"

The moment the speech fell, behind the three people, two fast horses, one chestnut and one reed, jumped out of the slope.

So far.

The first echelon was officially formed.

First place, Jon Joesta.

Second place, Pocklock

Third place, Diego Blando

Fourth place, Jelo Chiberin

Fifth place, Joni Josteha

At this time, the church at the end of "STAGE 1" is only 4,000 meters away!

"Poor ghost!"

Diego had a blue face and felt so angry.

Jon Joesta is fine.

After all, I may be my own funder in the future...

But, you black boy, who is the one who dares to run ahead of me!

Diego suddenly accelerated without any concern about the "downhill section" ahead.

He has great confidence in his horse.

He has more confidence in his riding skills.

After adjustments of thousands of meters, at this time, both the horse's physical strength and his personal state had reached its peak.

Then there is nothing to say.

rush!

Diego took the lead.

He easily surpassed the layman Pocklock and once again went hand in hand with Jon.

Pocklock licked his slightly dry lips.

At this moment, the mysterious voice appeared again.

"Relax, Pocklock, there is no need to be nervous. Victory is a certain fact. As long as you participate, you will definitely get wonderful results. If you have a boring ranking, let them compete for it. You have a "cow" to use."

ox?

Pocklock was very puzzled.

What awesome?

‘Sigh Lu!’

Just thinking.

His yellow horse accidentally stepped on a cow corpse that was almost dry.

Just like skiing.

Pocklock slid downwards with his men and horses.

Joni and Geralt's expressions were extremely stiff when witnessing all this.

Thousands of words are summed up in one sentence.

What the fuck ?!

"What!"

Not only Joni and Gerald, but also Diego discovered something was wrong.

Looking back.

‘Hiss~’

He gasped.

Such tactics are simply heard!

Who can tell him why there is a cattle corpse on the downhill ramp?

Don't ask.

Asking is the love of fate.

Jon is not surprised.

Not to mention one in five billion lucky ones.

He has dealt with even one in seven billion destiny.

(Father Puchi: You scold me again!)

With a horse's belly, he blocked Pocklock's path to the forefront with great force.
To be continued...