"Master, these people are tearing each other apart. We'll send them off in the end." Kyle watched the bloody slaughter in the valley with excitement, gripping his Knight Sword as he itched to join the battle.
"That's right. The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind it. I'm not that generous." Velin stared at the blood-soaked scene, a cold gleam in his eyes. Those who had tried to ambush him would not be easily spared.
Half an hour later, a steady stream of reinforcements joined the battlefield, leaving Velin and Kyle increasingly bewildered.
"Good grief, these people actually have reserve troops. How underhanded."
"Three groups of scheming bastards."
Seeing this, Velin could only extinguish his thoughts of revenge and quickly leave with Kyle.
The scale of the melee was growing larger and larger. He feared that one careless move would drag him into it.
"Master, where are we going next?" Back at the camp, Kyle untied the Red Phosphorus Horse and Azure Purple Horse before asking Velin.
Listening to the fighting in the distance, an idea sprang into Velin's mind. "Let's go. We'll disguise ourselves and return to Kandela."
"Yes."
Kyle chose to obey his master's decision.
After leaving the area, the two arrived at a village, bought some clothes, gathered some paint, and went to a small river to disguise themselves.
"Little Red, be good. Don't move."
Velin soothed his mount, telling it not to resist before using light gray paint to draw patterns across its body.
Half an hour later, the Red Phosphorus Horse looked at its reflection in the water and unhappily pawed the ground, wanting to jump into the river.
"Doesn't it look pretty good?"
Velin gripped the reins with one hand, keeping the Red Phosphorus Horse from moving.
"Master, leave it to me."