Before Liszt could order his men to search for dragonhorses, Gort, who was in charge of changing the alfalfa in the dairy farm, rushed to the castle early in the morning.
"Liszt, good news! Our newly planted alfalfa has sprouted and is growing well. Most importantly, a wild horse had been lured over from an unknown place to eat the alfalfa. That wild horse is very spirited. Oh, it's even taller and more majestic than your fiery dragon horse! "
"Call Teacher Markus. Let's go to the dairy farm to take a look at this wild horse. After eating the alfalfa, it has to sell itself in exchange for food expenses, right?"
"That's right, its food expenses are its own, haha."
Everything in the territory belonged to the lord. Without a doubt, this wild horse was Liszt's private property.
The group quickly arrived at the dairy farm. Sure enough, they saw a black wild horse leisurely eating the newly sprouted alfalfa on the pasture that should have belonged to the cows. This wild horse was tall, its fur was shiny, and its body was majestic. One could clearly see that its muscles were in a state of distinct lines.
"Teacher Markus, you are an expert in identifying horses. What do you think of this wild horse?"
Wildhorse had already discovered Liszt and the others, but it seemed to be very bold. Seeing that Liszt and the others did not come close, it lowered its head and leisurely ate the grass.
Markus's eyes lit up and he said excitedly, "My lord, what a fine horse! The bones were thin, but the frame was big. The bulging muscles were beautiful, the limbs were long, and the Achilles tendon was also very long. The neck should be long and straight, slanted forward, and the buttocks should be square. The color of its fur is also very bright, which means that it has no disease. Most importantly, its eyes are very sharp! "
"How does it compare to the Blue Blooded Horse?"
"I'm sorry, sir, I've never seen a Blue Blood Horse. The best horse I've seen is the Count's Black Leopard. It's said that it has the bloodline of the World of Warcraft's Dry Wood Leopard. But the Mastiff is far inferior to this wild horse. "
A horse with a white forehead is called a dí.
The Mastiff was the mount of the Earl Of Coral Island, so Liszt was naturally familiar with it.
The black wild horse in front of him had an aura that far surpassed that of a black panther. After all, dragons were the most sacred animals, and dragon horses were the kings of horses.
"How do we catch it?"
Markus said, "I can overturn it with my bare hands. After all, it's just a horse. However, if you want it to be your mount, then you have to subdue it yourself. Wild horses will only yield to people who can subdue them."
Liszt did not want to tame the Dragonstalk as his mount. He hoped that the Dragonstalk would become a true stallion and breed a Dragonstalk clan for him.
However, taming a wild dragon-breed horse was an interesting matter. Liszt did not let Markus do it for him.
He walked up to the Mustang himself.
When he approached, the grass-eating Mustang immediately became alert. It turned around and glared fiercely at Liszt, as if warning Liszt not to cross the line.
When Liszt got closer and closer, the Mustang finally lost its patience and directly bit at Liszt.
His body twisted, and his good horsemanship allowed Liszt to instantly turn around and ride on the Mustang's back. The Mustang felt great humiliation after being ridden by someone. It frantically shook its body and jumped around, trying to throw Liszt off. However, Liszt held its neck, and his body was bursting with fighting energy. He was not moved at all.
The Earth Knight could fight against a real World of Warcraft, let alone a horse.
Half an hour later, the Mustang, tired from tossing and turning, finally stopped. It panted and let Liszt ride it, directing it to the left and right.
Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Liszt laughed: "What a stubborn big fellow. Its fur is pure black, without a single strand of mixed hair. I might as well call you Blackdragon. "
The pure black horse was called Black (Black).
Coupled with its meager dragon bloodline, the name Blackdragon was very fitting.
"Carl, bring me some wheat bran biscuits." Liszt dismounted. Although taming a Mustang wasn't too difficult, it was really tiring. He was already sweating all over.
At this time, Fierydragon also came over. It was a young mare.
While rubbing against Liszt's shoulder, it opened its eyes wide and looked at the tall Blackdragon at the side. However, Blackdragon simply didn't look straight at Fierydragon. It still held its head high and didn't try to curry favor with Liszt. It still retained a trace of unruliness.
Even when Liszt took the wheat bran biscuits and fed it, it still didn't show any affection.
"Sir, Blackdragon is an adult horse. If it is to be fed as a warhorse, then it would be best to abort it so as to avoid losing weight." Markus said.
"Abort?" Liszt waved his hand, "That won't do. I have already decided to use Blackdragon as a stallion to breed a herd of horses for the Flower Town. It would be a huge loss if such an extraordinary horse couldn't reproduce. "
"So it wants to be a stallion." Markus nodded, approving of the decision.
Even if he didn't know that Blackdragon was a Mustang, he could still see that it was extraordinary. It would be a pity to abort such a horse.
Blackdragon, who didn't know that it had escaped a calamity, ate the wheat bran biscuits and recovered its initial contentment.
Occasionally, it would nibble on the alfalfa on the ground.
Gort wanted to step forward and stroke it, but was startled by Blackdragon's snort. He had no choice but to stiffly change the subject: "Where did Blackdragon come from? Did it come from the Thorns Ridge?"
"Perhaps there are still Blackdragon in the Thorns Ridge … there are wild horses on the island. Now that I think about it, it is really strange." Markus guessed.
The living environment of horses was usually the prairie.
The Coral Island didn't have enough prairies for wild horses to live in. It wasn't very realistic to naturally breed wild horses.
"Perhaps it drifted over from somewhere else, or perhaps it was a horse raised by the island's residents that became wild. In short, it couldn't have appeared out of thin air. Besides, Liszt, I think that in a few days, Blackdragon might come out of the Thorns Ridge. At that time, a Blackdragon Horse herd would really be formed. "
"That would be for the best."
Liszt was also puzzled.
He didn't know if he believed that Blackdragon lived on this land, or if there was some kind of existence behind the smoke mission that forcibly fabricated a Blackdragon. He was inclined to believe that Blackdragon lived here, and that the smoke mission was just a trigger mechanism rather than a rigid creation.
As for what the smoke mission was, there was no way to solve it for the time being.
He could only restrain himself and slowly answer it in the future.
He looked at the new tender alfalfa, which formed a very beautiful grassland. Suddenly, he thought of the wasteland outside the castle: "Teacher Gort, how about we plant alfalfa on the wasteland around the castle? We can build a horse farm outside the castle and raise the Blackdragon Horse herd. "
"Oh, it should be feasible. Why don't we give it a try?"
"Then I'll leave it to Teacher Gort."
… …
Liszt rode Blackdragon back to the castle.
Gort and Markus were also preparing to return. On the way, Gort suddenly asked: "Markus, you are now calling Liszt Sir?"
"Yes."
"It's not like you to make a decision so quickly."
"I don't have many choices, Mr. Gort." Markus gazed into the distance. The short castle was bathed in the sunlight, shining brightly, "Besides, didn't you often say that he has the demeanor of a Sir Count? I believe that he won't stay dormant in a remote place like the Flower Town forever."
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