651 Nobody Dares Ride on the Black Donkey (2/2)

The black donkey squawked twice and the eight horses in front of the chariot looked up, ready to leave.

Just as Ning Que was about to speak, black crows stopped on the horse carriage could bear no longer and began squawking happily.

The black donkey grew furious. It thought to itself – it did not matter whether they were crows formed by Yama or Haotian – they were too disrespectful to squawk like it! It squawked angrily in response.

The black crows did not truly exist. Ning Que could kill them neither with arrows nor talismans. But when they heard the black donkey squawk, they immediately felt dizzy, fearful and did not dare make another sound.

Ning Que followed beside the chariot as it began to move. He yelled, ”It's not easy for us to meet! At least say something. I could be considered Youngest Uncle's disciple and I'm the only one who knows about the Great Spirit. Accordingly, his legacy belongs to me. If you continue like this, I won't show you any politeness.”

The black donkey bared its belly and looked at the sky, looking bored and ignoring Ning Que completely.

Being ignored was one of the greatest humiliations one could endure.

Ning Que grew more and more embarrassed and asked, ”How can I find you in the future?”

The black donkey did not react.

Ning Que continued, ”Don't you want to return to the Academy? Headmaster and the old yellow bull are still alive. Eldest Brother and Second Brother are no longer kids. I'm sure they miss you.”

The black donkey looked hesitant. It turned to Ning Que and after a moment of silence, its lips parted to reveal a mouthful of white teeth as though it were grinning. Then, it bellowed once, moved its front left hoof back and pointed its right towards the north.

The wild herd resting on the meadow looked up without hesitation when they heard the donkey's call. They abandoned the first mouthful of tender grass they had encountered in more than ten days, gathered into groups and started running.

Smoke and dust rose. The hooves of horses were as loud as thunder. Wild horses dominated the Wilderness as they began to move at high speed. Surprisingly, there was no confusion, only a great deal of discipline – just like an army.

Earlier, Ning Que had found black donkey's action of folding a hoof and extending the other rather funny. However, when he witnessed the shocking scene of thousands of horses running, he suddenly felt that the black donkey was like a powerful general, extending its right arm and directing its army towards their conquest.

Wild horses rushed off and dust gradually settled. Ning Que stood on the meadow silently, looking at the black dots in the distance and at that broken chariot.

After a long while, he muttered to himself, ”I'm never going to eat barbequed donkey meat again.”

Ning Que vaguely understood that the black donkey was the team leader of those wild horses. It had led tens of thousands of wild horses through the swamp and the northern Wilderness, to chase after water and grass.

Places that herdsmen and cavalry cannot reach belonged to them. The true path of legend that herdsmen spoke of might have been made by the wild horses over the past decades, as they stepped through the quagmire.

As for the battle between Ye Hongyu and himself, just as they were about to decide the victor and just as he was likely about to die, the black donkey had led its team by... There were no coincidences in this world. The black donkey had the intention of saving him and had brought him away from the swamp.

”But why was it a chariot pulled by eight horses? Why was it so specific?”

He looked at the herd, moving like a shadow and asked subconsciously.

Sangsang peered out of the window and looked at the herd in the distance, and at the dust billowing behind them. She asked, ”Could it be that Youngest Uncle and Headmaster liked to use the 'Eight Horses' in their drinking games?”

”Perhaps?”

Ning Que got in the horse carriage and turned to look at the wild herd, moving farther and farther away. He thought to himself that Youngest Uncle had spent his life pursuing freedom. The life that the black donkey was leading was dream coming true, so why would he have to feel sad for it?

Under the boundless sky, on the vast plain, when wind blows and grass bends, cows and sheep could be seen.

It was spring and the grass had not yet grown tall. As the breeze would go by, the green grass would bend slightly and spring back up again. Even when the grass stood tall, it could not hide the sheep which were scattered in the meadow like clouds.

The black horse carriage left Yuelun and crossed the swamp before reaching the Wilderness where Golden Palace was based.

Golden Palace was a nation, almost forgotten by the countries in Central Plains – except for the Tangs.

Ning Que was in the army of the City of Wei. He was part of the northern border army of the Tang Empire. Having gathered firewood at Shubi Lake for many years, he was very familiar with Golden Palace and this part of the Wilderness.

Black horse carriage traveled through the unpopulated meadows silently.

Like a black cloud.