The mountain roads are actually a bit rugged, and the mountainous areas of bruja are much better.

One side of the mountain road is close to the rock wall, and the other side is a cliff.

Roger looked down and saw a stream flowing in the valley forty or fifty meters deep.

The cliff is very straight, and Roger estimates the slope is more than 70 degrees.

Maizellan, who was leading the way in front, suddenly shouted:

"The landslide, there is a landslide ahead, and the road collapses."

"Can you still leave?"

"It should be able to leave."

When Roger rode over, he saw half of the road ahead collapsed.

The gravel formed a slope, which was very steep, reaching the ravine below.

The road is still halfway behind the rock wall.

Magellan tried and walked over carefully with the horse.

He shouted from the opposite side: "If there are many people, the road may collapse again."

A guard knight walked over with his horse.

Then another one.

Roger didn't think it was very difficult.

Roger knew that the landslide mountain roads would collapse again as more people walked by, the more likely they would collapse again.

He didn't rush to dismount, he asked Miledi to leave first.

He said generously: "ladyfirst, you go first."

Roger was burping, and his whole body was still exuding a heroic spirit.

He felt that he was very graceful when he spoke just now.

He felt that even if he stood on the sinking Titanic, he could calmly carry champagne, dyfirst, and watch the women and children leave with all their lifeboats.

Roger suddenly wanted to drink.

He saw Miledi walking slowly with his horse, just approaching the half-decayed road.

So Roger picked up the wine bag hanging on the saddle with his left hand and opened the cork in the mouth of the bag with his right hand.

He raised his pouch to a level with his mouth.

He pinched the skin and wine bag with his right hand and tried hard.

A line of wine spurted out of the pouch's mouth and shot straight into Roger's slightly opened mouth.

Then, he stopped exerting force with his right hand and shook his left hand, so the wine line suddenly stopped.

Roger shut his mouth and swallowed the wine in one sip.

His movements were done in one go.

He drank happily.

At that time, Roger was in San Diego and saw the pilgrim from Pamplona drinking like this.

He thought drinking like this was hygienic and cool.

Roger saw the guards beside him looking at him.

The big guy named Henk was licking his lips.

So Roger generously handed him the wine bag.

"Come on, take a sip."

The big guy, Henk, was not pretentious, took the wine bag and drank like Roger.

But Henk's movements were not standard, and the wine line rushed upwards and straightened his eyes.

So Henk was so excited that he closed his eyes.

This stupid right hand didn't stop pinching the wine bag hard, but just raised his head and opened his mouth to reach the wine line.

As a result, the wine shot into his nostrils.

Roger immediately patted his thighs "hahaha" and he smiled so hard.

The stupid and slightly turned their heads to avoid the wine line.

He rescued his nostril, which was filled with wine, but sent another nostril to the front of the wine line.

So the wine poured into his other nostril.

Roger smiled so hard that he leaned back and forth.

His palm slapped the horse's neck hard without paying attention.

The war horse rushed out without hesitation.

Roger's scalp tightened.

A layer of cold sweat broke out on his back.

He looked at the war horse as if he wanted to jump over the broken opening.

He knew this was impossible, and the running distance was too short.

Years of experience in riding horses made him know that it was too late to tie the reins.

Inertia will cause him to fall down the cliff with his horse.

Roger shrank his feet without hesitation and took off his kicks.

He pushed his palms on the saddle and he soared into the air.

He saw the war horse jumping up on the edge of the broken mouth.

The place where the horseshoe was trampled hard immediately broke.

The stones splashed like pear blossoms and fell down like rainstorms.

Roger soared in the air.

He saw the war horses rising into the air getting farther and farther away from him.

But in the corner of his eyes, the rock wall next to him was flying backwards.

He saw Miledi turn around, his eyes widened and his mouth opened.

He landed on the ground, stepped on the gravel, and staggered.

He watched the war horse leapt over the collapsed section of the road, and the horseshoe stepped on the edge of the road opposite.

Inertia made Roger continue to take a few steps forward.

He saw the edge of the road opposite being shattered by horseshoes.

He saw the war horse fall down, and the horse's head hit the edge of the road and bounce back, flying with a piece of gravel.

Roger stopped.

He stepped on the edge of the newly cracked fracture with the last step.

Roger felt like he stepped on a small wooden board floating on the water.

That edge couldn't bear Roger's weight.

It shattered.

Roger slid down the cliff.

He twisted his waist and turned around.

In his vision, Miledi's face was approaching quickly.

He heard a "rattle" sound behind him as if the faucet was turned on.

He saw that stupid and washed his face with wine with his eyes closed.

He saw that the other guards had dismounted and ran towards him.

The cliff then flew up to cover his sight.

Roger bent his knees against the cliff and attempted to slow down.

This action just brought more gravel and accompanied him down.

Roger held up his shoulders and grabbed a protruding rock.

The sharp edges of the rock instantly slashed through his palm.

Roger didn't have time to feel pain.

He watched the rock he grabbed crack under his pull.
To be continued...