Pioneer Lord: Starting From Daily Intelligence

But in reality, with Hilude’s meticulous nature, after hearing the prophecy made up by Demster, she decisively and wisely decided to make an appearance in the manner of the prophecy. Otherwise, how could she have deliberately activated the Divine General state? This is an ability that, once activated, is very difficult to activate again.

And indeed, this scene, as if the prophecy had come true, scared Drake, leaving his foolish mind no room for much thought. He immediately chose to break through with speed to avoid facing a real death consequence.

Otherwise, defeating such a high tier Divine Chosen level Giant Dragon, especially a Red Dragon famed for its combat prowess, would be incredibly difficult.

This was clearly a victory of wisdom and tactics, perfectly in line with the characteristics of the Fiery Sun Goddess believers.

However, it’s completely incongruent with the legendary image of Mole’s Knight. The sight of Demster already running off in a puff of smoke down below seemed somewhat comical and unreliable, don’t you think?

Could it be that every Mole Knight has an unusually deranged mental state? Su Li couldn’t help but think of that Mole Knight in the territory who engaged in divine debate with the Dawn Nun. Who would normally come up with such bizarre questions—Does the rebirth of crops in the field count as a form of Undead Resurrection Technique?

Su Li patted the neck of Death’s Claw, urging it to catch up with the distant Demster.

In just a moment, Demster, whose figure was nearly lost from sight, was caught up by the group once again.

This guy, hearing the intense swooshing sounds of flight behind him, was terrified. Seeing it was Su Li and the others, he breathed a sigh of relief, but still had no intention of stopping until after running for more than three hours. When the Swan Knights were nearly exhausted, he finally halted.

The big guy wearing plate armor lifted his visor, revealing a big bald head, then jumped off his horse and enviously circled Death’s Claw two or three times, saying to Su Li, ”Griffin’s still superior, catching up with me and... Ow! Stop kicking, stop kicking! I misspoke! My treasure, you are the most majestic, most magnificent advanced mount in the world, no griffin or dragon compares to you by a single hair!”

Su Li and all the knights were dumbstruck, looking at the knight chased and kicked by his horse’s hind hooves. Even Hilude widened her eyes in disbelief at the scene in front of her.

Just momentarily, as Demster’s words of praise for the Griffin had barely finished, his entirely black warhorse let out an angry whinny. Its sleek mane stood up like steel needles, and its large iron-shod hooves scraped the ground fiercely, actually leaving four white streaks on the ground. Before anyone could react, this magnificent steed suddenly bucked on the spot, its rear hooves, wrapped in a gust of wind, directly aimed at its owner’s shiny bald head.

Amid Demster’s screams, the horse’s rear hooves precisely kicked the raven-shaped helmet. Demster staggered back from the ”double wind in the ears,” with two shallow horseshoe-shaped dents prominently on his gold-rimmed plate armor.

At this moment, the two-meter-tall man resembled a rabbit being chased by a hunting hound, running around hugging his head. The horse relentlessly pursued, its iron hooves thumping on the owner’s buttocks, each kick accompanied by the metallic twang akin to a blacksmith forging an anvil.

The funniest part was whenever Demster tried to mount the horse, the spiritual mount would suddenly rear up, its front hooves pawing the air like an angry bull. The poor bald knight, just about to grasp the saddle, would be thrown to the ground, rolling and scrambling to dodge the oncoming flurry of kicks. His shiny forehead was covered in grass bits, his cloak torn into shreds by the hooves, like a straw man battered by a storm.

”Goddess above...” The Swan Knights bit their lips hard, their faces flushed from holding back laughter. The longsword in Hilude’s hands trembled, sunlight refracting chaotically off the blade onto the ground. Even Death’s Claw retracted its claws, its golden eyes dancing with a human-like amused glint.

The entire canyon echoed with the sound of metal clashing, horse hooves hitting, and the knight’s distorted pleas for mercy: ”Gentle! Gentle! This is ancestral honor plate armor!”

When the horse finally, proudly, turned its head, spraying two bursts of white air from its nostrils, Demster’s armor was densely covered with dents. Wearing a face full of horseshoe prints, he fawningly brushed the mane of his mount, resembling someone attending to an angry empress.

Suddenly, the horse flicked its tail, slapping across the owner’s face with a ”snap,” causing the onlookers to burst into laughter, startling countless birds into flight among the trees.

Su Li wiped tears of laughter from the corner of his eyes, his gilded armor jingling with his shaking shoulders: ”I now believe it really has a bigger temper than a Griffin. Lord Demster, you’ve truly shown me a Mole Knight that’s completely different from what I imagined.”

Demster wiped the dust off his nose and plucked grass from his beard, then asked, ”Lord Su Li, what did you think Mole Knights are like? All with stern faces, iron-blue complexion, like ravens escorting death? Oh, Divine Spirit above, this is your stereotype against us.”

”In fact, we Mole Knights are more hopeful than most knights in the world, just like the most famous Raven’s Song of ours—the ’Ballad of Hope’: We mourn for the warriors,

whether their talents come from theft or effort.

They rush forward with hope, for their dreams,

yet not knowing they were born in darkness.”

”If we weren’t a bit optimistic and full of hope, we’d be crushed by the darkness and death we encounter day and night!”

Raising an eyebrow, Su Li realized this might be the key to becoming a Mole Chosen One. ”So you really didn’t receive the Mole prophecy?”

”Nonsense! If I knew it was this dangerous, I wouldn’t have gone to trouble that dragon. This foolish Drake is exactly like my mount, a stubborn, obstinate donkey!”

What? His mount is actually a donkey?

Everyone gazed in amazement at his tall, majestic mount, unable to fathom that underneath the tough exterior was a donkey.

Yet, this donkey lifted its head proudly, with a content expression. In this world, stupidity is apparently never a derogatory term. Calling the Red Dragon a stupid donkey like it was only taken as a compliment, it no longer kicked at Demster.