Mateo Miller was in a panic!
Caught off guard!
The warhorse arrived silently and without warning!
He hastily dodged, but his right leg was still trampled by the horse's hoof!
Blood stained his pants red, with bone fragments faintly piercing through the fabric, mingling with the blood.
But in the end, he survived.
Despite everything, Mateo Miller, an instructor at the academy, endured the excruciating pain and stood up on one leg!
The knife in his hand was stuck in the snow, struggling to maintain his balance.
"Big brother!"
After a brief distraction, the assassins quickly rushed over to support Mateo Miller!
At the same time, they raised their long knives, warily watching the two people and the horse in front of them!
"Did you see?" Julius Reed pointed at Mateo Miller, leaning in to whisper to Baylor Davenport, smiling: "You should be quite familiar with this person."
Without him saying so, Baylor Davenport had already noticed Mateo Miller.
