Chapter 130: The Gate of the City

Of course, not everyone's gaze was nice. A mount wolf was the signature mount of a wolf rider. Many people were afraid of it, especially those who had family members who died at the hands of a wolf rider.

However, no one was dared come out and block Abel's way. Everyone knew, a Knight who could possess a mount like this, carelessly riding it out on bright daylight, must have an unimaginable status.

Black Wind was only jogging, but it was still fast. The natural scent of these mount wolves could often make ordinary horses faint. War horses were often a lot stronger, but since Black Wind had reached the rank of a soul beast, they would still get very nervous when the smelled the scent of Black Wind--even if Black Wind was not targeting them.