Ride and Cut

　　 Early the next morning, the sun hadn't come out yet, and the sky was gray. Even in summer, the early morning on the wasteland was a bit chilly, and the dew was so cold as the fingers brushed on the grass blades.

The aroma of 　　 cured meat stewed potatoes with onions pervades the alpine fort, and it spurs everyone's appetites. Even if the craftsmanship from the barbarians is rougher, there is no room for error in this classic combination.

Richard likes to use rye bread dipped in soup to eat. The mellow gravy can cover up the slightly unpleasant sour taste of brown bread. The soft and rotten bread is swallowed together with the warm stewed bacon, and the body after a long sleep is immediately awakened. The whole person also warmed up, and I couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief.

　　 After breakfast, the barbarians of Gaoshan Fort started to measure the wilderness with their legs step by step. The morning breeze is strong, and the half-high ryegrass are surging like waves, and the barbarians walking in it are like warriors from ancient times.

　　It didn't take long for Richard to gradually smell a strange smell that was different from the greenness of the vegetation. He moved on along the source of the smell, and soon found the goblin tribe described by Gunther, hiding in the grass pit to observe in secret.

　　 Goblins are recognized as a race with low intelligence and lazy nature. They lack creativity and mobility. These two factors make it difficult for them to carry out any construction. But as a human-shaped intelligent creature, the goblin does not lack the simple instinct to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages.

　　 Their settlement is located on a leeward slope. Numerous pits, large and small, were dug out on the originally flat ground, messy and disorderly, like pockmarks on human faces.

　　 These pits are their residences, covered with hay and dead branches, each with one to three goblins curled up inside, all of which are big and small. Some seem to be dead, and their bodies appear abnormally blue-gray. Those who are alive are not getting better, shiveringly hide in the pit and endure the early morning cold.

　　 Richard held his breath in silence, struggling to endure the stink of a cracked nose that penetrated into his soul. The body odor of the goblin is like swill that has been slurped for half a month, and the smell is also unspeakably greasy, which will bring physiological discomfort to most creatures.

　　 The sound of the team's actions on the grassland is hard to hide, and some green-skinned scorpions have already discovered the team of the Gaoshan Fort. Perhaps because of past experience, I don't think someone will be so boring to do something with them, and keep their heads down and continue to sleep in the pit, numb to the extreme.

　　 Richard suddenly became a little hesitant—maybe he will become a hero in the future, and some people will say not to look at that guy's current scenery. Back then, he moved the crowd and led a group of people to bully the goblins.

　　 "Boss, let's do it." Gunther hadn't thought about the obscure things, and even if he had thought about it, he didn't care at all. He still remembered that he hadn't eaten enough bacon and potatoes in the morning.

　　 "Quick battle and quick decision."

　　 As soon as the voice fell, strong and vigorous figures passed by on both sides of Richard's side, and as they proceeded, they quickly gathered into two rows of long spears, like two city walls, advancing in their respective directions.

　　 The system blessing the barbarians is an overall improvement in the true sense.

　　 They were originally hunters wandering the Arctic Icefields, fighting against the barren environment and fighting fierce tigers and bears. The cold and violent snow has honed them and created them. They are robust, agile, and fierce. Every adult highland barbarian hunter can easily knock down three Pompeii warriors!

　　 But what about it, war is never singled out on the street. What if it is one hundred to one hundred? The draw is already the best ending. Expanding the scale to one thousand to one thousand, it is bound to be the highland barbarians who swallow the bitterness of defeat. And once it develops into a battle with a 10,000-strong army, the result can only be a one-sided defeat!

Compared with the real professional sergeant, the biggest difference between the grass team and the real professional sergeant has never been muscles and martial skills, but the discipline and queuing ability required for team combat, which determines whether they are scattered or can clenched into a fist.

　　 Richard is very pleased-it is definitely an elite privilege to be able to line up on his own without directing in the charge, but now the barbarians can do it. There is no doubt about their strength and martial skills, after making up for this shortcoming, the future will be boundless.

　　 The goblin who was still immersed in his sleep and did not want to wake up was immediately mercilessly slaughtered.

　　The barbarians habitually use spears to open the way, and the huge power can even directly fly upside down with the thin goblins. The goblin who was hit didn't need to worry about the insignificant problem of the amount of bleeding, because half of the chest cavity was the slightest injury.

　　 The goblins who were lucky to survive the first wave of offensive had not had time to wake up completely from their sleep, and they ushered in the stabs of the barbarians. Compared with those of the same race who are wailing and struggling on the verge of death, they are obviously extremely lucky, and they have fallen into the deepest sleep before they feel the pain!

　　 This is an extremely cowardly creature, whose courage is limited to robbing a single peasant, and the blood of the same clan is enough to quickly collapse them. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com Very few of those who did not wake up were still waving rocks and sticks to resist, but most of the goblins started screaming and running around.

　　 The thick nasal mucus mixed with tears dripped from the exaggerated facial features, and he pulled out a long silk thread, which made Richard feel sick. The half-person tall grass nest can surpass the heads of these green-skinned dwarfs, providing them with perfect cover, and disappear without a trace as soon as they turn their heads.

　　 "Ok!" Suddenly a loud shout came from the bank of the river, which shook everywhere. The volume is huge and low, not at all like that of a lean body.

　　 As we all know, the collapse of goblins is usually an irreversible process, and once it starts, there is almost no way to end it. This roar is not an exaggeration in a sense, and it succeeded in reinvigorating their morale, which had fallen to the extreme.

　　 "Ouke! Ouke! Ouke!" The bewildered green dwarfs suddenly found the backbone and began to fight back with crappy weapons.

　　 It's a pity that an egg can never touch a rock. This cannot be changed by being brave. Their strength is negligible, and their attacks can't break the leather armor.

　　 In front of the barbarians happily brandishing their spears, the goblins look like poor praying mantises hard pressed under the wheels, taking turns to be judged by the carriage.

　　 In the cave on the tidal flat by the river, a particularly tall figure suddenly jumped out.

　　 This is a goblin who is even bigger than the barbarians, and his muscles are knotted and full of power. The hands and feet are thinly wrapped with gray cloth strips like a boxing apprentice in the south, and each hand holds a double-edged battle axe that is not light at all.

　　 What is even more eye-catching is that there are actually two curved horns of thumb thickness on each of the left and right foreheads, which pierce the sky along the curvature of the top of the skull.

　　 "Hey, I'm still a dragon vein goblin."