Ride and Cut

"Why is no one slipping?" Lord Lord held the mirror tube and patrolled the wall back and forth, which was puzzling.

He had originally expected that so many Skaldi dragons appeared on the scene, and a group of little soldiers with two heads on their shoulders would not be able to pee their pants and run away immediately. Then you can show off with Bust and Bedrick, my alpine castle is invincible!

But no, it's like a group of **** who have eaten the weights. Those who should put arrows should put arrows and those who hold shields. They don't even mean to move their buttocks.

Richard's gaze finally stayed on a very abrupt shield wall. He felt that there must be a high official behind, and quietly gestured to the short artificial soldier.

It's a pity that the other party is also very alert, seeing the movement of the bed crossbow, the backing wall and the crowd suddenly scattered. The lord was so angry that he raised his leg and kicked Nehru who was passing by, "What are you doing with a hat!"

The kobold sat in the cold mud, blinked his eyes twice, and silently took off his felt hat.

"Maybe the infantry is the main one." After all, Booth has rich experience, but he accidentally hit the point. "We have too many cavalry, and they can't run away, so we can only defend."

Bedrick bent over to pull Nehru up, and put the felt hat back on his head easily.

"Then let's discuss how to fight." Booth reached out and dusted the feathers on the top of his helmet.

"Does this still need to be discussed?" Richard looked inexplicable, "The ground line dragon headed up and rushed to knock the wall down and open the way. The infantry followed to expand the results, and the light cavalry chased and killed the deserter, isn't it over?"

"In theory, this process is more reasonable." Buster gave Richard and Bedrick a glance, "But have you ever fought a siege?"

Naturally, they can only get two faces at a loss. One of these two people is a small lord and the other is a crown prince. How could it be possible that half of these people have participated in the siege before.

This result made Buster very satisfied. He clenched a fist with his right hand and smashed it into the palm of his left hand. "Sitting a city is a meticulous job, not as simple as it seems. Since you are all inexperienced, why don't you give it all?"

Lord Lord reacted quickly, looking at Bust's tough and upright face, there were a lot of thoughts about this stuff.

Any experience or inexperience is obviously a guise. It is true that you want to make a war for yourself. Of course, the less other people participate, the better.

"Okay." Richard agreed. He was not ready to join the bureaucratic system for promotion anyway. It didn't matter to send a favor.

"Let my tiger guards be together." Even Bedrick thought he was sympathetic to his inexperience, and said sincerely: "This kind of battlefield is suitable for them."

Buster nodded helplessly.

Thousands of infantry began to prepare for the attack. Although the strength of the offensive and defensive sides was a bit shabby, it was the first time the Lord Lord witnessed the attack. Simply let Nehru help the handle, and fireball five rounds in succession, blasting a gap nearly five yards wide in the wall.

After the fireball was released, Richard knew it in his mind-ten percent of the opponent didn't even have a single element user, otherwise it would never be possible to allow the wall to be destroyed so easily, and he would have to try to intercept it.

"It would be nice if it was wider." Bedrick looked at the gap, feeling that at most he could only accommodate two tiger guards side by side.

"I'll do it." The Grand Ling priest reached out and grabbed the badge hanging on his neck, and the ice blue light leaked from his fingers.

After a short chant, he actually summoned a two-edged snowball, slowly accelerating from a standstill, and rolling toward the wall like a chariot.

This middle-aged priest didn't have a few hairs on his head, but his strength was very good, and he was fundamentally different from Nehru. The abundant and pure elements made the snowball crash into a snow pile after it hits the wall, and then it slowly turned into a mass of nothingness and disappeared into the air.

And that gap was also extended to more than ten yards.

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"They're attacking." Baron Capet sat on the roof of a room behind the wall, his vision wide enough to see the entire battle. The enemy showed a standard tactic with no bright spots but no shortcomings.

"Two thousand four to two thousand six hundred people, uncle, how do we deal with it?" It was Capet's attendant and his little nephew, trainee knight Fontaine.

"The Pompeii Barbarian will attack from there, no doubt." Capet pointed at the gap in the wall with his whip. "All the infantry are ready to line up to fight, and the archers are shooting arrows on the sides and rear. Assemble half of the knights. As a reserve team, the situation is unfavorable and ready to support at any time."

"You go and pass the order." Capet patted Fontaine on the shoulder, and added when he showed a hint of excitement on the latter's face: "But you must come back as soon as you pass it."

"Okay." Fang Dan's face collapsed suddenly.

"Your nephew doesn't seem to understand what is going on in the war." There is a strong man next to Cape, with a coquettish red mandala flower tattooed on his bare head, and he is shaking his head as he watched Fang Dan's back gradually go away. laugh.

"Yes." Capet sighed, turning into a white mist in the cold air and quickly disappearing. The careless little nephew, maybe he will start to mature when he no longer calls himself "uncle" but "adult" in the army.

"Do we need to be dispatched now?" The brawny man broke off his two finger knuckles, croaked, and his face showed a bloodthirsty and cruel expression.

In the snowy mountains in the far north of Stuart, in a secret mining area without a name, a magic gem called Sodava Black Crystal is produced.

Sodava black crystal has excellent natural characteristics, and a little refinement can produce the famous magic equipment "Magic Stone of Destiny". Relying on the occasional Sodava black crystal, Stuart is like a poor man who saves his wife, accumulating a considerable number of magic stones of destiny.

The use of this magic stone is very simple and rude-if the heart of a living person is dug out and filled with the magic stone of destiny before he completely dies, the magic stone will operate instead of the heart. Those who resurrected from the dying will be gifted by the magic stone, and then gain the ability to manipulate their own blood.

The strange thing about this magic stone being named Fate is that although every receptor can manipulate blood without exception, its strength is completely random. It is possible that the combat power is good, and it is more likely that it is useless ~ www.readwn.com ~ can not penetrate even a piece of straw paper, just like fate is impermanent.

Limited by the low output of Sodava Black Crystal, the Destiny Magic Stone is an important material that must never be wasted.

Contradiction between waste and random characteristics is not allowed, and Stuart's solution is very straightforward, that is, to prepare multiple receptors for each magic stone. If the previous receptor is too weak, kill it directly, take out the magic stone and fill it with the next one, until there is an individual above the level line-this probability is still less than one in ten.

Qualified magic stone receptors are the top arms that Stuart has mastered, and are called blood knights. Not only because of the power to control the blood, but also because of the countless blood hidden behind the birth process.

Because the death rate is so high, the blood knights are almost all of the cheapest slaves. Unfortunately, this does not mean that their lives have ushered in a turning point.

Because-the magic stone will be deprived of most of the receptor's senses as a human! Since then, their tongues can't taste salty and sour, and their eyes can only see black and white, leaving the guy intact but no different from being castrated.

Only the urge to kill will never go out in the bottom of my heart!