Ride and Cut

"Actually committed suicide." Bedrick stood beside Capet's body and shook his head regretfully. Next to him, Booth hung an arm around his neck with a bandage, and he was slipping a piece of fiery-red embroidered gold silk cloth with his only good hand, smiling so hard that he could not see his face.

For a forward team with only five thousand in number, it is a feat worth blowing up in the tavern to break a Stuart integrated army and capture the flag. If a blood knight is added to the battle result, it can basically be inherited as a bragging asset to the grandson.

The only pity was that he was not able to capture even the legion commander himself, which was a little bit incomplete.

"Yeah." Richard casually dealt with it, anyone could see that his eyes were empty, and he was obviously absent-minded. But no one dared to disturb him easily, after all, this was a super strong general who led troops to defeat the blood knight.

No one knew that he was actually looking at the system panel, and two diametrically opposed emotions of joy and sorrow were fermenting in his heart at the same time.

After a battle, the names of twenty-six barbarian warriors and four centaur rangers were forever crossed out on the roster, which was the heaviest loss of Alpine Fort since its formation. You don't need statistics to know that most of them are caused by blood knights.

These brawny men with bare heads and arms left a very deep impression on Richard, with outstanding strength and varied styles of play. If it is not for the fact that the disadvantages are too severe in terms of numbers, it is difficult to tell what will happen.

Maybe it was going too smoothly along the way, he had to admit that he was a bit pretentious at first, and didn't look at the blood knight very much at all. As a result, he knew that there was such a ruthless role as soon as he fought, and swallowed a lesson firmly.

Thirty corpses of Alpine Fort soldiers turned into ashes and a plume of smoke that went up to Qingming as the bonfire ignited. Richard watched this scene in silence for a long time, but Hutt and Gunther took the initiative to offer comfort. For them, battle and death are part of life, and it is a rare honor to be able to die in a sufficiently dazzling battle.

Grand Ling presided over this simple battlefield funeral as a priest, declaring that the goddess would accept these lost souls.

But the harvest is equally gratifying.

The rich experience brought by continuous fighting and daily training for a long time finally made the first batch of top soldiers of the system born in Alpine Fort.

The names of the Berserkers and Centaur Pioneers appeared in the list of system arms for the first time.

As the latest newcomer to join the Alpine Fort, the Skars are not surprising that none of them can be promoted to the top.

However, as the first veteran to join, the Highland Barbarian can be said to be the first to fly in the matter of gaining experience, which has a clear advantage over the Centaur. But the reality is quite the opposite. It can be clearly seen on the system panel that there are five top soldiers, including four centaurs, but there is only one barbarian.

It is conceivable that the experience that the barbarian wants to be promoted to berserker is probably much more unusual.

The only Berserker can be described as a single seedling in a thousand mountains, and Richard was very impressed with this one. His name is Roselle, and he has always been in the first echelon among the barbarians. The first batch to be promoted to barbarian warriors, the first to be promoted to barbarian giant axe warriors, and now the first berserkers.

"How do you feel?" Richard bent over and picked up a stone with a flick of his finger, which was falling on his forehead.

"I got it." Unlike those comrades who were too active and eager to adapt to the power after entering the stage, Roselle stood quietly, with more doubts on his face, but it was clear, standing still in the freezing cold wind. , As if it has been integrated with the world, like a rock.

"What did you realize?" Gunther looked at him with hands on his hips and rolled his eyes.

"Heaven and earth, vegetation, and..." Roselle closed his eyes, his face full of vivid pain like constipation. He opened his eyes suddenly, just about to continue to show off his mystery, when he suddenly found that Gunther was looking at him with his fists unkindly.

As the last "head", how powerful Gunther's fists were is simply a painful memory that all barbarians can't get rid of.

"Hey, just kidding." The Russell thief smiled and rubbed his hands. "I also said it's not very good. I'll know if I show you something."

When I heard that there was excitement to watch, a group of idlers gathered in the blink of an eye and surrounded it. At this time, only a strong man can squeeze into the inner circle with his body, and a small man like the Skal can only jump outside and do anxiously.

Russell was personally mad and waved to the people around him very artificially. Then he took a deep breath, his muscles tightened, and a depressed growl sounded from his voice, and the veins on his forehead were bulging. Just as everyone was holding their breath, suddenly a loud fart spread along with the stench.

The people who had been desperately squeezing into the inner circle to watch the excitement suddenly began to flee desperately. The scolding mothers from all over the world gathered together, making all the barbarians unable to hold their heads up.

"I don't think I'm angry enough." Roselle touched the back of his head embarrassedly, his face full of innocence.

"Then I'll help you!" Gunther finally couldn't bear this kind of discrediting all the barbarians anymore, and kicked him a bit of shit. Roselle's skull fell on a horseshoe, and it was crushed into two with a creak.

"Furious enough?"

"Enough, enough..." Roselle hadn't got up yet, and the obvious voice changes had already made everyone present keenly feel something wrong.

Under the gaze of hundreds of pairs of eyes, Roselle's already extremely strong muscles continued to bulge visible to the naked eye. The hair on the top of the head stands up from roots like steel needles, and blue veins like the veins of tree roots are exploded on both sides of the corners of the eyes.

If the eyes are the windows of the soul, he must be hanging curtains. Those eyes, which were originally black and white, were quickly turning into blood red, pure and evil!

Judging strength by appearance alone is undoubtedly superficial, but even a blind man can feel that Roselle is absolutely unprecedentedly powerful at this moment!

"What do you all look at me for?" Russell suddenly realized that the surrounding area was too quiet, and he sneered away from the hand that was rubbing his butt~www.readwn.com~Is there still flowers on my face? "

He couldn't help but reached out and touched his cheek. After his fingertips touched the blood vessels on both sides of his eyes, he fumbled twice as if he couldn't believe it. Russell's face changed immediately, and he opened his mouth and yelled: "Gunther of the dog day! You kicked Lao Tzu and disfigured him?"

"What the **** is seeing the undead!" Gunther looked down at his feet, wondering if he would give every barbarian a chance to look back.

"Beerker!" If the shock in Bedrick's tone can be converted into food, the entire Pompeii will no longer have to worry about famine for at least a hundred years.

Richard, who was researching the system panel, was taken aback when he heard that. He thought that Bederick could also see the panel, because the top soldiers of the Highland Barbarian were called "Bergers."

However, he soon realized that this was not the case at all. His Royal Highness looked at Roselle's eyes as if a brown bear was looking at honey, and he had no time to care.

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