Ride and Cut

Richard looked at Gunther with a complicated expression.

Right now, the undead are rampant in Winter City, darkness and death are filled with mist, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a purgatory on earth.

Even fools know that in the face of danger, reporting to the group is the best choice. Leaving the large army at this time is tantamount to leaving the bonfire with a little spark. It is difficult to maintain it alone in the cold night, and it is almost only a matter of time before it is extinguished.

What's more, Gunther has to do more than save his life, he has to return to a specific place to get the magic stone and then return it!

The location under their feet was at least a thousand yards away from the original camp. This is still a straight line calculation, the actual distance will only be farther.

"If you have to go back and get that magic stone, it's not blowing, I'm definitely the best candidate." Gunther pretended to shrug his shoulders easily, breaking his fingers and counting people's heads one by one: "Look at—"

"The boss has to stay here to confront the undead dragon, otherwise the other brothers can't survive, right?"

No one can deny this, and Richard faintly felt that this group of undead seemed to be coming to him, although he would still be unable to figure out why for a while.

"Abu is too small to be choking if he has ever beaten a walking dead. It would be murder to let him go there, right?"

The small Skal murmured twice. Although he didn't want to admit it, he had nothing to say after all. Without the Earth Dragon, their naked outfit is a little stronger than the Bunnyman and his like.

"And me." Hutt's expression was calm, he drew out two bright scimitars to make a cut, cold and cold, "I am in charge of logistics, I have the responsibility, of course I should take care of it."

"Pull it down, this is not the time to be aggressive." Gunther sneered and raised two sturdy fingers. "First, the horseshoes are too loud to be concealed. Second, Hutt, I will ask you, yes. Climbing the wall?"

Hutt was speechless. It is well known that due to the special body structure, it can be said that it is difficult for a centaur to climb a wall. And to return to the camp in such a chaotic and dangerous situation, climbing walls is almost a must-have skill.

"I think about it." Richard closed his eyes and massaged his temples on both sides.

Gunther was his earliest follower, and he walked with him all the way. He is also human and has feelings.

"Boss, our alpine castle is a whole, just like hunting in my hometown." Gunther spoke extraordinarily with regulations, and he was totally different from him. "Today I am the most suitable, so I will go. If Hutt Or Abu and the others are the most suitable, and they will definitely go too."

"Don't worry, Boss." Gunther grinned, and there was a brave and blazing light in the northern man's eyes at this moment. This kind of light has always been the privilege of the true brave. "I was a bear-hunting warrior in the tribe before anyway, and I am not a foolish guy with a bad brain."

"Do you believe this by yourself?" Richard couldn't laugh or cry.

The idiot says whether he is a idiot, just like an alcoholic says that he is not drunk, there is no credibility at all.

"Hehe." Gunther touched the back of his head and didn't say much, and started to pack his gear.

Titan iron armor is too heavy to be used for diving into leather armor. For the same reason, the battle axe is too cumbersome, replaced by Hutt's scimitar.

Gunther quickly packed up, and when he was about to set off, he suddenly said to Richard: "Boss, in fact, I have known for a long time that the reason why we people can become stronger through killing is definitely not because of some potion. What's in the world? There may be some potions, but they are not Chinese cabbage."

The whole Winter City was in chaos, but the surrounding area suddenly fell into a strange silence, and no one spoke for a long time.

Richard looked at Gunther's honest face and smiled, "Indeed, then why do you think?"

Gunther didn't even want to blurt out: "It should be similar to Dracula, it's a kind of talented spell, I guess you might be the favored one too."

"I'll go too." Berserker Russell stood up. The two left together from the other side of the alley, and soon disappeared into the dark night without a trace.

Richard looked around at the few people around him, but he didn't see many unexpected expressions on their faces. Obviously, he had already guessed about it.

And I have to say that their guess is not far from the facts. Sometimes even Richard himself has to wonder, is it possible that this so-called system is really a talented spell?

It's hard to say yes, just as hard to say it's not.

Richard laughed at himself. He had always thought that these subordinates came from the wilderness or ice fields, and they must have little knowledge. So just find a reason to live on the surface, and you can easily bluff them. But now it turns out that--

There are not many true fools in the world, and those who can be deceived are often willing to be deceived.

"Everyone guessed it?"

What responded to him was a head shaking vigorously up and down.

"Why didn't you expose me earlier? I'm pitting you guys."

"Because you are our boss." Abu spread his hands helplessly, and said naturally: "Even if it is exposed, you have to go with you, and you can't find shoes to wear."

"My lord." Hutt slightly pressed the brim of the helmet. "You don't need to care. In any case, we will follow you until the end of life."

"Oh." Richard sighed, trusting this thing to be so heavy sometimes that people can't stand up.

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This is an arduous task, the difficulty is at least at the **** level, and the requirements for strength and courage are extremely high.

Generally speaking, success in this kind of task is a blessing to invite heaven, and failure is the normal life.

Richard had imagined 10,000 possibilities, but he didn't expect that the magic stone would have been delivered to him if it was useless for a quarter of an hour. When they came, the two pushed and shoved and disliked each other. At first glance, they were full of food and support. They must have been peaceful.

"Come here~www.readwn.com~ Gunther stuffed a black stone heart into Lord Lord's hand.

"What's the matter?" Richard could smell a strong sour smell on their bodies, like overnight sauerkraut.

"Uh... a little subtotal." Gang Manzi lowered his brows and eyes.

"Don't mention it." Russell pinched his nose and looked at Gunther, his eyes full of undisguised disgust. "Before Gunther left, he couldn't bear the food on the carriage, and he ate bread and bacon. As a result, he started to move. I start to vomit."

Gunther wanted to cover his mouth, but Russell didn't move at all, and continued struggling to say; "While hiding in the corner, he spit on us with a mouth and almost stunned me directly. As a result, those walking corpses He didn't react to us, so he ran back to the camp and got the magic stone back."

"Perhaps walking corpses use their sense of smell to distinguish living people." Li Cha thoughtfully.

But now is not the time to think about it, Dracula's lying on the ground is getting cold, and it's too late if you don't hurry.