Ride and Cut

"We have suffered serious losses. Many people have been injured and died. We..." Annie took a deep breath and looked back at the fallen corpse of the mercenary and the blood-stained carriage. Her eyes were a little red. "We need help. Please speak up if you need any help. , Gold coins, goods or weapons, Woya firm will never be stingy to pay to friends."

　　 Crystal tears rolled in her eyes, like the peach blossoms of early spring crushed into mud, and the incompleteness of beautiful things always makes people feel heartache.

　　 Richard turned over and jumped off the back of the chasing wind. He reached into his pocket and was about to take out the handkerchief and handed it over. Suddenly remembering that he had blown his nose with this cloth not long ago, he pulled out his hand in a calm expression.

　　 "What help?" It is also very rare for Richard to be able to reach a point of friendship with a large firm such as Woya Trading Company. At least he will not be too miserable if he buys goods or sells trophies in the future.

　　 So as long as it's not particularly embarrassing, he doesn't mind lending a hand a little.

　　 "The remaining manpower of the caravan is not enough to continue the trade, and there is no way to retreat back to Coron City, so I hope to take a rest on your territory."

　　 Their current position is very embarrassing, whether they are moving forward or retreating, they have to travel through large swathes of wilderness. And a caravan without enough guarding power to walk through the wilderness is tantamount to a piece of fat that everyone covets a bite, not to mention the injured mercenaries can't afford the bumps of the journey.

　　 Annie held up a turbid white crystal in her palm, with wisps of gray mist distributed in it. It is amazing that these gray mists are drifting around with the shaking of the crystals, and they are growing more and more. It quickly spread from the inside to the surface, and a dozen breaths turned the white crystal into a gray stone.

"what is this?"

　　 Richard exposed the nature of the turtle, and was immediately attracted, holding it in his hand over and over again-obviously this should be a magic item, but the specifics are beyond the scope of his knowledge.

　　 Although many people have said that he has no magic talent at all, he has always had a great enthusiasm for these gods and gods, but it is a pity that he rarely has the opportunity to get in close contact like he is now.

　　 "The Telefun communication crystal, I used it to send a magic message for help to the firm, but unfortunately I can only use it once."

　　 "How long will the reinforcements come?" Richard quietly put this discarded magic item into an empty money bag, ready to go back and study it carefully.

　　 "At least three days, it's too far away from Coron." Annie was a little depressed, her sharp ears flapped slightly uncomfortably.

　　 "No problem, the gate of Gaoshan Fort is always open to friendly guests."

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　　 There is a calm river in the wilderness, named Nu Tao River. There is a wooden building standing on the hill on the bank of the river, called the alpine fort.

Two giant monsters are standing in the knee-deep water of the Raging River, bending over to pick up pieces of colorful pebbles from the bed, put these beautiful stones in their arms, and return to the shore when they accumulate until they can’t hold them. On the ground.

　　 They would occasionally push each other for Pebble's belonging, but they soon devote themselves to their respective tasks, focused and serious.

　　The lord of the mountain fort left them before the expedition in the morning, let them salvage the pebbles from the river, and promised to exchange them with dried meat. Huh Ha Er couldn't understand the simple brains of the use of uneatable stones, but he really liked jerky, so he worked hard, and the pebbles on the shore had become a hill.

　　 When the sun began to sway westward, they heard very dull footsteps. Standing up and looking around blankly, he suddenly watched a giant beast covered in scales walking slowly in the distance, and sitting on the back of the giant beast seemed to be the one who would give them dry meat.

　　 Humha, the second general was as happy as a child, cheering and cheering to show off the fruits of his work for most of the day. Richard glanced pretentiously, and divided the jerky meat captured from the goblin tribe Lee among the two monsters, encouraging them to continue to work hard to find the pebbles.

　　 Gunther looked at all this, in addition to admiration, he still admired.

　　 These unidentified, greasy and even historical jerkys are no different from being thrown on the ground. No one will touch them except for the silly giants, but before Richard gave it to go, he still hummed the second general for a long time. Just to cross the road with this fly, you have to root your legs, no wonder you can become a lord!

　　 More than a dozen full-loaded carriages followed behind and slowly stopped the wheels. Compared with the barbarians who were gleeful everywhere, the morale of both the coachman and the mercenary was extremely low.

　　 They lost nearly half of their companions forever, and the rest were all injured, and some were seriously injured. Although what I ate was the bowl of rice licking blood, the price was too heavy.

　　 In Richard's opinion, a considerable number of these people will die in the next few days due to their injuries. UU reading www.uukanshu.com, for example, the one-eyed dragon who was very eye-catching before had a bite on the neck. As we all know, jackals don’t have the habit of brushing their teeth, and food residues in their teeth can quickly infect this wound.

　　 He will soon have a high fever, the wound will start to drain, and then he will lose consciousness until he finally stops breathing. The whole process is almost irreversible in the wilderness, where there is no priest and lack of medicine. The indigenous people would even give the seriously wounded a knife straight away, lest they suffer.

　　 The lives of these people are hard to save, but whether it is to make up for a knife or allow them to mourn and die in pain, the morale of other mercenaries will be blown to the freezing point. Richard felt that if he was in Annie's position, it would be difficult to do anything.

　　 Facts have proved that the number of gold coins will directly affect people's way of thinking, and the lord of the mountain castle is cleaner than his face. Obviously, he does not understand what problems can be solved with money.

　　 Annie took out a hexagonal prism-shaped transparent long crystal bottle from the carriage. It was covered with a glue-like viscous liquid. The color was the purest golden color, as if it was melted into liquid gold, shining brightly in the sun.

　　 Richard is somewhat insightful, and he recognizes at a glance that this is the concentrated holy water blessed by a senior priest at the archbishop level. The large amount of magic power contained in it makes the original ordinary clear water carrier dense as glue, and it is more stable and durable than ordinary holy water. It only needs a little bit of drinking, and the effect is no less than that of low-level magic arts.

　　 Of course he thought about storing some good things as military supplies, but he gave up this idea immediately after inquiring about it.

　　 Concentrated holy water is only produced in provincial cathedrals, and the quantity is very limited. Really valuable limited products are not available for purchase with only money, and you have to maintain a good personal relationship with the bishop himself!