Ride and Cut

"My lord, look." Hutt bent down and picked up a stump, and handed it to his lord.

"It's interesting." Richard took it in his hand and looked at it repeatedly before throwing it on his master who was already frozen on the ground. That was a hapless bunny man. At that time, he was supposed to subconsciously raise his arm to block an attack. Not only did he fail to save his life, he was cut off by his opponent's arm and neck.

After receiving the news that the iron ore was attacked, Richard immediately led the team and set off. In a hurry, he split the Ripper team into two teams for the first time. He and the fast-footed centaur were lightly loaded on the road, leaving the others to chase after them slowly, and the two and a half days' journey was abruptly compressed to a day and a half.

But it was too late for them to arrive. The corpses all over the floor were already frozen and stiff, as hard as rocks.

According to the data given by Buckland when he left, there were a total of forty-six vassal militias staying in Alpine Fort before the winter. Now, the corpses found here come from forty-five owners. In other words, except for the one who ran back to the mountain fort and died, the rest are here.

Judging from the wounds of the corpse, the incision was very smooth, whether it was muscle or bone, it broke cleanly without a trace of entanglement.

This shows that the opponent must use a superior blade, and has both strength and skill when slashing. This alone can almost rule out all the suspicions of the natives in the wilderness.

It was not that Richard looked down on them, but that no one would sell good weapons to the natives.

In addition, the Bunnymen and Goatmen are naturally alert and good at escape races. Defeating them is as easy as drinking water, but if they want to complete the annihilation before they collapse, the difficulty will rise to a level comparable to drinking water.

None of these vassals have escaped right now, so the murderer himself is definitely not a mob. They should be superior in martial arts, well-equipped and well-organized.

"Who would do it?" Richard's voice and expression were very calm, but anyone who knew him a little bit could not hardly guess what kind of violent undercurrents lie in this calm.

Lord Alpine Fort is a very short-term person, and he himself may not be able to value these cowardly vassals. But since he was a vassal of Gaoshan Castle, and since he would nod and bow his head and call him "Master", even if he had made any unforgivable mistakes, Richard could not tolerate others to deal with him on his behalf. What's more, these Bunnymen and Goatmen are still quite innocent.

Although he himself is drifting away from the road of obsessing with force, according to today's standards, he is quite tolerant to the weak.

"Let's put the'homing pigeon'." Richard said.

The surrounding centaur immediately took out a pair of dove bones from the rucksack. All flesh and fascia are corroded by the potion, leaving only clean bones, slender but complete in structure, carefully wrapped in a burgundy velvet cushion, as exquisite as a work of art.

Lord Lord took out the Golden Dragon Dragon Crystal and said to Thutmose who was still sleepy inside: "Go to the sky to see if there is any suspicious person."

"Master, I'm going now." Having been in the dragon crystal to recharge his energy, coupled with the superior nature of the dragon soul, Thutmose is not afraid of being exposed to the sun for a short time now.

He flew out and got into the skeleton. Two clusters of dark blue soul fire lit up in the dove's skull eyes. He nodded and bowed at Richard very humanely, and then fluttered his wings into the sky.

With Thutmose's ability to perceive, he can control all the wind and grass within a radius of 10,000 yards in the air. If he hadn't had to return to Longjing to catch his breath, he was almost a perfect scout.

"My lord, look here!" The centaur who spread the search made a new discovery.

Richard walked over and stood by the frozen lake, with a huge depression in sight. He squatted on the edge of the ice pit and stretched out his hand to pick up a piece of translucent brown scales, as if they had accidentally fallen off while scratching. It is about the same size as a chestnut, and the texture is also very hard. When you scratch the edge with your finger, it feels almost no less than a blade, and it should have come off accidentally.

"It seems to be running up from the bottom of the lake." Hutt frowned, looked back and forth at the ice hole and the corpse on the shore, and said hesitantly.

Richard blinked his eyes twice, but he still remembered the Titan ruins hidden under the water. When he first came to the wilderness, he was not firmly established. In order to survive, he had to help the dwarf tribe. As a result, he was told that there was a titan head at the bottom of the lake. It was a long time ago.

At that time, there really was a living thing inside, that is, Qiqiu. Later Qiqiu followed them away, and the Titan's head turned into fly ash, and the ruins were abandoned and no longer used. This has always belonged to the secret between the dwarf and the lord of the high mountain fort, he has never told anyone.

"No, I have to go down and take a look." Richard said he was about to take off his boots, scared that a bunch of centaur hurriedly gathered around to persuade him. joke! In this weather, even if it gets into the water, it will be sealed alive in the ice even if it doesn't die.

"My lord!" Thutmose, who had just flew into the sky, swooped toward the ground like an arrow.

When landing, the pigeon skeleton specially prepared for him fell to pieces on the ground due to the slow speed. Thutmose turned into a translucent dragon with the palm of his hand again. Before Richard could ask a question, he screamed, his tone was like a scorching ass: "I saw a lot of weird snake people coming towards us together!"

"Snake man?" Richard had a very surprised expression on his face.

Snake people, like half-human sloppy people, are essentially a group of half-orcs and belong to the big family of intelligent creatures. But the appearance of this race is similar to the splicing of snake tail and human body. It looks very weird. In addition, its personality is generally gloomy and gloomy. It is very unpopular among half-orcs, let alone humans or other races.

Carrying the name of a monster ~ www.readwn.com ~ Diplomacy is naturally difficult to carry out, so snake-men get mixed up very miserably. Although it won't be extinct for the time being, it's not much better. Basically, only time remains.

"Weird snake man, very weird!" Thutmose was still chattering in the dragon crystal.

"How weird is it?" Richard asked, frowning.

Thutmose may have all the equipment a scout should have, but unprofessional is unprofessional. His intelligence is always mixed with a lot of subjective judgments, and he can't make a calm statement. For a truly good scout, the answer sheet should include specific descriptions and quantitative estimates, rather than being ambiguous like "a lot of weird snakes".

"It's like, it's like..." Thutmose murmured for a long time and didn't murmur why.

But his answer is no longer important, because Lord Lord and all centaur can already be directly caught with the naked eye, those uninvited guests who are approaching fast.

"Really...very weird." Hutt muttered as he looked into the distance.