Ride and Cut

The reason why these Gaoshanbao people behaved so horrified was not just for flattering.

　　 They really have reason to be surprised-to know that the two attributes of resistance and clumsiness often go hand in hand and even complement each other. Because fighting requires a solid structure, and a solid structure is often heavy.

　　 So sometimes, I have to make a trade-off before being flexible and defensive.

　　 Of course, it is not true that it is necessary to be flexible and defensive. For example, leather armor made of dragon skin is very light and agile and its defense is comparable to heavy plate armor. However, such good treasures are often hidden in the private warehouses of great nobles, and it is difficult to buy them if they have money.

　　 Richard is obviously very resistant now, but his actions are not very delayed. It can be said to only take advantage and not lose, but it is really the style of his own lord.

　　 "You really found a treasure." Annie sighed sincerely.

"Yes." Melissa nodded, the elf mistress's eyes were very precise, "Not to mention the flying ability that can only be mastered by the Moonlight Stage, it is only the two effects of'magnetic power' and'body like iron'. Richard's natural supernatural power, thinking about it, I think it is a monster."

　　 "Can't say that." Lord Lord himself was rather calm, "My original strengths have been further strengthened, but my shortcomings have not been compensated for."

　　 "What is your shortcoming?" Annie asked.

"Lack of long-range means, lack of rapid mobility, and more importantly, lack of group injury ability." Richard shook his head, "Even the most indiscriminate opponents, I can only hit them with one punch and one sword. It's not efficient at all. "

　　 Richard felt depressed when he thought of this.

　　 The last time he was fighting sand spiders with Tiger Spirit in the New World, the bright moon shrouded him with a long sword in his hand. The cold light was shining and no one could beat it. How wonderful it was to play! Anyone who is seen with a slight eye has to come up and hold their thighs to apprentice.

　　 In the end, it was regarded as a gain, and it was not as good as the few witchcraft scrolls that Nehru threw, so that the lord did not spit out a bit of old blood.

　　 "Come on." The old white tiger Buckland sneered at this, "Everything is good, but everything is sloppy. In this world, strengthening the strengths is more important than making up for the shortcomings."

Seeing Richard's face still disapproving, he said earnestly, "Richard, when you are a lord, you have to learn to divide your labor. You are the king of duels in the mountain fort, then be the king of duels. As for group injuries or long-range issues, turn to Let the followers and rebels solve it."

　　 "You can do whatever you want by yourself. Just be a lone ranger. It's so cool to walk alone, why bother to lead a group of people?"

　　 "Elder Buckland is really a wise man." Grandma Melissa praised her.

　　 "Sister, you have a good reputation." The old white tiger nodded slightly, his demeanor, kind of like that.

　　 "Yes." Lord Lord nodded.

　　 In any case, the Glory Treasure Map of the Heart of Iron is indeed very powerful, there is no doubt about it.

　　 Richard intends to let them all get started if some of the Barbarian Berserkers can advance to Xinghua. However, this matter may have been waiting, because the growth of the attributes of ordinary soldiers is gradually improved according to a fixed template, and there is no saying that there is no freedom to add points.

　　 Even if the lord is the system owner, he still cannot break this rule. And they have to wait for their self-cultivation to gradually improve-I don't know if they can see that day in their lifetime, after all, the orthodox and frenzied cultivation method has long been lost.

　　 Hero units can add points freely, and Richard actually tried to teach the Holy Words to several "heroes", but the result was very unsatisfactory.

The prototype of 　　 Holy Words Prayer is madness, dating back to ancient times is the unique skill of the berserkers. After being improved later, ordinary humans can also start practicing, and the scope of application has greatly increased, which is a qualitative leap.

　　 But, that seems to be the end. The Holy Word Prayer that can be applied to all human beings can only be applied to all human beings.

Judging from the results taught by Richard, Hutt, Abel, Abu, and the tiger elf Senid, these older brothers who are not in the broad human pedigree, have always been difficult to get started, and they can only choose from getting started to giving up. .

　　 Lord Lord guessed that the difference in body structure may have caused this result.

　　The only person who has initially succeeded is Gang Manzi, who barely sensed the existence of Huili, but there is still a long way to go before the successful cohesion of Huili eggs.

　　 If the talent of the lord of the mountain fort belongs to the middle and upper, he can disregard most ordinary people. That Gunther is basically the stone in the pit. The simplest entry takes several months, and it can only be ignored by ordinary people. No one is hopeless.

　　 It's a daydream to count on him to advance himself. In the final analysis, he still has to rely on extra points to have a ray of life. The problem is that Gunther's rank is not as high as his own lord, but it is not too low. It is not easy for him to collect dozens or hundreds of free proficiency points for him.

　　…………

　　 There is nothing wrong with Gaoshan Fort, and it is time to set off to mediate the meeting.

　　 Richard didn't bring too many people, and mediation was not about fighting or using too many people. He brought only two generals, Gunther, Hutt, and Dracula, plus a very capable mixed guard team, with a total of less than thirty people.

　　 They have to go to Coron first, then make a detour to the capital city of Felix and join the other participants to form a Pompeii mission, and then set off together to the Holy Light Church's state. It is said that it is not one of the smallest countries in the entire human world. The entire territory is located in San Jose, including only three or four small cities.

　　 The entire journey will be drawn at a right angle on the map, and it may take more than a month to hurry.

　　 The departure of the lord of the mountain fort will definitely make some people feel lost, and it will definitely make some people ecstatic. In any case, it will be difficult for the left-behind personnel to see him again in a short period of time.

As a result, less than half a day after the departure, when Hutt opened the car cover to take the water bag~www.readwn.com~ unexpectedly found that Nehru was also in the carriage, opening his eyes dumbfounded as the carriage swayed. Showing a very confused look.

　　 "Where is this?"

　　 "On the way."

　　 "Which way?" The kobold shaman felt vaguely not very good, as if something was out of control.

　　 "The way to travel."

"Yes, Nehru, I secretly squeezed in without taking you." Lord Lord patted him on the shoulder, showing a rare encouraging smile, and casually drew a big cake to him, "It's rare, it will definitely be next time. I'll be promoted to deputy team leader, next time."

　　 Nehru's mouth was half open, and his small eyes were completely blank. He couldn't figure it out anyway-last night he seemed to have left for a while to celebrate Wujun, and then his head was dizzy and he found a place to take a nap, how come he got on the logistic carriage prepared for the trip.

　　 Hum Ha, the second general is looking at the other party covering his mouth and snickering, his eyebrows are about to fall out of joy.

　　 Nehru had a strong urge to ask if he could go back now, but when the words reached his lips, he forced himself to swallow. As a wilderness shaman, he is not so stupid that he has to explore the true meaning of death.

　　 "My lord, I can't live without you for a day." Nehru grinned and tried to smile brightly.

　　 "Oh, then I must take you next time." Gang Manzi curled his lips.

　　 "Pump."

　　 "Heat stroke?" Hutt opened his eyelids, revealing pale eyeballs, "My lord, Nehru seems to have heat stroke."

　　 "Poor." Richard sighed. As soon as his breath came out, it condensed into a white mist in the cold air.

　　 It's so cold.