Ride and Cut

　　 The kobold shaman can only watch as the number of warriors in front of him is getting fewer and fewer, and the devil-like butcher is getting closer.

　　 "Don't come over! Don't come over!"

　　 "I caught you!" Richard grinned and grabbed his clothes, and picked up the little shaman.

　　 Losing the support of the caster, the bloodthirsty thaumatism disappeared, and the rational brains of the robbers began to occupy the high ground again.

　　 The harsh and barren environment has made the indigenous people accustomed to facing the threat of death, and for a time they thought they would no longer be afraid. But facts have proved that quantitative changes can cause qualitative changes.

　　 The slaughterhouse in front of him is like a sea of ​​blood and corpses, like a basin of ice water poured on his head. Even the indigenous people who disregard life most feel uncontrollable with fear.

　　 This kind of fear has nothing to do with courage, it is purely an instinct hidden deep in the consciousness of all intelligent life.

　　 The centaur and the barbarian's eyes were as sharp as a knife, making them feel as if they were walking naked in the snow and ice.

　　 And that **** knight... None of the warriors who usually fly and domineering dare to look directly at him, as if he would be burned by just looking at him.

　　 The robbers actually wanted to run. Their courage had long since dissipated with the lives of their dead companions, but everyone stood firm and didn't move. After the blessing of bloodthirsty thaumaturgy, there are significant side effects. Now everyone is in a state of extreme exhaustion and loss of strength, and can't run even if they want to.

　　 They cursed the **** shaman with the most vicious words in their hearts.

　　 "Alpine Fort doesn't seem to worry about not having enough slaves." Richard's whole figure seems to have just returned from a swim in the river of blood, and every step he takes will leave a damp bright red footprint behind him.

　　 He bent down and picked up the piece of leather torn by the kobold shaman, and looked at it carefully. The black leather is very uniform and delicate, and a lot of weird symbols are painted on it with a kind of off-white paint, which looks a little mysterious at first glance.

　　 If I close my eyes and feel intently, it seems that there are waves of elements that are not weak.

　　 "What is this?" He shook his skin and shook it.

　　 The old kobold pursed his mouth and refused to speak, trying to maintain his dignity as an element user, but the trembling of his calves betrayed him.

　　 "Hutt, give this guy some tricks." Richard didn't bother to talk nonsense with a prisoner, and directly handed him over to the most honest-looking centaur.

　　 "Okay, sir." Hutt showed a simple smile on his face and left with the kobold.

　　 Centaurs are all herders, and herders are often very good at using whips.

　　 "Boss." Gunther took off his horned helmet, revealing a face with a swollen nose and swollen nose. Even through the thick helmet, the robbers' attacks were not really threatening.

　　 His voice is unusually low and deep, "A few brothers are going to die soon."

　　 "Take me to see." Richard glanced at the system panel, showing that the three barbarians were seriously injured and dying.

　　 Proactively launching an assault on the enemy with an absolutely inferior force sounds very proud, but it is actually no different from dancing on the tip of a knife. Almost every barbarian carried more or less injuries, but because their strength and equipment crushed ordinary robbers, most of them were not seriously injured.

　　 There are only three exceptions-they are the best equipped, the most aggressive, and the most aggressive, so they are the fastest.

　　 Without exception, the chest and abdomen were cut out with terrible laceration wounds. The most serious one could even see the squirming internal organs in the abdomen, with blood pouring out one after another. Richard guessed that it should be the masterpiece of the hobgoblin epee assaulter, except for them, the other bandits did not have the consciousness of a fatal blow.

　　 Richard opened the system panel, and the experience gains from this battle were more generous than the previous times, and most of the soldiers were already able to advance.

　　 He has long discovered that system soldiers can get a certain recovery every time they advance, and the effect is similar to a weak treatment. At this time, he can only be a dead horse doctor, raising his hand to choose all advanced.

　　 The effect was immediate. The slightly wounded fighters healed almost immediately, and the condition of the three severely wounded barbarians also improved. The bleeding stopped temporarily, and the ruptured wound shrank slightly.

　　 But Richard's complexion quickly became gloomy—compared to the injury, the therapeutic effect was not enough. The system showed that their lives were still slowly dying with the passage of time.

　　 It is a wishful thinking to find a priest who can use magic arts in the wilderness, but in fact, as long as there is a reliable doctor at the moment, it is enough to save the lives of several barbarians.

　　 There were a few faint screams in the distance, and then the sound of a hurricane whip into the flesh, and the big-waisted Hutt was holding his whip and arching left and right.

　　 The best medicine in the entire mountain fort might be the screaming kobold shaman, but no one can count on it.

　　 "I'll ask him to try." Gunther brought the old kobold over like a chicken.

　　 This fierce ice warrior grinned, and rarely smiled at Richard and people outside of his clan, trying to show kindness to the barefoot doctor who was arrested temporarily, but it actually scared the child to cry.

　　 "You dream!"

　　 The old kobold certainly doesn't know what a person who knows the current affairs is a good man, or that he is really a bit hard-hearted that the ordinary natives do not have. UU reading www. uukanshu.com

　　 Richard crouched down and slowly stretched out his palm. When the kobold shaman recoiled subconsciously thinking he was going to be beaten, Richard just wiped the blood drops on his face.

　　 "Cure them, I will keep you safe in the name of the lord."

　　 "When you lie down on the ground and school with two dog barks, I will promise you." The kobold with his head up and his mouth full of fangs, he looked like he was laughing.

　　 The atmosphere became almost stagnant for a while, but the kobold shaman felt very proud in his heart. This is the value that an element user should get.

　　 He has become a fine old fritters, and he doesn't really want to die to the end, he just intends to raise his value by carrying a shelf. I firmly believe that with my own ability, I should be a guest no matter where I go, and today is no exception.

　　 But there is often a gap between ideal and reality. At this moment...

　　 "Richard." The half-elf girl Annie ran over the hills like a gust of wind, holding a crystal bottle, "Holy water."

"Thanks, I'm really dizzy, I should have asked you a long time ago." Richard slapped his forehead, reached out to take the crystal bottle and handed it to a centaur, "Take a bucket of water to dilute it. The holy water will sting to death if you use it directly."

　　He wouldn't be embarrassed. Since the caravan is protected by Alpine Fort, it should be paid for protection.

　　 The kobold shaman suddenly felt that the situation seemed a bit bad...

　　 "As for this squat." Richard smiled and revealed two rows of white teeth, snapped his fingers sharply, "Hutt, give Lao Tzu a hard hit to figure out where the robbers' nest is!"

　　 "I'll go too!" Gunther squeezed his fists, and his bones rattled.

"And I."

"And I."

　　"..."

　　 A large group of Alpine Fort soldiers hula ran away halfway around.