Ride and Cut

　　 The high mountain fort in the night lit a raging bonfire, emitting orange-red light in the starless night.

　　 Mental tension or excitement will make physical strength go away quickly, so fighting is actually easier to make people tired than any heavy work. Roshan's barbarians and centaur are also listless after a battle, and most of them go back to the room to rest.

　　Only a few of the most energetic animals still watch the fun with their energy, including Richard.

　　 A log stood upright by the bonfire, and a hemp rope hung the kobold shaman head down.

　　Simple war is never the goal, the goal is the gains that war can bring. Now that the robbers have been defeated, it is logical to take over the population, livestock, and property of their tribe. This is the unchanging rule of survival in the wilderness.

　　 This requires intelligence, and the source of intelligence naturally falls on the kobold shaman who is the most respected among the robbers.

　　 In the afternoon, Richard with one hand on his hips lashed out and gave the highest order-to pry open the mouth of the kobold shaman, and contribute to the great alpine fort cause.

　　 There is a saying that the upper peak moves his mouth, the lower official runs and breaks his leg.

　　 Hutt flicked with a whip, Gunther was more vicious, and got on the stick.

　　 The two of them were afraid of killing the dog-headed shaman, so they didn't dare to attack him. But even so, from the afternoon to the evening, the two people were sweating.

　　 Shaman is not as weak as human mage, their practice system includes strengthening of the body. Therefore, the old kobold was still carrying it hard, even though the torture was so painful that he couldn't even howl, he still resolutely refused to speak.

　　 He is particularly afraid of death, because he is afraid of being executed after speaking. This kind of person can sometimes withstand the torture that ordinary people can't handle.

　　 Richard was so impatient that he went out and grabbed his collar, but slapped him on the left and right. The strong kobold shaman immediately succumbed.

　　 He opened his mouth, with no fangs left, mixed with bloodshot eyes and saliva, all fell out one by one.

"Name?"

　　 "Nehru."

　　 "What the **** is this?" Richard shook the leather he used to release the bloodthirsty thaumaturgy.

　　 "The leather urn is equivalent to the magic scroll of your human beings." Both sides of Nehru's cheeks swelled up to the naked eye.

　　 Kobold’s teeth can regenerate and grow back, but the courage that is destroyed will not.

　　 "The hide of a monster?"

"No." Nehru honestly began to pour the beans from the bamboo tube. "We kobolds have very thin red dragon veins. There was a deformed child with a very high concentration of dragon veins more than ten years ago, but he died a few days after he was born. I took off his skin as a base and burned the ashes as paint to make this leather urn."

　　 "This guy is pretty good at putting gold on his face." Gunther whispered to the people around him, and Hutt nodded vigorously.

　　 Kobolds always like to claim to have thin dragon veins, it is hard to tell whether it is true or false. But even if it is true, it can't change their cowardly and incompetent status quo. Kobolds are still kobolds.

　　 "Coincidentally, I also met a dragon-veined goblin a few days ago." Richard boringly guessed that there might have been a giant dragon active in this area, and his taste in planting was very unique.

　　 "I know him, he fought in winter before, and both suffered a bit from each other."

　　 "You are very honest, honesty is a precious quality." Richard drew out his long sword, and when the kobold hadn't reacted, the sword light flashed, and he broke the ropes that bound his hands and feet.

　　 Nehru was shocked by the sword blade rubbed against his skin, and he was shocked with white hair and cold sweat. He habitually wanted to open his mouth to curse others. After all, he realized that he was in a bad situation just before the exit, and he abruptly went back.

　　 "How many people in your tribe are left behind and how strong are they?"

"Gone."

　　 "Be honest!" Hutt raised his hand and was a whip, which was drawn on the kobold's most sensitive nose, so pain that he screamed and fell to the ground.

　　 "Really gone! The best warriors are defeated, and those who remain behind are not your opponents."

　　 "Tell me more carefully." Richard spread out the straw paper, holding a half-burnt wooden stick as a charcoal pen in his hand.

　　 From a common sense, the strength of the left-behind troops is certainly not as strong as the main force on the expedition. But his experience in the competition grounds in the southern provinces taught him many things, such as being cautious is always a virtue.

　　 Nehru said while he remembered. These things can only be used as a reference. When the time comes, the investigation still needs to be investigated. This is the case for marching and warfare. A little carelessness will capsize the ship in the gutter, and once the ship capsizes, it will be forever.

　　 "That's right." The night was getting deeper, and Richard was also a little sleepy, ready to go back to sleep after asking the last question.

　　 "Are shamans common in the wilderness?"

"Uncommon. Only our kobolds, trolls and tauren races are rich in shamans. Shamans of other races are rare." Nehru paused and continued, "Right, giants. Guai actually has a lot of shamans, but their brains are too stupid, just like a mallet."

　　 He felt a little bit aggrieved in his heart that the dignified shaman was captured by a warrior who didn't understand shamanism at all ~www.readwn.com~ The self-esteem as an element user was haunting him, but the reality forced him to bow his head.

　　 Richard yawned halfway and then held back his throat, leaning forward to look at Nehru, "Then you all know what spells are."

　　 "We kobolds have the blood of the red dragon, so we generally master the fire element. The tauren seems to be mostly the earth element. I haven't dealt with the trolls and I am not sure, but the specific spell depends on each person, even if it is..."

　　 "What about the troll!" Richard impatiently interrupted Nehru who couldn't grasp the point.

"Trolls have all kinds of spells, and their power is often amazing. But their talents often hurt themselves, because they are so stupid and curious. It is said that most trolls will be careless after becoming a shaman for at most ten days. Use magic tricks to kill your own life."

　　 Nehru tells the most popular jokes in shaman circles. In the past, as long as they were uttered, they would instantly laugh. However, the lord of the mountain fort held his arms indifferently, obviously he didn't even mean to laugh at all.

　　 So the kobold shaman immediately felt that his wisdom had been desecrated, and once again lamented his unfortunate fate in his heart.

"good very good."

　　 Richard slapped his thigh sharply, and extended his thumb approvingly to compare with the old kobold.

　　 The idea in his mind gradually took shape, but for the time being, it was still unclear whether it would work or not.

　　 Just when Nehru thought he was finally about to pay attention to him, Richard took up a twine and personally tied him firmly into zongzi.

　　 The lord of the mountain fort is an inexperienced terrapin, curious and wary of magic and the like. I was very worried that the kobold shaman would lower his head or cause worms to him in the night, so he simply tied his hands and feet and hung him on a stick like a pig.