Ride and Cut

Balrog.

　　 In a more formal study of the Warcraft genealogy, the full name is called Buffalov's Magma Demon. He has a cruel and tyrannical character, has a very advanced talented fire spell, and has a strong melee melee ability as a Warcraft.

　　 For ordinary people, it is the incarnation of disaster, the spokesperson of the **** of death, and the ultimate force that is difficult to fight.

　　 But for Lord Alpine Fort, that's it. The dragon of the same grade has been cleaned up more than once, and it is not surprising to have another Balrog. It is definitely too arrogant to say that it is ten to ten, but it is also humble to say that it is only 90%.

　　 So since the moment when he decided to conquer the Balrog, Alpine Fort didn't take the Balrog itself too seriously, it was only because of the possible existence of the goblin relics that he paid special attention.

　　 In contrast, it was another news that surprised Richard even more.

The Fireluo paper letter raft sent by the owl 　　 Cold, stamped with Sauron's personal seal, there is absolutely no possibility of forgery. The content is short but the information is huge-Pompeii is ready to continue to attack Stuart.

　　 When Richard saw the news, he couldn't believe his eyes and mumbled "true or false" several times in his mouth.

　　As a real nobleman of the kingdom, he knows how much damage this year’s cold wave has caused to agriculture. Although the autumn harvest has not yet fully started, it is foreseeable that the days to come will be more difficult.

　　Logistics supply can even be said to be the most important part of the war. The weak autumn grain supply can logically not support a large-scale military operation.

"Of course it is true." Buckland was not surprised by this. "It is because this year will be more sad that we have to fight a battle. As long as enough people die in the war, won't you have fewer mouths to eat? , No matter how bad you are, you can grab Stuart."

　　 "Severe to the point?" Richard was taken aback.

　　 "What do you think?" Lao Baihu drooped his eyelids and let out a heavy sigh, "Alpine Fort never lacks food and clothing, but the price of wheat beans in some places has already risen to the sky. You don't know."

　　 "But although the official document hasn't come down yet, there must be nothing wrong with Alpine Fort this time." He patted the lord's arm, "Let's live our lives behind closed doors."

　　 "Why?" Richard was eating breakfast.

　　 His appetite is amazing now. The fried pork shoulder sausage on the huge dinner plate is piled up to the height of the chin. This is only part of it.

"Because Stuart is now in a decline, the winning side is very small." Buckland was also eating breakfast, only two boiled eggs, very light and very healthy, "This battle seems to many nobles, but it is a rare encounter in a century. There is a chance to make a fortune. The benefits were taken up by you last time, and who is willing to take you with you this time."

"……Too."

　　 Lord Lord had to admit that there was some truth to these words, based on his understanding of the noble group. Under the polite appearance, hidden is a greedy heart that scrapes lean meat on the legs of a heron.

　　 And I can get jealous, all of them are good hands.

　　 Although he didn't have much interest in running to Stuart, he was still very upset when he thought that he would be squeezed out by those low-energy stupid eggs.

　　…………

　　 It is better to clean up the Balrog sooner rather than later, and wasting time is to commit crimes against the entire twilight forest.

　　 Richard, who had had breakfast, waved his hand at the support group who saw him off as a farewell. Sitting on the iron seat by himself, he feels like a social animal ready to check in and go to work.

　　 Except for Elizabeth as a guide, he didn't even bring a helper. Cowhide coaxedly said to the crowd that another Balrog head would have to be embroidered on the Ripper banner soon.

　　 In fact, if Higuain’s dragon partner Osiris can participate in the battle, he will be a very powerful helper against the Balrog. It is a pity that with the size of the giant dragon, it is impossible to pass through those narrow and narrow underground tunnels.

　　 "Richard, when will you come back with success?" Annie asked loudly towards the iron seat that was gradually lifting off.

　　 "Tomorrow afternoon at the latest."

　　 The iron seat rushed away in the direction of the space crack with a burst of laughter, so after a short time, the lord found another life gate of Elizabeth-a serious fear of heights.

　　 This alien beauty is holding on to the handrail on the iron mat, her face is pale and her teeth are shaking, she looks extremely scared.

　　 Although he insisted on not wanting to show his timidity, he couldn't conceal his most instinctive physiological reaction in any way, and there was no half of the prestige that he had in Goliath.

　　 "Are you afraid of heights?" Richard asked seemingly concerned.

　　 "No." The tremolo from the alien beauty had completely betrayed her.

　　 "Oh, it would be great if I didn't have it." Lord Lord's smile was very simple and simple, "The time is urgent, let's hurry up."

　　 The flight trajectory of the iron seat in the air becomes high and low, fast and slow, sometimes diving high in the air, sometimes pulling up rapidly. Elizabeth's reservedness lasted only a few breaths before declaring bankruptcy, regardless of her hands and feet and holding Richard's midfielder, leaving a series of hoarse screams along the way.

　　 The iron mat flew over the wilderness, over the space crevice, and over the vast forest. Finally, when the Goliath gap landed smoothly ~www.readwn.com~ Elizabeth was almost fainted.

　　 "My lord." Hutt trot all the way from not far away.

　　 Recently, he has been stationed in the twilight forest, and has not returned to the mountain fort for a long time. According to Hutt himself, his archery level has reached a point where it is possible to break through the bottleneck at any time, so he stayed in the new world while defending the spider tide while thinking about improving his skills.

　　 It's hard to say how the results of the exercise are, but Richard can see in the system panel that he can upgrade the fastest with such heroic units.

　　 The painstaking practice of this former herder has undergone a radical change. The whole person has become much colder and thinner, but his eyes have become more and more powerful, which looks unique to the legend of the legendary archer.

　　 "My lord, you have a nosebleed." He looked at his lord and said.

　　 "Cough cough." Richard wiped under his nose, it was really red thorns of blood, "It's okay, maybe a little bit angry."

　　He took out an exquisite thin wooden box from the space ring and stuffed it to Hutt, "For you."

　　 The centaur unfastened the lock and took a look, then suddenly grinned, "This is the best equipment an archer can think of."

　　 Twelve arrows made of Mitterungen wind milled mountain copper ore are arranged neatly on the velvet cushion.

　　 The ore found under Elizabeth's guidance is mostly fragmentary, let alone grinding a long sword, it is unrealistic to grind a dagger.

　　 But the arrow cluster is much smaller, and I can barely find a few suitable ones.

　　The weapons and demons made entirely from Fengmoshan copper mills have amazing characteristics. It would be a pity if they weren't used, so there were more than a dozen arrows.