Ride and Cut

　　 Lord Lord wants powerful plastic energy spells, such as fireballs or water arrows, to sweep the enemy army for him. But the troll's idea is very simple, just don't want to be beaten by the supervisor.

　　 If it is to avoid being beaten, it is really difficult to find something more practical than stone skin technique and 曚昽 technique, but it is also very suitable for immediate needs.

　　 The successful awakening of the two giants liberated their suffering comrades, and the giants returned to the days of eating together and waiting to die. It's just that under the instruction of the lord, people will try to stimulate them in various ways from time to time.

　　 For example, when they gorged themselves, several people rushed out and waved their torches while shouting. For example, the monsters are sleeping soundly and suddenly poured a bucket of cold water down their heads. For another example, the trolls did nothing, but the centaur used blunt arrows to target them.

　　 Although there will be no results for a while, Richard firmly believes that this kind of stimulation will definitely help induce awakening.

　　 The two awakened monsters are familiar faces of Alpine Fort, the oldest two generals among the slaves.

　　 Although Richard felt that the spells they mastered were too tasteless, it was better than nothing at all.

　　Humha, the second general is very dependent on this dwarf who always feeds himself dried meat, and is easily included by Richard into the system, becoming two heroic units.

　　 He officially assigned names to the two of them. The one who mastered the stone skin technique was called Humph, and the one who mastered the Tong Yun technique was called Ha.

　　 Ordinary people without education have about seven or eight points of intelligence, and human mages conservatively estimate it to be above fifteen points. The system panel shows that the intelligence of the two generals is poor.

　　The barbarian and the centaur had another task besides patrolling. They brought two clumsy big guys around to attack the short-eyed robbers, and upgraded their levels as soon as possible.

　　 I don’t know what’s going on in the wilderness recently. There are a lot of wandering bandits a little abnormal, and there are desperadoes who hit people with red eyes everywhere. Gunther opened their stomach pouches, and it is said that there were only grass seeds and tree roots inside.

　　 In any case, Alpine Castle is a small pioneering collar, and the kobolds currently have a full three-person casting team, which is already an extravagant configuration.

　　 Only Nehru was depressed. In the three-person team, there was a team leader, a deputy team leader and two officers. He was the only civilian team member.

　　The team of Woya Trading Company arrived at Gaoshan Fort ten days later and brought the halfling chef and white crystal that had been booked earlier. Richard noticed that the size of their mercenaries guarding was several times that of last time, and they were even equipped with a dozen elf archers with pointed ears.

　　The level of the elves has always been as suffocating as the commissions, and their appearance can only show that the firm has paid a lot for the protection.

　　 Annie did not follow the caravan this time, but the Cyclops mercenaries who had been in Alpine Fort for a while came.

　　 Richard took advantage of them when they stopped to drink the horse to get close to him, "Franz, long time no see."

　　 The one-eyed dragon was leaning against the carriage and was talking with his companions, but found that Richard had come and stood up straight and put on his hat, "My lord, good day."

　　 "Did something happen in the wilderness recently? I think it seems a bit messy."

　　 "The situation is really tense. A big tribe of bear people called Last Crescent Moon suddenly went south and cleaned up the small local tribes, and now there is chaos everywhere."

"More than that, a few days ago, some indigenous people went crazy and stormed Coron City." A young shortstop next to him added, "but all of them were so hungry that they couldn't run like goblins. The projectiles are all down."

　　 "The Three Lions should expel the bear tribe soon, Master Richard doesn't have to bother about it." Francis squeezed the brim of his hat awkwardly.

　　The shortstop looked at Richard and blinked his eyes twice, wondering why an old mercenary like France was so respectful.

　　 Not far from the foot of the hills, two figures in dark blue hooded robes passed by. They were more than three-edged in height, and stepped forward without looking back.

　　 "Team leader! Wait for me!" Behind them was a little dwarf wearing the same hooded robe, with a blade of five at most, and the two short legs couldn't catch up with the big one in front.

　　 This dress can't help but make people think about it. The eyes of France and the shortstop followed them until they disappeared around the corner.

　　 Richard didn't intend to satisfy their curiosity, and patted the Cyclops on the shoulder, "France, go to the storeroom and get two barrels of ale to quench your thirst, just say what I said."

　　 "Who is this guy." The shortstop waited until Richard walked far away before asking.

　　 "You can't afford to provoke the X character." Francis shrugged, "Come on, bastard, I invite you to drink ale."

　　 After the caravan left, Richard led his men and stung around the place where they had stopped.

　　 Some traces are unavoidable. For example, even if a carriage carrying coal is carefully covered with canvas, it will inevitably leave a little bit of cinder on the road.

"It's strange that the last time Annie was transporting coal, this time a dozen elves were dispatched to transport coal." Richard threw the broken cinder on the ground and patted the floating soil on his hands. "I didn't even know this thing was still in the wilderness With such a big market, they must have secrets."

　　 "Catch up with them and give them a vote, and you will know everything." Gunther fiercely compared the gesture of slashing under the palm of his hand.

　　 When he took the lead, he was still rough and fine, but since entering the gate of the high mountain fort, he has become more and more lazy to use his brain, and he wants to be reckless when he is undecided.

　　 Hutt stuffed his thumb and index finger into his mouth. As long as Richard nodded, he would immediately blow a whistle to summon the tribe.

"No need." Richard turned around and walked to the Lord's Hall, taking the opportunity to educate the two war madmen a few words, "Everyone will have their own secrets. We only need to know that Woya Firm is not an enemy for the time being. What is hidden? Secrets don’t need to be explored."

　　 Hutt and Gunther looked at each other, and curled their lips. That's nothing more than others say, where is the confidence of my lord.

　　 Currently serving as the Lord's Hall is a relatively spacious crypt, and several new halfling cooks are staying in it.

　　 The fishing leader fished out a lot of crabs from the river in the morning, UU reading www.uukanshu. com Richard was going to have a pot of soy sauce, chili, green onion and ginger, and it was placed on the table in the hall before he had time to eat it.

　　 Most of the residents of Gaoshan Fort have no desire to try this kind of uncooked, cruelty food soaked in black soup, but halflings are obviously the exception. These short dunzi, who eat six to eight meals a day on average, have the purest and sincere love for food, so how can they mind trying it?

　　 When Lord Lord entered the door, he ran into several halflings in a circle and ate loudly.

"Is it tasty?"

　　 As he spoke, he opened the wooden box on the table. Inside were four huge white crystal **** just sent by the caravan, as clear as clear water.

　　 "It's delicious!" A halfling with a crab leg in his mouth gave him a thumbs up, "Master, this is the most delicious and sweet thing I have ever eaten."

　　 Richard smiled kindly.

　　 The authority of the halfling in gastronomy is undoubted. Originally, he was worried that this taste would be unacceptable to Pompeians. Now it seems that worrying is completely unnecessary.

　　 Compared with Pompeii's relatively monotonous diet, the complicated cuisine in his mind is also a kind of wealth.

　　 The lord has made plans-a few halfling chefs will be trained, and when the turmoil in the wilderness has subsided a little, they will go to open a hotel in Coron. At that time, relying on their unique cooking skills, the nobles who have been inbred are not like taking drugs, and the king and bishop will not eat for a day, crying and crying to give money.

　　 At that time, the supply will never be opened, and another member auction will be held, and one person will receive 50 gold coins.

　　 Isn't getting rich is just around the corner!

　　 "Can I...can still eat?"

　　 Halfling Hobby looked at his new boss, watching a gleam of silver saliva drop from the corner of his mouth.