Ride and Cut

Richard is not exaggerated at all.

Human beings, no matter other intelligent races. In the end, when there is no way to retreat, there is never a shortage of heroes. The kind of bravery that even the greatest writer can hardly describe is in case. It seems that the bright stars in the long night are not necessarily dazzling but very elegant.

But before that, as long as the situation has not fallen to such a bad situation, it is harder to expect human beings to temporarily put down their petty gains in view of the overall situation than to kill them. Life is constantly fighting, selfish, short-sighted and outrageous.

As long as some people live, it will destroy the cause of the united front. Staying one more day is a waste of fresh air.

Lord Lord didn't even have any interest in watching the reversal drama of the early defeats and the later PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds. If he can, he hopes to beat his opponent from the first day until the end.

Therefore, as far as he can, even with a stick, everyone must prepare for the coming war. For this reason, even if he kills people and leaves a bad name in the history books, he doesn't care.

It must be pointed out-at his level, historical evaluation is already a very realistic consideration. A lot of big people will be **** because they love feathers too much, but Richard doesn't care.

Whether it is a hero or a hero, the achievements of the past are left to future generations to comment on.

"However, due to the location of Alpine Fortress, the pressure will be too great to face the spatial rift in Allen Town in the future." Bedrick shook off the guard who was holding the umbrella, and his hair quickly became wet and messy in the rain.

"Why don't you just change your territory?" he suddenly proposed.

Lord Lord has no expression on his face.

Of course he is clear in his heart. In fact, there is more than a spatial fissure in Allen Town, and there is another one three days north of Alpine Fort. If so, the pressure that Alpine Castle will face in the future may be the best in Pompeii.

But he still shook his head, "No, the warriors of Alpine Fort are not even unable to overcome this little difficulty."

"That's not a trivial difficulty, there may be tens of thousands of undead people all over the mountains and plains in the future!" Bedrick said.

"I can send thousands of priests of the Holy Light to explode them one by one." Richard's expression was very serious.

But everyone except him seemed to think it was a joke, and even the well-trained court guards couldn't help but scream.

"Do you think I'm teasing bored son?" Lord Lord looked at the guard nahanly.

"No, sir." The guard stood at attention quickly.

It would be too ignorant to slander this stuff secretly in my heart. There are thousands of priests of the Holy Light, who do you think you are? A light circle hung behind his head, really using himself as a holy light.

"You were joking." Bedrick pushed him hard with his shoulder. "But to be honest, God knows how much I envy you."

"What do you envy?" Richard looked depressed.

He found that when he occasionally wanted to tell the truth, no one believed him, and the topic would soon be biased.

"Whether you, Ms. Yeyu, or other magic masters, they all have very powerful powers. With this power that is completely in your own hands, enough to flatten a mountain, you will be able to face any difficulties. You can face it with a smile." The crown prince, who has only a few days left in the shelf life, stalled his hands. It was difficult to distinguish between jokes and seriousness in his complicated eyes. Calmly."

"Entangled in regrets that cannot be changed, it is of no use except to bring pain to oneself."

The inability to cultivate elemental power has long been a heart disease of Bederick. It is difficult to get rid of obsessiveness, and it can be easily resolved in a few words.

"But sometimes I think about it. I really hate the old man! Why do I have to be so eager for quick success and quick profit, but it broke my body." Bedrick gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, punching on the thick laurel tree, and the leaves were scattered and falling. . With red eyes, like a beast with a wounded head.

After a long while, he was discouraged again, "But now I am about to take over the throne, I suddenly miss him, and miss someone I have resented for ten years. On the day he was buried, the coffin stopped in the Hall of Mirrors, and I suddenly remembered that I was in my childhood In the Hall of Mirrors, we ate rose cakes while basking in the sun. I really want to go back to the old days, even once."

Richard couldn't help being silent for a while, and the sound of rustling rain was endless in his ears.

"Sorry?"

"I'm waiting for a sorry I can never wait, and I want to say thank you that I can never say to him." Bedrick pursed his lips, staring at the raindrops falling in the pond, ripples spreading in circles.

The lord sighed, gestured to the guard, and quietly took Gunther away.

He could fully understand Bedrick, but instead he estimated that the grievances in his stomach could make the raging waves flow back.

But what would he do if he were Sargerei, and let him go with guilt. I don't know, he hasn't been a father yet, so it's hard to understand the heavy and restrained feelings like the lava flow.

With a tangled entanglement, Richard spent ten coppers on the side of the road playing with a pot of throwing pots. This can be regarded as a kind of traditional street scene in Friesian. If you make more hits, you can win some cheap gifts, such as a handful of torreya.

However, the average stall owner will do some tricks on the pots and arrows. So even if you are the legendary arrow that killed the dragon, don't think about taking advantage of it easily on the stall. This is not a scam, it can only be a means for the little people to make ends meet.

As a result, once the lord made a shot, he never missed a lot of shots. The stall owner turned pale, and if this continues, he will do nothing this month.

Finally, with a little understanding, Richard grabbed the torreya torreya and left a bunch of weird gifts not to go away.

"Boss, why are you so accurate today?" Gunther was puzzled.

It is well known that his lord's long-range hard work is in the alpine fort. How can he be uncharacteristically brave today?

"Hahaha, who told him that the arrow cluster is iron." Lord Lord threw a nut~www.readwn.com~, raised his head and opened his mouth to catch it.

Seeing that he was about to reach his own site, he shook his head to shake off his complicated thoughts.

"Girls, I need a female companion, who has time to save..." With the moist side slipping on the ground, he appeared on the stage, and Richard was dumbfounded before he finished a sentence.

In the yard, the halfling cook used canvas and wooden frames to prop up a simple awning. If you have a leisurely mind, you can listen to the rain while eating snacks and drinking tea. It is also very cozy and elegant. The Lord of Gaoshan Fort himself especially likes this tune.

Right now, a few girls are gathered around a round table, but the atmosphere is vaguely a little bit wrong. The tea on the table has long been cold, not even a trace of heat has risen, but no one refills it.

Except for this table of people, even a ghost is not visible in the entire yard, and I don't know where they are hiding.

Annie, Vera, and Elizabeth were all there, and the other, who was back to the front door, heard the voice and slowly turned around.

Black hair and black eyes, petite, white and tender and beautiful-who else could it be Ye Yu.

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