Ride and Cut

　　 "This is Lord Richard, the famous warrior of Pompeii. He is here to help us resist the robbers." Annie didn't even draft drafts when she blew up her cowhide.

　　 The dwarf warriors all stroked his chest and saluted him.

　　 Regardless of whether the title of the famous warrior is moist or not, it is worthy of their heartfelt gratitude to be able to come to help in this season. This is the minimum etiquette.

　　 "Then your vindictive cultivation must be very deep?" Robbie asked hopefully, like a kid grabbing the last straw.

　　 "I'm sorry, I haven't practiced vindictiveness." Lord Lord's expression remained as usual.

　　From any angle, this Robbie is too rude. Richard doesn't know how old he is now, but he is undoubtedly too tender psychologically, and it can even be said that he is completely naive.

　　 The death of his father and brother and the predicament of the tribe probably made his inner world almost collapsed. The pressure that can't be vented is torturing his reason like a file, so it is normal to behave strangely.

　　 Richard is not angry at all, he even sympathizes with him deep in his heart. This responsibility that should not be borne by him has to be borne by him, which is undoubtedly a tragedy for all dwarves, including himself.

　　 "You haven't practiced fighting spirit, how can you become a famous warrior." Vivid and vivid disappointment melted on Robbie's face.

　　 "Rely on peers." Richard laughed at him cheerfully.

When 　　 first joined the dwarf tribe, in order to avoid stimulating misunderstandings, he set off with only a shield, and the exaggerated dragon-slashing greatsword was left in place.

　　 How about Hutt is a flatterer, and he has worked so hard to bring the weapon to the lord, until now he has the opportunity to hand it over.

　　 Richard saw some blood and mud on the blade, took it and waved it twice and tried to shake it off.

　　 That was a guy weighing more than seventy pounds. It turned into a black shadow that was difficult to capture under the strong arm grip, and drew a character in mid-air.

　　 The dull whining sound of heavy equipment breaking through the air was constantly heard, and the rising sword wind made the dead grass leaves on the ground take off and swirled.

　　 deserves to be a boutique crafted by a centaur blacksmith. It is not very dirty at all, and the sword body is clean and shiny after being shaken.

　　The eyes of the dwarf warriors straightened suddenly.

　　 All of them are experts who have played with iron for a lifetime, and they can estimate the weight with just a glance.

　　 The weight of seventy or eighty pounds does not seem to be very exaggerated, and an ordinary adult farmer who is sick and weak can hold it hard.

　　 But in fact, there are two concepts of holding up and waving in combat. The average person's weapon is only five or six pounds. The self-proclaimed dwarf rarely uses more than thirty pounds, and it is difficult to maintain flexibility no matter how heavy it is.

　　 can play this weight of weapons with a sense of elegance as light as a feather, what kind of exaggeration and brilliance of that physical power.

　　 There has never been only one way to combat power. All roads can eventually lead to Coron. It is not important to be vindictive in the face of such power.

　　 "Can you give my subordinates a place to rest and rest? We rushed all night and fought again, and we were very tired." Richard put away his heavy sword and yawned.

　　 "Many of the tribe’s stone houses are already empty. Although it may be a little short for you, it should be no problem to just use them for rest."

　　 Richard led people to the station assigned to Gaoshan Fort, Annie walked beside him, waited for a while before speaking.

　　 "Robby is actually not like this, he..."

　　 "He is totally unsuitable to be a patriarch, especially at this time of day." Richard said as he walked, "God, just standing there hurts morale."

　　 "Richard, you are too harsh, he is only forty-five years old this year, equivalent to a 13 or 14-year-old child among humans." Annie was also helpless.

　　 "I can fully empathize with his young age, but can the enemy also empathize with him?" Richard stopped and asked.

"The original old patriarch was Robbie's father. He was a tough, stubborn old man." Annie reached out and lifted the drooping hair to her ears. The rain tonight was not heavy, but standing outdoors almost made her hair. All drenched.

　　 "But I didn't expect him to pass away."

　　 "It seems that the roof was broken and it happened to be in time for the overnight rainstorm and came across such a treasure." Richard sighed and shook his head.

　　 He probably understood what was going on-the old patriarch and several heirs died in battle one after another, and Robbie was the logical first heir. However, his age, ability and personality are not suitable for becoming a patriarch.

　　 So this dwarven tribe, which had been precarious, became even more precarious.

"Actually Robbie is the smartest dwarf I have ever seen, but his cleverness is limited to fiddle with some weird things." Annie suddenly thought of the magical falcon glasses, "I think you two should have something in common. topic."

　　"The premise is that we can win this battle~www.readwn.com~ Richard rolled his eyes and walked towards the camp without looking back.

　　 The dwarf women and children are offering large chunks of barbecue and ale to the friendly soldiers. It seems that they have plenty of supplies.

　　 Richard was really hungry without smashing his teeth all night. He bent down and walked into the house to pick up a piece of roasted lamb ribs and toss the meat into his mouth. He nodded while chewing.

The ethnic barbecue that is good at using fire is also very good at it. The firework and fat aroma of this rib in his hand blend in the flame very well. There is a rustic and mellow meaty aroma, which is the most satisfying to him tonight. It's up.

　　 But he only stopped after eating a little bit. Now no one can say when an enemy will attack, and he must stay on the battlefield at any time. When he used to fight the martial arts stage, he knew that eating too much before the battle would affect his performance.

　　 The stone roof is too high and too short, Richard can barely stand upright, Gunther can only sit cross-legged on the ground.

　　 This former ice hunter is also very experienced. Like his lord, he only ate half full, and then he leaned against the wall and closed his eyes.

　　 "Boss, why do I think this stone house seems to be a bit shaken." Gunther sat up again before taking a break, touched the back of his head and looked at the wall behind him suspiciously.

　　 "No, I don't think this house looks like cutting corners."

　　 Richard is extremely energetic, not going to sleep for a night is not even hairy for him. Sitting at the door enthusiastically teaching a few dwarves to play poker, they have almost won all the jelly beans.

　　 The situation is in crisis, and no one knows whether he can see the sun tomorrow. He is like a big heart that only acts as a spring breeze. The dwarves who saw this scene both disdain, and have to admit in their hearts that they are somewhat admired.

　　 After all, even if it is pretending, at least half of it is true to be able to pretend to this point.