Ride and Cut

　　 Everyone has a heart for kindness, even if he is always holding a stomach of bad water like this, he also has some respect for the real kind people.

　　 "Don't talk about this first." Richard waved his hand, "I heard Annie said that they have a shaman who can use maddening thaumaturgy. Have you seen it?"

　　 When Nehru first joined Alpine Fort, he once said that the tauren was one of the more shaman-rich races. Unfortunately, according to Annie's information, the Bloodhoof tribe happened to have one, and they mastered the thaumaturgy.

　　 This spell can be regarded as an advanced version of Bloodthirsty Thaumatology in all aspects. It can more effectively improve the strength and combat intent of the blesser, and even make the time passing in their senses a little slower. Of course, the advanced version is definitely more difficult than the original version.

　　 can use this witchcraft to illustrate a problem-the opponent shaman's rank is higher than Nehru.

　　 "I have seen it." Sendak recalled for a moment, but patted Robbie on the shoulder, "Leave this question to the patriarch. He is the most knowledgeable dwarf."

　　 Pressure makes people collapse, but it can also make people grow at the fastest speed. In just one night, this unqualified temporary patriarch looks a lot calmer than yesterday.

"Bloodhoof tribe does have a shaman who can use maddening thaumatism. He is an old tauren with white horns." Robbit made a gesture above his head. Among the many orc races with horns on their heads, the white horns are all It is considered a symbol of wisdom.

　　 "He usually blesses berserk thaumaturgy three to four hundred yards before the charge, and I think he probably only knows this kind of witchcraft."

　　 "Oh? How did you know this." Richard asked.

"I have read in a book that Minotaur shaman wears a crest made of bird feathers and skulls. Each time he learns a spell, he inserts a feather of the corresponding color on the crest." Robbie placed The fingers on the top of the head pinched again into the shape of a circle hat, "There is only a red feather on the shaman's crown."

　　 "But maybe it's hiding strength." Richard rubbed the stubble that had just emerged from his chin, and couldn't comment.

　　 Actually, it’s normal for a wilderness shaman to have only one spell. In fact, there are only a few who master multiple spells like Nehru.

　　 The downside of lack of inheritance is here-many shamans have learned a trick from nowhere and opened in a hurry, and then have no choice but to take a route that is fresh and delicious.

　　 Putting all his energy into the infinite refinement of a spell is not entirely without benefit. For example, explore how to shorten the time of holding a spell, how to expand the application scenario, how to refine the magic power to obtain the power bonus, and so on.

　　Some outstanding people can also do amazing things, but this is definitely just a helpless choice due to the situation.

　　 Only one kind of spell, no matter how proficient you are, the shortcomings it should always exist, and it is almost impossible to compare with the variety of combinations brought about by several spells.

　　 Human wizards have always regarded shamans as half-hearted, and Gein is so.

　　 "They generally value this very much, and they don't deliberately wear one less as a last resort." Robbie seemed very confident when he talked about these, and he was completely different from his previous cowering performance.

"It's true, my lord." Nehru hurried over to seize the opportunity to express himself, "I heard that Pompeii distinguishes professional titles according to the purity and quantity of the accumulated magic power, but in some places in the wilderness, the rules are different. It is based on the mastery of spells. quantity."

　　 After he finished speaking, he straightened his chest and lay down, the dog's face was full of triumphant expressions.

　　According to that standard, Nehru who mastered two spells was obviously a more advanced talent than the tauren shaman who only maddened thaumaturgy.

　　 "Oh." Richard understood at once. .

　　Whether it is a mage or a shaman, the casters in the world seem to have the same nature, that is, they value vain names, and why would they wear one less.

　　 I'm going to change the pragmatism of Lord Lord, let him put half a feather in his head is a dream, let the opponent slowly guess how many spells he will.

　　 "Minotaur itself has the ability to be semi-mad, and combined with the thaumaturgy effect is very terrible, we call it double madness." Robbie continued.

　　 "I knew about this a long time ago." Richard pursed his lips and tried to stay serious, but finally couldn't hold back a grin.

　　 Robbie looked at his inexplicable smile, and suddenly felt as if some ulterior tricks were brewing.

　　 "Everyone, we don't have time to chat, the enemy is here." Sendak lifted the warhammer and took off the visor of the helmet.

　　 The light rain that had just stopped for a while began to patter again, he walked forward, and hundreds of heavily armed dwarf warriors were waiting patiently. There was a solemn silence, only the crackling of water dripping on the armor was heard.

　　 The rain in the distance is like fog, making the looming Minotaur even more mysterious, like a ghost coming out of hell. About to fight such an enemy, the dwarves on the scene felt a little heavy.

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　　Minotaur had come four hundred yards away, and the rain and fog at this distance could no longer be an obstacle to prevent them from spying on each other.

　　 The dwarven queue inevitably caused a little commotion at this moment, and the creak of armor rubbing in the tranquility seemed extremely abrupt.

　　 It would be too harsh to judge that the dwarves were not brave enough, because even Richard could not help being shocked by the strength of Minotaur. The body of the huge bull with three blades under the head is full of bulging muscles, moving smoothly with every movement. There are thick blue blood vessels on the body, like worms squirming.

　　 They didn't even have a metal weapon. They used a mallet with a thick front and a thin back. It looked very primitive and rough, and it was essentially no different from a child's toy.

　　 But I am afraid that no one has the courage to laugh at their poor equipment, because the mallet is nearly two-edged in length, which is beyond the scope of weapons for humans, and it is more suitable for bolting doors.

　　 Their wooden mallets have no sharp points at all. They are more in line with the templar philosophy than templars who insist on not sharpening their weapons, and cause damage purely with bludgeoning. It's just that Minotaur's power, once it hits a person, is probably enough to crush half of his body into meat sauce.

　　 Richard whistled at them, "This group of goods is really strong, and I will see if I can catch some livelihoods and sell them to the Colosseum."

　　 "It must be worth a lot of money." Gunther's tone was natural.

　　 "The premise is that their lives are stubborn enough." Hutt carefully evaluated with his chin.

　　 Sendak coughed violently like choking water, turned his head to look at the people in the alpine fort who felt good about themselves, his eyes were completely looking at the lunatic.