Ride and Cut

　　 Those brave and fighting Minotaurs fell one by one on the road. They were no more dignified than the pigs to be slaughtered. To everyone, it seemed like a dream of nothingness, which made them unbelievable to this day.

　　 Although the two sides were originally hostile, the shock of watching life disappearing like grass still made everyone feel that their throats were uncontrollably dry.

　　 "Cough cough." The lord cleared his throat, and the scene was immediately so quiet that the needle was audible, waiting for him to solve the mystery.

　　 "Hutt, go and get the shaman back to me first." As a result, he took the subject away as soon as he opened his mouth.

　　 Hutt whistled and led several tribesmen away.

　　 "Richard, don't sell it anymore." Annie had heard his plan a long time ago, but at this moment when the dust settled, she suddenly wanted to hear it again.

　　 "Actually, a dollar is not worth it, but you dare not think about it." The lord did not intend to hide himself.

"The larger the size of the life, the heavier the burden on the heart will be. This is the law of the movement of all things. Although Minotaur is good at fighting, after all, all things cannot escape restrictions. Their hearts support such a huge body. It's very hard work." In the eyes of those who don't know the truth, the posture that Richard is talking about now is completely the style of a master of magic.

　　 It would be better if he knew a little magic.

　　 It’s true that some people who are quicker and more flexible, such as Robbie, have shown a dazed expression after hearing this sentence.

　　 "Half madness, madness thaumaturgy, bloodthirsty thaumaturgy, although the effect is very good. But it will further increase their cardiovascular burden, plus stone skin surgery is equivalent to increasing weight..."

　　 "So the stack of so many burdens broke through the limit that Minotaur can bear, causing a fatal acute visceral disease?" Robbie continued.

　　 Richard gave him a thumbs up: "The young man is very clever!"

　　 "Speaking of which, it is the strong body they are most proud of that defeated Minotaur."

　　 "Boss, how can you fix it if you can't break through." Gunther's head is rare.

This question can be regarded as an itchy place. Lord Lord hurriedly seized the opportunity to show his ingenuity to the fullest. "Have you noticed that after the blessing of madness thaumatism, many Minotaurs can't bear it and just kneel on the ground, I It was only after seeing that scene that I made up my mind."

　　 "Just imagine, how can an animal that is on the verge of collapse be able to bear another bag of wheat flour?"

　　 "Brother Richard, you are so wise!" Robbie was completely shocked by this out-of-conventional whimsy. Who would have thought that bloodthirsty thaumaturgy could be blessed to the enemy. For him, it was almost like seeing the sun, and his eyes suddenly became enlightened.

　　 "The ultimate strength is often the ultimate fragility." Annie sighed.

　　 "The ore that is too hard will shatter into **** with just one tap." Sendak was even more emotional.

"In fact, this method is only useful under very specific conditions." The lord was rarely humbled once, "Minotaur's three-blade height and semi-mad talent, bloodthirsty thaumaturgy and mad thaumaturgy, several None of the conditions can be achieved, and it is basically impossible to replicate it again."

　　 "And the target must be a mortal thing, otherwise the element resistance will greatly reduce the effect of the spell." Annie added.

　　 "Yes." Richard nodded.

　　 This is indeed the truth. If you want to use blessing spells to achieve the effect of killing spells, the conditions are naturally extremely harsh. If you use it rashly, it's called an enemy, and you have to go to the gallows.

"It's an unexpected surprise to be able to use it once. No matter how greedy you are, you will be abandoned by the gods." The old man Sendak was very discerning, his beard jumped with a gray smile, "Master Richard's wisdom is really amazing. ."

　　 "I use spells." Nehru murmured unwillingly.

　　Lord Lord looked at Nehru and suddenly sneered twice, "Haha!"

　　 Since his debut, killing such a large number of powerful enemies at one time is still the first time for him to get on the sedan chair.

　　 Watching the tall and magnificent Minotaurs fall one by one, he is actually more excited than anyone else in his heart, and his external manifestation is that he starts to squirt at the poor Nehru.

"I know that you have always let me be the leader of the second general Huo Ha, but you are very unconvinced to let you be a member of the team." Richard Dama was sitting on a stone with a large crowd of dwarves. It's kind of like a philosopher's preaching.

　　 "I just think I am an old shaman with rich experience, right?"

　　 Nehru didn't say a word, because this was his true thoughts.

　　 The simple power gap between wilderness shamans is often not very exaggerated, so experience is particularly important. Generally speaking, the older the older, the more popular. Nehru has participated in countless tribal dumps in his life, and it stands to reason that he is definitely an old fried dough stick in the industry.

　　 But the experience he regarded as an overwhelming experience was completely ignored in Alpine Fort-not despised, UU reading www.uukānshu. com is not contempt, but ignoring, completely ignoring.

"If I have ten spellcasters, that would be one team leader and eight deputy team leaders. You honestly continue to be a team member. Why? Because your experience is not as good as you don't have." Richard opened his mouth without any swear words. But every word was stuck in Nehru's heart.

　　 He sat on the ground dejected, his eyebrows drooped into a ball. I can’t figure out why those painstakingly researched experiences, those secret experiences passed down by generations of masters and apprentices, and those lessons learned from the escape, became "not as good as none".

　　 "Not convinced?" Lord Lord knew the truth that a slap should be given a sweet date. He reached out his hand and pulled Nehru up and pressed him to the side to sit down, his tone also calmed down a lot.

"Alpine Castle will inevitably move towards regularization and high-end in the future, and all your experience stays at the level of tribal conflict, too low-end!" Richard said slowly, shook his head, "A painted canvas is even more so than white paper. Suitable for painting."

　　He is not talking about rhetoric, thanks to the blessing of the information society. In this regard, the lord's vision is so great that it is by no means imaginable by the natives who are still entangled with a few hairs on their heads.

"Just say that Minotaur shaman likes to use his sword to slant and not leave any margin, and he makes gimmicks such as'double madness'. As a result, everyone is walking tightrope for danger. Once he finds his weakness, he doesn’t know how. Dead." Richard pointed to the direction where Minotaur came, "but before the accident, he must feel as good about himself as you."

　　The wilderness is a desert of spellcasters, and it is extremely rare for both shamans and wizards. Wilderness like Nehru or the hapless guy outside rarely thinks about how to deal with it if he is countered by the opponent's caster, because the probability of fighting with his peers is too low.