Ride and Cut

　　 Truth is relative, and the experience that is perfectly applicable in tribal conflict may be a cancer in a war of higher intensity.

　　 This kind of difference is sometimes irrelevant, but sometimes it can be devastating.

　　 Richard didn't plan to spend his life playing with the natives in the wilderness, so Nehru's original habit became a vice that must be eliminated for Alpine Fort. This is why Richard did not allow him to use bloodthirsty thaumatism on his own people.

　　 Nehru opened his mouth, speechless, looking into the distance with confused eyes.

　　 When he first heard the concept of "dual madness", his only reaction was to run away quickly, compared with the lord, the sky and the underground.

Since coming to Gaoshan Castle, he has been accepting denials. This denial has reached the highest peak today. While this poor frog at the bottom of the well can't help wondering that he is really an idiot, he also vaguely realizes that there is no more accurate picture outside the well. Of the world.

　　 All this made him feel both horrified and expectant, and unspeakable emotions fermented in his heart.

　　 Richard left Nehru sitting on the rock and continued thinking, patted his **** and slipped away.

　　 The dwarves originally respected the allies who came to aid. After finishing Minotaurs, this respect went up to a higher level, and they almost regarded him as the incarnation of wisdom and bravery. Several half-year-old dwarf youths secretly found him, saying that they hoped to become a follower in the future, they were all fooled by him.

　　 Generally speaking, the bigger a person's picture, the less likely he is to dig a wall.

　　 "My lord." Hutt, who was far away, yelled and moved a Minotaur body step by step with a few of his fellow clan.

　　 This body is only about two and a half-edged in height, which is too thin compared to the Minotaur warriors who are more than three-edged at every turn. He was wearing a long jacket made of shredded sheepskin and rags, full of mud and lice. Only the two short horns on the head are eye-catching bright white, like fine jade.

　　 A rough dagger made of hemp rope and iron pieces is inserted between the third and fourth ribs on his chest, which goes straight to the heart, and the vitality has already drained with the blood.

　　 "Is this the Minotaur shaman?" Richard asked knowingly. He took off the crown of the opponent's head and played with it for a while, then put it back on.

　　 He characteristically nodded, "We wanted to capture him, but we committed suicide when we found him."

　　 "Then bury it." Richard originally thought that shamans are almost the same virtues as Nehru, and planned to recruit to expand the casting team. He didn't expect that there would still be tough guys who would rather die than surrender.

　　 He walked around the camp by himself with his hands on his back for a while. By the way, thinking about things, no one dared to disturb him.

　　Bearman and Minotaur are both powerful in the wilderness, and they deflated one after another in just one day, enough to slightly deter other robbers. According to Richard's estimation, the dwarf is about to usher in a precious period of calm in the next one or two days.

　　 But calm is not peace, it just gives both parties time to sharpen their sharp knives. After that, it was naturally a more turbulent storm. Before he fell into despair, Aoi secretly would use every force to counterattack.

　　It is of course the best result to be able to keep the iron ore and make a fortune together. But if you can't keep Richard, you can accept it. The premise is that the wild man who takes over will bleed to the point where he can only recuperate in the medium term.

　　 This is the bottom line of the strategy, in order to avoid being crushed to death by the rapidly expanding wilderness, and to retain the space and possibility of future development for the mountain fort.

With the 　　 system in hand, once the confrontation is dragged for a longer period, they will not be afraid of any enemies, and the iron ore will eventually be theirs.

　　 So-this battle can even be said to be a battle for the right to survival. The next step is the mountain fort. Even if the enemy is few and the enemy is few, there is no room for retreat.

　　 The weather changes frequently in summer, and it is clear now. Richard looked into the distance, the sky was high and the earth was far away, and the shadows of the clouds under the sun were rolling and flowing on the grassland. This wilderness is always changing, but in fact it has never changed for anyone. It used to be like this, and it will be the same in the future.

　　 In front of it, anyone can feel my body insignificant and vast.

　　 He couldn't help being filled with pride in his chest, and said to the oncoming wind, "The world is out of my generation, and the world is in great controversy."

　　 "Richard, what are you talking about?"

　　 Turning around, it turned out that Annie walked behind her at some unknown time.

　　 The lord had a poker face, almost facial paralysis, without any expression: "I said I want to eat steamed cheese, preferably a large piece. Why are you here?"

　　 "What a weird dish... I want to find a place where no one is going to blow the air. I didn't expect you to be there too." Annie smiled and gathered her hair that was blown away by the wind.

　　 "Then you blow slowly, I'll go to have breakfast."

　　 Annie stood there and watched the lord of the mountain fort disappear like a smoke, gradually showing a very suspicious expression on her face. She may not know what the Soul of Middle Two is, nor does she know that once this kind of thing is broken, it will make people want to find a way to get in.

　　……

　　 The great savior of the dwarf clan walked on the road sternly and in a hurry.

　　 "Master Richard~www.readwn.com~Good day." A dwarf took the initiative to greet him from time to time along the way, but with a hot face and a cold butt, he didn't get any response at all. "My lord must be thinking about the military situation, it's really hard work." They guessed like this, and immediately got the approval of their companions.

　　 The lord found that he really caught up with the dwarf and was eating breakfast, and several acquaintances were there.

　　The diet and lightness of ordinary dwarves can't touch it, so he grabbed a large piece of barbecue with ale with his hands, and his face was greasy. Only Robbie is different. On his plate are candied fruits and a few bird eggs, which are divided into small pieces with a knife and fork.

　　 "Master Richard, come and drink a few cups of gargle to help keep your breath fresh." Sendak raised the oak wine glass to him, his gray beard stained with grease, and he smiled happily.

　　 Richard moved a small stool and sat down beside him. Instead of touching the wine glass, he held down the dwarf old man’s wine glass, "Don’t drink, listen to me."

　　 "Sendak, I suggest to make a batch of crossbow arrows." He pointed to the two arrow towers not far behind him, "Your crossbows are very accurate and can be used for great purposes."

　　 "This thing was made by the patriarch, Master Richard, let's talk to the patriarch." Sendak is a very traditional dwarf.

　　Traditional dwarf means to have a headache for things other than ironing, drinking, and warfare. Pulling Robbie as a shield, he just rushed into ale.

　　 Richard picked up a berry from Robbie's plate and saw the core in one bite, and said vaguely: "You are dwarves. Building a few arrows is not easy."

　　 "Big Brother Richard." Robbie now yells diligently and naturally, "That crossbow...Forget it, you should come up and see by yourself."

　　 He stopped eating, and took the lead to get into an arrow tower. Richard followed curiously.