Ride and Cut

"Or catch it for trial." Gunther grinned with his axe on his back.

"Everyone knows that excessive impulsivity is a manifestation of brain atrophy." Hut put his arms around Gunther's shoulders, not letting go of any chance of mutual harm.

The others laughed together, but there were still a few centaur picking up their bows and arrows. As long as the lord gave an order, they would grab their tongues back within a hundred times.

"Wait, listen to me!" Buckland ran over from a distance, dragging his chubby body, with one foot deep and one shallow foot.

Just now Gaoshan Fort held a military-industrial conference. As an outsider, it was not convenient for him to participate in such confidential occasions. He simply went to the wild to collect specimens to pass the time. I happened to have a face-to-face meeting with the lizard-men, and we talked a few words together.

"They are going to Pompeii." Buckland's glasses were crooked and there was no time to help. He was really worried that the conflict between the two sides could not be resolved.

"Go to Pompeii?" Richard couldn't figure out what the lizardmen were doing.

Pompeii is considered the most tolerant country to half-orcs in human society, but the average half-orcs will certainly not easily set foot on human land, after all, no tolerance is their own homeland.

"Your guard has recruited a lot of centaurs. This kind of thinking is not the only one." Buckland twirled the white hair on his chin, panting and said, "Your Majesty Sargerei has been recruiting powerful races many years ago. Naturalization of a half-orc is almost exactly the same as your idea."

"Our majesty seems a bit deviant." Richard's impression of the king was vague, limited to the gold coin head.

"Are you suggesting yourself?" Buckland curled his lips.

Although His Majesty Sargerei has recruited many powerful racial warriors, he has criticized a lot in the upper echelons. But compared with the mountain fort where even the leaders were half-orcs, it was almost feudalized like an old rice dumpling that had been sealed in a coffin for hundreds of years.

"They are not ordinary lizard people, but Skal lizard people. This trip is to prepare to defect to His Majesty Sargerei. Passing by the alpine castle, I want to contact the nobles of Pompeii first, so as not to make jokes at the time. The Skal tribe is changing It stopped in the distance. These people are the messengers of their tribe." Bucklan said all he wanted to say in one breath.

"Your Majesty only needs to fight against the race?"

Lord Lord looked at this group of dwarves who were generally half a catty tall with a binoculars, but the lizardmen, who were much thinner, almost laughed out loud, "Just these two pounds of dry meat, and I am embarrassed to admit to being a strong race, then I am still a Titan. "

"Could it be that they are also rich in shamans?"

Nehru shook his head quickly, the shaman is not a bean in the field, anyone can plant two. The races that are rich in shamans are so limited, and Skal Lizardmen are not one of them.

"Why then." Lord Lord thinks that it is impossible to lose sight of me in hand-to-hand combat-any qualified human soldier is absolutely capable of throwing a lizard man two yards away or holding it up with one hand. This body is even a sheep's head. Inferior, no matter how you look at it, it doesn't match the word "strong war".

Even if Skal was placed on the front of the title, they didn't see that they were anything special than ordinary lizardmen, and I didn't know what it meant to be emphasized.

Richard thought it was a little funny, and after telling the thoughts in his head to the people around him, he couldn't help but laugh with his belly.

But he stopped abruptly without a second laugh, because one of the others didn't laugh at all.

"Oh." Buckland sighed, feeling that this guy's ignorance would be useless.

Annie was discussing the export version of the weapon with the blacksmith. She turned around and gave Richard a blank look. "Don't underestimate them. The Skal people have another name—the dragon trainer."

"what!"

Richard's mouth was open enough to fit a whole pair of yellow duck eggs, and he had to push his dislocated chin back before he could continue to speak.

His first reaction was that Annie was absolutely talking nonsense. How could the proud creatures like dragons be so easy to tame, and the entire Pompeii, from kings to beggars, could not be counted as dragon knights who slapped humans. But after thinking about it, there is no need at all. Why do you want to stand up for a bunch of strangers who have never met.

"Don't be so excited." Annie understood what he was thinking. "Of course it can't be a real dragon, otherwise there would be no need to go to anyone. The Skal people domesticated a beast that looked like a dragon. It’s called the Sigar Grassland Traveling Dragon."

"Anne, this statement of the dragon trainer itself is not accurate." Bucklanto took down the glasses that Mr. Too had dropped, with a serious look of naturalist style. "The life form of the Skal is very special, and each member is born. It must be an egg twin who gave birth to an earthwalker and a lizardman at the same time. It is not a mount they tamed but a real blood relative."

"Are you saying that the Earth Travelling Dragon was born by the Skulls themselves?" Apparently what Buckland said was also unheard of for Annie.

"Yes, the new born Dragon Dragon is only the size of a cat. This is the magic of life."

"Teached, sir."

"Say it early, scare me." Richard patted his chest. Just now, his heart seemed to have hundreds of centaur tap dancing wildly together, but he hasn't completely calmed down yet.

Although both earth travel dragons and giant dragons are called dragons, they are just like rhinos and snails with the word ox. Raccoons and snowy ice bears are all bears. How can it be the same thing. It's like the gap between Buckland, the white tiger man and the real tiger man.

"Whether the reproduction subject is the Earth Dragon or the Lizardman?" Lord Lord's attention shifted quickly, and he smiled and raised his brows sharply.

"Earth travel dragons are all eunuchs, which can only be regarded as a by-product of the reproduction of the Skal people." Bucklan naturally did not hesitate to answer this little doubt.

"Wait, how big is the dragon?" Lord Lord finally realized that he had overlooked a blind spot.

If these lizardmen are weak and obviously have no combat effectiveness ~www.readwn.com~ but they are regarded as a strong race-of course, the problem can only lie with their earth travel dragons.

"Also..." Buckland paused on purpose, and a trace of teasing appeared on his old face, "It's also a little smaller than your iron-eating armadillo, and the natural hoofed structure is particularly good at charging."

"Crack!"

The outer iron shell of the telescope was squeezed into a twist, and the lord's face was shocked, unexpected, and greedy, and the complex expressions alternately changed.

The iron-eating armadillo is nearly three-edged at the shoulder and weighs more than four thousand pounds. Because the limbs have claws, it is actually good at melee than charging, but even so, its charging momentum is already very scary!

"Carefully take out the lens." Richard patted the scrapped lens barrel in Hutt's hand, and walked toward the checkpoint without looking back.

"Why are you going?" Bucklan asked subconsciously, looking at his back.

"I'm going to leave them in the high mountain fort." The lord's words were gone.