Ride and Cut

When the caravan's carriage once again drove into the wall culvert of Coron, Richard couldn't help feeling very sad.

Came to Coron alone by car to face the uncertain future as if yesterday, leading dozens of barbarians to face the indigenous counterattacks and had no choice but to let go. It was as if yesterday, and the **** battle of the northern expedition in order to fight for development space still seemed yesterday.

They were piled up one by one yesterday, and they have already changed the world.

Just look at this caravan—nearly a hundred barbarian infantrymen, dozens of centaur riders lined up on both sides to serve as guards, equipped with extremely sophisticated equipment, particularly capable movements, and extremely indifferent. Everyone knows that they are elites in battle.

Escorting thousands of prisoners and a huge number of trucks, it stretched for hundreds of yards, shocked that the small caravans were too busy to make way for them, for fear that they would become targets of anger and they would not make sense.

The eyes of those city gate guards have changed, and their guards are mixed with deep awe. This is the treatment that big people can only enjoy.

"Man, the Woya firm has developed, and you guys are also making a lot of money." An old guard with a pleated face was holding a pipe and wanted to borrow a fire from Richard. He took the opportunity to say something like, "What is it," Have you gotten into the squad leader."

"roll!"

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After entering the city, most people will follow Annie to complete the first trade in the history of this mountain fort.

Only the lord himself was left standing on the wide street, just as when he first came to Coron.

"Day." Richard sighed and shook his head, then laughed again in a blink of an eye.

In fact, there should have been several entourages who accompanied him, but they were all sent away by the lord himself. But it's not a single figure-"Qiqiu." A black squirrel with slippery fur jumped out of the carriage and crawled all the way down the trouser legs to the shoulder like a gust of wind.

Richard bought a handful of sunflower seeds from a stall on the side of the road, nibbling and walking along the street. From time to time, he also moistened a few of them to Qiqiu, beaming the little things with joy.

He wondered if he should bring a gift to Old Sauron, and walked around for a while. I didn't buy the present, I was thirsty after walking for a long time, and walked into an open-air tavern on the side of the road.

Pompeii like to drink, so this open-air tavern for civilians is everywhere, and there will be a maple tree in the yard. Old drunks know it at first glance. There are no mercenary warriors with swords and swords who come to drink. They are ordinary citizens who casually spend their time.

The maple trees in this tavern are lush and lush, and the trunks of the two of them hug each other.

Throwing a silver coin to the bartender, in exchange for a large glass of rye and a flattering smile, Richard found a seat in the shade, leaning on the trunk and sipping slowly.

"Is there any ice." Lord Lord always felt shortcomings.

The bartender rubbed his hands awkwardly. The ice cubes in this season are either winter ice storage or magical creations, neither of which are unlikely to appear in a civilian outdoor tavern.

"Forget it."

Before the wine bottomed out, the bar door was pushed open again from the outside.

"Three glasses of rye, come up quickly."

A large amount of copper was spilled on the cabinet, and the bartender stretched out his fingers and counted them one by one, his expression suddenly becoming very miserable. The amount of money was just right, and he didn't even have a tip for half of him. It was a far cry from the customer just now.

Richard instinctively reacted and glanced up, and couldn't hold back his joy.

A total of three people came in, leading an old horse, the tail was so bald that there was not a single piece of hair left, only a short stump of meat remained.

One of these three people is white and needless, walking in the forefront; one is slightly darker with head and braided hair, obviously a bit of barbaric blood; there is also a thin middle-aged man with a bow and arrow hanging on his waist, and he leads the horse at the end of the team.

They have a plate armor that looks pretty good-three people add up to a set. As if they were afraid that others would not notice, they were divided into three parts and put them on the three of them.

The iron gloves belong to the white-faced leader, the armor boots are on the **** feet, and the breastplate and leg armor belong to the last horseman.

"One more grilled pork knuckle, one beef tongue, one... three pieces of butter bread." The **** man seemed to be hungry, and he ordered a lot of food in one breath.

"Not enough money~" The bartender rested his cheek with one hand, and fiddled with the copper on the counter boredly with the other.

"Bang!" The **** slapped the table, and the three glasses of rye were swiped together. "My lord is the Baron Mountain Castle, the Scarlet Ripper, and Baron Richard the most respected by the natives of the wilderness. He can still owe you this. How many small dollars?"

The lord, who was looking up and drinking from the bottom of his glass, couldn't hold back, and a sip of rye spurted all over the sky, and the aroma of the wine suddenly filled.

If you walk too much at night, you will always meet the undead. The sage really has great wisdom. He never expected that one day he would encounter a Xibei who impersonated himself!

"It seems that this friend must have heard of Baron Richard's name long ago." Big Black's eyes lit up.

"That's true..." The lord was entangled in pain, grabbed a rag and rubbed two Qiqiu that was sprayed with ale, "I've heard of it a long time ago."

"Is that Richard who had a clever plan to get rid of the bull's head and set the world in the rain?" The bartender stopped playing copper and asked enthusiastically.

People like him who spend a lot of time in the tavern are naturally familiar with the recent popular stories in the market.

"More than that." The **** snorted his nose very proudly, his head was dangling, "A while ago we defeated an entire Stuart army with only three hundred people, and it is now spread in those big taverns. Now, it’s normal for your restaurant to be inadequate and never heard of it."

Richard smacked his lips. He didn't expect that Annie's movements were so fast that it had been spread after only a few hours in the city.

Celebrity worship is taken for granted in this open-air tavern, so the dishes they want are quickly served on the table, and the three of them begin to eat and drink carelessly.

"So you are the Baron Gaoshanbao?" Lord Lord asked while holding a bouquet of sunflower seeds in his hand.

"Exactly." The "Mountain Castle Baron" wiped his mouth with a handkerchief, his posture was obviously much stronger than that of the original, nodding and bowing his head, showing a bit of grace and calmness.

He stretched his hand behind his back and drew out the great sword vigorously. Suddenly, there was a cry of air-conditioning in the tavern...This sword was used to slash people, it was really bad, and it was more than enough to lift it back to be a door panel. How much force can be exerted on the arm of this thing!

"God~www.readwn.com~ deserves to be the Scarlet Ripper!" Someone screamed immediately.

Richard lowered his head slightly to hide the smile on his face, and almost couldn't hold back a laugh.

As a senior expert in the field of hand-to-hand combat, he could tell at a glance that the sword was wrong. It seemed to be made of light iron, and its weight and hardness were only about one-fifth of real iron.

"This is the dragon-slashing giant sword. Once this sword is drawn, there is a rule that you can't go under the sheath if you don't see blood."

After the **** finished speaking, the breathing of the idlers in the tavern seemed to have been pressed by the pause button. Look at me and I look at you, their expressions are all weird.

However, the **** guy immediately drew the meat-cutting knife from his belt and stroked his palm. The blood dripped on the blade and spread. Only then did "Li Cha" take the sword back into its sheath, and the idlers' breathing became smooth again, shouting. Screamed well.

Lord Lord is the one who slapped the hands most enthusiastically among the idlers. He didn't use Dragon Slashing to chop wood and shovel the soil twice. It seemed that he was a mere messenger of the famous sword.