Ride and Cut

When the sun falls to the end of the distant horizon, it converges its heat and becomes like a harmless duck egg yolk. The Pompeii army in the town of Chakesh has already divided their garrison camps and started to live and cook, and the smoke from the cooking is rising.

Under Bedric's intervention, looting against civilians has not yet occurred. The victims were cattle and sheep in the town, which were driven together with spears by heavily armed soldiers and slaughtered on the spot.

For an army marching long distances, it is also a comfort to have a mouthful of fresh meat. Not long after, the rich meaty aroma began to waft in the twilight.

In the Alpine Fort camp, Gunther held a sharp bone-eviscerating knife in his hand, wore a leather apron on his belly, and was dressed like a typical butcher.

But the targets he was going to cut were not animals, but stiff human corpses.

"What are you doing?" Li Cha just happened to catch up with this scene when he came back.

It was obvious that the corpses belonged to the Blood Knight, after all, the combination of bald heads and red flower tattoos is not common. Taking a rough look at it, almost all the remains of the blood knights are here, and they have been frozen blue and purple in the cold night.

Rao Li Cha has long been used to seeing blood, and now smelling the smell of stewed meat while looking at the dead bodies all over the floor, he also feels a surge of acid water in his stomach.

"Who the hell brought this thing into the camp!" The lord wanted to beat someone very much. He had a good appetite and was about to have a big meal, but now it was all ruined.

"Hush!" Gunther raised an index finger in front of his lips and blew vigorously, signaling Richard to keep quiet, "Boss, they have a very powerful alchemy item in their heart, and I'm about to take it out!"

Li Cha's eyes on Gunther suddenly became indescribable, and he had a bad feeling.

"You don't know how to use your brain. If such a good thing really happens, why should it be your turn?"

"After all, our Alpine Fort is the main attack, so it's reasonable to choose the spoils first." Gunther tried to keep his voice down, trying not to disturb the allies who were not far away, but his face was full of uncontrollable excitement. "And I found that other people didn't realize this problem at all, and I was the only one who discovered it!"

The lord directly covered his face, not knowing what to say.

There are always fools who think that they can be smarter than others for a while, and they are talking about the current Gunther.

As a kind of alchemy equipment, the advantages and disadvantages of the Fate Magic Stone are equally significant. The advantage is that it can quickly form a good combat power, and the disadvantage is that once it is captured on the battlefield, the enemy can quickly form a good combat power.

Stuart is not a dead pig, of course he will try his best to correct his shortcomings. Therefore, there is a small magic circle on the magic stone in the chest of each blood knight. Once the carrier dies abnormally, it will release a little fire element, which is enough to burn the delicate element circuit.

The magic stones with extraordinary magical effects are turned into waste, and there is not much recycling value at all.

After a long period of relay improvement by generations of alchemists, the reliability of the additional magic circle is astonishingly high, and it is unlikely that there will be accidental failures and the like.

Therefore, wanting to get the magic stone directly from the chest of the fallen blood knight is basically tantamount to an idiot's dream-it is obvious that Gunther is the idiot, and he is eloquently talking about how to fight wits and bravery to grab the ownership of this batch of spoils, and the dream of getting the magic stone soon.

This problem is common sense to the Pompeian military, and everyone knows it. But the barbarians were born in the northern ice fields, and they haven't had time to accept this common sense.

After listening for a long time, Li Cha realized that these useless remains were actually bought by Gunther with all his efforts!

The soldiers in the other parts were so dark-hearted, they pretended to be confused with their understanding, and they showed no mercy when they killed the price. Pat Chest assured Gunther that the blood knight's remains belonged to him, and in exchange, he would take away the ownership of all other trophies.

Gunther still felt that he had gotten a big deal, so he agreed without hesitation.

The lord, who wished that a copper coin could be broken into two petals, began to suck his teeth fiercely, his eyes roving Gunther's body like a boning knife.

"What's wrong?" Gunther touched the back of his head innocently. He felt that his lord's eyes didn't seem to be approving, but he couldn't figure out what the problem was.

"Dear Lord Gunther." Li Cha asked eccentrically, "If a fruit tree by the roadside is full of fruit but no one eats it, do you know why?"

Gang Manzi sucked his nose, "Everyone on the road is a fucking idiot."

The lord's voice was almost roaring: "Because the fruit is bitter! It is bitter!"

"It's bitter..." Gunther stared down at the sharp bone-eviscerating knife in his hand, not at all trying to figure out what the relationship between whether the fruit is bitter or not has anything to do with the magic stone.

The voice just fell.

"What's so bittersweet?" Bedric gnawed on the apple and staggered into the Alpine Fort resident. "It's time for dinner again. What's for today?"

There were a few attendants behind him, all of whom looked neither embarrassed nor embarrassed.

Ever since they found out on the marching road that the halfling cooks in Alpine Fort were superb, their dishes were extremely delicious, much better than the imperial chefs. Bedric often came over for a meal when he had nothing to do, and he even called it an exchange of feelings.

"Bullwhip stabbing." Li Cha snorted unhappily.

"What's a bullwhip?" Before he could answer, Bedrick quickly turned his attention to the remains piled up on the side of the road, and said as if he had found a treasure: "I said I couldn't find it anywhere, so it's all here with you."

He grinningly pulled out a dagger from his belt, threw it up and caught it with a hooked wrist, "Go and get a magic stone, don't mind."

"This thing should be useless, right?" The lord couldn't help but wonder if this guy came to make fun of him on purpose. Everyone knew that the magic stone would be destroyed after the blood knight died in battle, and members of the royal family had received the most comprehensive education since childhood, so it was impossible for them not to be aware of this.

"Take it back as a souvenir. After all, I'm the Blood Knight. The girls will scream for me." Bedric's eyes were bent into crescents, and he smiled and took a big bite of the apple.

Li Cha gave him a thumbs up, appreciating this line of thinking very much. But business is business, the lion should open his mouth or open his mouth: "Chenghui one hundred gold coins."

"One hundred gold coins?" Bedric rolled his eyes, and said unceremoniously, "Why don't you grab it! Ten gold coins, do you want it or not?"

It is better to be able to recover some of the capital than not to recover at all, so the lord had no choice but to nod to signify the deal. The entourage took the dagger and began to dismember it, but the cold at dusk in winter had already frozen the corpse hard, and the close-fitting dagger was more decorative than practical, so he couldn't get it out after working hard for a long time, so Bedrick went over to point fingers.

Dracula, who had been following Richard without any sense of presence, suddenly blinked twice. In that eye that was as quiet as stagnant water, there was an unusually bright brilliance at this moment, like a high-quality cat's eye gemstone.

He gently grabbed Li Cha's sleeve, and said in a voice as thin as a mosquito's snoring; "My lord, that man has something good on him."

"Huh?" The lord's first reaction was to look up at Bedric who was not far away, and he was relieved when he found that he had no response, and asked in a softer voice: "What is it?"

Degu stretched his hand and quietly pointed to the corpse lying on the ground that was being disemboweled, "In his chest, probably in the heart, there should be a magic stone of fate that did not self-destruct."

"Well, I see." Li Cha was extremely excited in his heart, but he couldn't see the slightest clue on his face, "Don't say anything."