Ride and Cut

Li Cha looked at Gunther with a complicated expression.

Right now, the undead are rampant everywhere in Winter City, darkness and death are filled like mist, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a purgatory on earth.

Even a fool knows that in the face of danger, reporting to a group to keep warm is the best choice. Breaking away from the main force at this time is no different from leaving a spark out of the bonfire. It is difficult to maintain it alone in the miserable cold night, and it is almost only a matter of time before it goes out.

What's more, Gunther has to do far more than save his life, he has to go back to a specific place to get the magic stone and then turn it back!

The position under their feet was at least a thousand yards away from the original camp. This is still calculated according to a straight line, the actual distance will only be farther.

"If I have to go back and get that magic stone, I'm not blowing, I'm definitely the best candidate." Gunther shrugged pretending to be relaxed, and counted heads one by one with his fingers: "Look——"

"The boss has to stay here to confront the Undead Dragon, otherwise the other brothers won't be able to survive, right?"

No one could deny this, and Li Cha had a faint feeling that these undead seemed to be coming for him, although he still couldn't figure out why for a while.

"Abu is too small. It's hard to beat the walking dead. It's murder to let him go, right?"

The little Skaar muttered a few times, although he didn't want to admit it, but he had nothing to say after all. Without ground dragons, their strength in naked outfits is limited compared to rabbitmen and the like.

"And me." With a calm face, Hurt pulled out two large shiny machetes and swung them around with a cold look. "I'm in charge of the logistics. I'm responsible. Of course, I should take care of it."

"Pull it down, this is not the time to be brave." Gunther sneered, and raised two thick fingers, "First, the sound of the horse's hooves is too loud, and there is no way to hide it. Second, Hutt, I'll ask you, can you climb walls?"

Hurt was speechless. It is well known that due to the special body structure, it can be said that it is difficult for a centaur to climb a wall. And to return to the camp in such a chaotic and dangerous situation, wall climbing is almost a necessary skill.

"I'll think about it." Li Cha closed his eyes and massaged his temples.

He is human too, and he has feelings.

And Gunther was his earliest follower, and he has gone through many bloody storms along the way.

"Boss, our high mountain castle is a whole, just like hunting in our hometown before." Gunther spoke in a particularly disciplined manner today, and he was a completely different person than usual. "Today I am the most suitable, so I will go. If Hutt or Abu are the most suitable, they will definitely go too."

"Don't worry, boss." Gunther grinned, and the eyes of this northern man were shining with a heroic and blazing light at the moment. This kind of light has always belonged to the privilege of the real brave, "I was also a bear hunter in the tribe, and I am not a fool with no brains."

"Do you believe this yourself?" Li Cha didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

A fool saying whether he is a fool or not is like an alcoholic saying that he is not drunk, it has no credibility at all.

"Hey." Gunther touched the back of his head and didn't say much, and started to pack his equipment on his own.

Titan armor is too heavy to be used for sneaking and replaced with leather armor. For the same reason, the battle ax was too cumbersome and was replaced by Hurt's large scimitar.

Gunther quickly packed up, and when he was about to set off, he suddenly said to Richard, "Boss, in fact, I already knew that the reason why we people can become stronger through killing is definitely not because of some potions. How could there be so many potions in the world, and they are not Chinese cabbage."

The entire Winter City was in chaos, but the surrounding area suddenly fell into a strange silence, and no one spoke for a long time.

Li Cha looked at Gunther's simple and honest face and smiled, "Indeed, then why do you think so?"

Gunther blurted out without thinking: "It should be similar to Dracula, it is some kind of innate spell, I guess the boss may also be a favored one."

"I'll go too." Berserker Russell stood up. The two left together from the other end of the alley, and quickly disappeared into the thick night without a trace.

Li Cha looked around at the few people around, but he didn't see many surprised expressions on their faces. It was obvious that they had already guessed about this.

And it has to be said that their guesses are not far from the truth. Sometimes even Li Cha himself has to wonder, is it possible that this so-called system is really an innate spell?

It's hard to say yes, just as it's hard to say no.

Li Cha laughed at himself. He had always believed that these subordinates came from the wilderness or the ice field, so they must have little knowledge. So as long as you find a superficially passable reason, you can easily bluff them. But now it turns out that——

There are few real fools in the world, and those who can be deceived are often willing to be deceived.

"Everyone guessed it?"

What responded to him was a head bobbing vigorously up and down.

"Then why didn't you expose me earlier? I'm cheating you."

"Because you are our leader." Abu spread his hands helplessly, and said quite naturally: "Even if it is exposed, then I still have to hang out with you, and I can't afford to find small shoes to wear by myself."

"My lord." Hurt slightly pressed the brim of his helmet, "You don't have to worry, no matter what, we will follow you until the end of your life."

"Sigh." Li Cha sighed, sometimes trust is so heavy that people can't straighten their backs.

…………

This is a arduous task, at least at the level of hell, and the requirements for strength and courage are outrageously high.

Generally speaking, for this kind of task, success is a blessing, and failure is the normal state of life.

Li Cha imagined 10,000 possibilities, but he didn't expect that it would be useless for a quarter of an hour, and the magic stone had already been delivered to him. When they came, the two pushed and shoved each other, and they hated each other. It seemed that they were full and full, and they must have had a peaceful journey.

"Come here." Gunther stuffed a black stone heart into the hands of the lord.

"What's going on?" Li Cha could smell a strong sour smell from their bodies from afar, like pickled cabbage with a strange smell overnight.

"Ah...a little plan." Gang Manzi lowered his brows and looked shyly.

"Don't mention it." Roselle pinched his nose and looked at Gunther, his eyes full of undisguised disgust, "Before Gunther left, he was reluctant to part with the food in the carriage, and ate a full stomach of bread and bacon, and as a result, he started to feel sick as soon as he moved."

Gunther wanted to cover his mouth, but Roselle was unmoved at all, struggling to continue; "When he was hiding in the corner, he opened his mouth and spat all over us, and almost fainted me. As a result, the walking corpses didn't respond to us, and ran back to the camp to get the magic stone back."

"Maybe walking corpses use their sense of smell to distinguish living people." Li Cha was thoughtful.

But now is not the time to think about this, Dracula is almost cold lying on the ground, it will be too late if you don't hurry up.