Ride and Cut

Senid once said: "According to the usual practice, nothing will happen this month."

But it soon turned out that the only value of the so-called convention is to break it.

The sun has not yet set, and the prediction of "nothing will happen" has come to naught. With the afterglow, many strange insects with slender limbs can be vaguely seen, just like fish swimming in the sea, freely rippling in the gray sandy soil.

This is the sand spider, with eight arthropods and a foot as long as two blades. The body in the middle is about the size of a calf, with a plump buttocks standing high up to the sky, and its body is covered with dense short khaki-colored bristles.

This appearance is a little stronger than the Domo rats I saw during the day, and it also belongs to the level that a glance can leave a lifetime psychological shadow on a child. Especially when dozens or hundreds of them are entangled together, people can't help but feel a chill hit the back of the neck.

Li Cha originally thought that eating sand to survive was pure nonsense, but now he is inevitably a little skeptical. After all, with the size of sand spiders, they must have a lot of food. Apart from sand, he really can't think of how to support them in this barren dead land.

"Looks like we have to do it again." Holding the quiver in his hand, Hurt carefully counted the arrows inside one by one. You must know that today is not the night of the full moon, and tomorrow night, of course, they will only make more noise.

In fact, the feather arrows produced by the system basically do not have any deviations. He did this purely out of a habit-many veterans have similar habits. The purpose is to let themselves find their status as soon as possible before the battle.

In many cases, the difference between youthfulness and sophistication lies in these inconspicuous little details.

"We Skaar people don't seem to be very suitable for defense..." Sitting on the wall of the city wall, Abu suddenly realized a problem.

"You can bring us arrows." Hurt took the initiative to comfort him.

"Senid is not allowed to speak at all." Gunther looked at Tiger Ranger with narrow eyes, until the latter's face flushed, then he laughed and patted him on the shoulder.

The entanglement between the sand spiders became more and more intense, and a cloud of dust was blown up, blurring the vision. A few particularly reckless ones gradually left the group and rushed towards the Goliath gap tentatively.

They took turns walking on eight legs, so fast that they seemed to be flying on the ground, crossed the stone wall and open space in the blink of an eye, and began to climb up the wall.

At this critical juncture, the lord did not panic at all, stepped on the waist-high crenel with one foot, and slapped his hands leisurely to attract everyone's attention, "Please don't do anything, Tiger Spirit Warriors, let us lost travelers try the water first."

This was a reasonable request that no one could refuse, so the tiger spirits had no choice but to shrug their shoulders, put away their bows and arrows, and give the centaur the best shooting position.

At first, Li Cha felt that these big spiders should be difficult to deal with, so he held the hilt of his sword and was ready to lead the team to launch a melee charge at any time. Behind them, the barbarian warriors lined up on both sides, silently putting down their visors, like cold metal sculptures.

The temperature suddenly seemed to drop a few degrees, and the wind on the face became less gentle.

The tiger spirit warriors, who were watching coldly, suddenly felt a little depressed—they prided themselves on being the most unrestrained beast spirits in the forest, and they were so comfortable floating around among the treetops. Seeing that these outsiders can only walk on the ground honestly, I have always felt a little complacent in my heart.

This complacency was completely shattered by reality at this moment.

As they lined up and prepared, the killing intent that should have been illusory seemed to suddenly solidify, turning into something sticky like plasma, spreading in the air, making everyone feel an urge to stay away.

This is a gift brought about by countless years of evolution, and life will naturally resist the dangers that exist in the subconscious.

Fortunately, they are born fierce tiger spirits after all, so if they are uncomfortable, they will not really do any embarrassing actions.

"Let go!" Li Cha snapped his fingers, and drew out his long sword smartly, ready to fight.

According to the usual rehearsal procedure in Gaoshan Fort, after the centaur fired a few rounds of volleys, it had to hand over the battlefield to the barbarian warriors and retreat to the second line.

However, there is no doubt about the level of the Alpine Castle Centaur. Even after the hand-to-hand combat begins, they can still shoot and support freely without worrying about accidental injury. It is definitely a trick that ordinary archers dare not even think about.

It's a pity that such a complicated tactical arrangement is completely winking at the blind. Although the sand spider looks scary, it is a soft-legged shrimp, and its real combat effectiveness is astonishingly poor.

It was useless to be shot by others, and a few centaurs released a round of arrows, easily piercing the faces of their paper tigers.

The seemingly rough and hard outer skin is actually very fragile, and it can't stop the sharp steel clusters at all. Accompanied by the continuous trembling of the bowstring, the flying arrows will almost completely sink into their bodies.

The sand spider didn't seem to be able to make a cry, and could only hear the sound of "pu chi pu chi" entering the flesh for a while.

But just looking at the posture of them falling from the halfway of the city wall like kites with broken strings, it is not difficult to know that the overall situation has been settled.

No wonder a tiger spirit with such poor equipment can keep sand spiders out of the stone wall year after year. Li Cha sighed with emotion.

He didn't mean to look down on the tiger spirit at all—as a mixed race specially bred by the Elf Empire for war, the tiger spirit was so powerful in terms of the average quality of the ethnic group alone.

Coupled with the fact that they are extremely brave by nature, have very keen senses, and are particularly strict in discipline, if these are not good at fighting, there is hardly any race left that can take on this honor.

But no one can deny that equipment is also a component of combat effectiveness, and it is a very important component. Precisely in this regard, the tiger spirits living in the forest are lame and almost amputated, which greatly restricts their upper limit of development.

In the long run, the use of inferior weapons is definitely an irreparable damage to the growth of fighters. The more proficient you are at playing wooden arrows, the more difficult it will be for you to get used to it even if you have a chance to get steel arrows in the future.

Nehru had just finished reciting the mantra, barely catching up with the last sand spider and firing a fireball. Once hit, it immediately burned violently like a barrel of alcohol. It was absolutely eye-catching in the dim light of the sky, drawing a magnificent end to this short debut.

"Why did you ask you to use a spell seriously? It's so slow to hold the spell. But when you want to save your life, you can talk so smoothly?" The lord looked down at the kobold shaman with doubts on his face.

"Uh, this..." Nehru opened his mouth halfway, frowning with serious thought, and said stutteringly, "I... I don't know either."