Ride and Cut

The reason why these Gaoshanbao people behaved so terribly was not just for flattery.

They really have reason to be surprised-you must know that the two attributes of resistance and clumsiness often accompany each other and even complement each other. Because anti-strike requires a solid structure, and a solid structure is often heavy.

So sometimes, you have to make a trade-off between flexibility and defense.

Of course, it's not really possible to be both flexible and defensive. For example, leather armor made of dragon skin is very light and flexible, and its defense is comparable to heavy plate armor. However, this kind of good treasure is often hidden in the private warehouse of the nobles, and it is difficult to buy even if you have money.

Li Cha has obviously become very resistant now, but unexpectedly his actions are not so slowed down. It can be said that he only takes advantage and does not suffer losses, which is really the style of his own lord.

"It really made you pick up the treasure." Annie said with sincere emotion.

"That's right." Melissa nodded. The vision of this elf mistress is very precise. "Not to mention the flying ability that can only be mastered at the Moonlight level, just the two effects of 'magnetic power' and 'body like iron', combined with Richard's natural power, I think it's a monster."

"You can't say that." The lord himself was very calm, "My original strengths have been further strengthened, but my shortcomings have not been made up for in any way."

"What's your shortcoming?" Annie asked.

"Lack of long-range means, lack of quick maneuverability, and more importantly, lack of group damage ability." Li Cha shook his head, "Even if the opponent is the worst, I can only hit him with one punch and one sword, which is not efficient at all."

Li Cha felt depressed when he thought of this.

The last time he was fighting sand spiders with Tiger Spirit in the New World, under the shadow of the bright moon, he held a long sword in his hand, and the cold light shone like no one could beat him. How exciting it was to play! Anyone who is seen by someone with a little vision has to come up and hug his thigh to learn from his teacher.

As a result, in the end, the gains were not as good as those witchcraft scrolls thrown by Nehru, so that the lord almost didn't spit out a mouthful of old blood.

"Come on." The old white tiger Buckland sneered at this, "Everything is good, but everything is lame. In this world, strengthening strengths is much more important than making up for weaknesses."

Seeing that Li Cha still looked disapproving, he said earnestly, "Li Cha, to be a lord, you have to learn how to divide the work. You are the king of duels in the mountain castle, so be the king of duels. As for group injuries or long-distance issues, leave it to your followers and subordinates to solve."

"You can pack everything you want by yourself. You can be a lone ranger. It's so cool to walk around the world alone. Why bother? When a leader is in charge of a group of people?"

"Elder Buckland is really a wise man." Sister Melissa praised without hesitation.

"Mum, you're overrated." The old white tiger nodded slightly, with a personable demeanor, which seemed to be the case.

"Yes." The lord nodded.

In any case, there is no doubt that the Heart of Iron treasure map is indeed very powerful.

Li Cha plans to let them all get started if some of the barbarian berserkers can advance to Xinghua in the future. However, this matter probably has to wait, because the growth of ordinary soldiers' attributes is improved step by step according to a fixed template, and there is no such thing as free addition.

Even if the lord is the owner of the system, he still cannot break this rule. And they have to wait for their self-cultivation to gradually improve—I don’t know if they will see that day in their lifetime, after all, the orthodox crazy cultivation method has long been lost.

Hero units can add points freely, and Li Cha really tried to teach the Holy Word Prayer to several "heroes", but the result was very unsatisfactory.

The prototype of the Holy Word Prayer is madness, which dates back to ancient times and is the unique skill of berserkers. Later, after being improved, ordinary human beings can also start practicing, and the scope of application has been greatly increased, which is a qualitative leap.

But, that seems to be the end of it. The holy word prayer that can be applied to all human beings can only be applied to all human beings.

Judging from the results taught by Li Cha, Hurt, Abel, Abu, and the tiger elf Senid, these elder brothers who are not in the generalized human pedigree, have always been difficult to get started, and in the end they can only choose from getting started to giving up.

The lord guessed that the difference in body structure might have caused this result.

The only person who succeeded initially was Gang Manzi, who barely sensed the existence of Huili, but there was still a long way to go before successfully condensing Huili eggs.

If the talent of the lord of the Alpine Fort is above average, he can disdain most ordinary people. That guy Gunther is basically a stone in a latrine. The simplest entry took several months, and it can only be looked down upon by ordinary people, and it is hopeless for anyone to come.

It is a daydream to expect him to advance by himself, after all, he still has to rely on adding points to have a chance of survival. The problem is that although Gunther's level is not as high as his own lord's, it is not low. It's not easy to scrape together tens or hundreds of free proficiency points for him.

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There is nothing wrong with Gaoshanbao right now, and it's time to set off to mediate the meeting.

Li Cha didn't bring too many people with him, and he didn't need too many people to mediate. They only brought the two generals Henha, Gunther, Hurt, and Dracula, plus a very capable mixed guard team, a total of less than thirty people.

They had to go to Cologne first, and then diverted to the capital city of Frieds to join other participants to form the Pompeii Mission, and then set off for the Church of the Holy Light together. It is said to be one of the smallest countries in the entire human world. The entire territory is located in San Jose, including only three or four small cities.

The entire journey will draw a right-angle discount on the map, and it may take more than a month just to travel.

The departure of the lord of the Alpine Castle must have made some people feel lost, and it must have made some people ecstatic. In any case, it will be difficult for those left behind to see him again in a short time.

As a result, less than half a day after departure, when Hurt lifted the car cover to get the water bag, he accidentally discovered that Nehru was also in the carriage, and he opened his eyes dazedly with the shaking of the carriage, showing a very confused look.

"Where is this?"

"On the way."

"What way?" The kobold shaman vaguely felt that something was wrong, as if something was out of control.

"The way out."

"Okay, Nehru, I didn't take you, but I sneaked up by myself." The lord patted him on the shoulder, rarely showed an encouraging smile, and casually drew a big cake for him, "It's very rare, next time I will definitely promote you to the deputy team leader, next time."

Nehru opened his mouth halfway, his small eyes were full of bewilderment. In any case, he couldn't figure it out—it seemed that he had left for a while to celebrate the faint-hearted king last night, and then found a place to take a nap with his head in a daze, how could he be on the logistics carriage prepared for the trip.

Hmph The second general was looking at the other party, covering his mouth and giggling, his eyebrows were about to drop with joy.

There was a strong impulse in Nehru's heart, and he wanted to ask if he could go back now, but he forced himself to swallow the words. As a wilderness shaman, he wasn't stupid enough to find out the truth of death.

"My lord, I can't live without you for a day." Nehru grinned, trying to smile brightly.

"Oh, then I will definitely take you with me next time." Gang Manzi curled his lips.

"thump."

"Heatstroke?" Hurt lifted his eyelids, revealing his pale eyeballs, "My lord, Nehru seems to have suffered from heatstroke."

"Poor." Li Cha sighed, and as soon as his breath came out, it condensed into a white mist in the cold air.

It's so cold.