Ride and Cut

It was difficult to hide any secrets in the chaotic formation of hundreds of people, and Li Cha immediately saw an old kobold with a hunched waist hiding among the robbers.

I don't know whether to say that he has a good command or is too stupid.

When the robbers were in a mess, the werewolf guards around him were still performing their duties loyally. At a glance, they were clearly distinguished from the ordinary robbers around him, and they were extremely eye-catching.

The old kobold's face was covered with brightly colored mottled paints, and around his neck were several skeletons of pikas and other small beasts, and he was holding a curved brown wooden staff in his hand.

Almost every feature on his body can make people immediately connect him with the concept of "wilderness shaman".

He holds a pint with one hand, and keeps spreading colorful spices with the other hand, while dancing and chanting. When Li Cha saw him, the dance master was just coming to an end.

Those falling spice powders began to burn violently in the air and turned into fly ash, and at the same time, sparks of sparks gradually gathered above the palm of the hand like swallows returning to their nests.

Under the constraints of a certain force, the invisible fire has a definite outline, forming a perfectly round fireball. The tongues of light blue flames continued to steam and linger, but they remained around the fireball all the time.

"Magic..." Li Cha slowly frowned as he looked at the sphere that was constantly emitting light and heat.

The old kobold showed a secretive smile, and with a light wave of his chicken paw-like palm, the fireball completed the transition from static to dynamic in an instant, drawing a straight trajectory in midair and flying towards the knight on the back of the giant beast.

Li Cha didn't even think about it, he volleyed on the fireball like he was hitting a baseball with his lance.

There was a loud bang, as if the container full of magma was broken, and the golden-red hot magma burst and flew all over the sky.

The lance in Li Cha's hand was immediately blown into several pieces, and even the ironed nail leaves that splashed on his body were reddened. The rough-skinned and thick-skinned iron-eating armadillo let out a painful whine for the first time, the extremely high temperature of the fire had pierced through the scales, and was burning the tender meat inside.

The barbarians were lucky, their position was slightly behind Richard, and they were almost completely unaffected.

The most tragic thing was the wilderness robbers directly below the explosion. How could they hide when a rain of fire fell from their heads?

Dirty and greasy hair began to burn, and large pieces of flesh peeled off the skeleton alive. The shrill and desperate screams were like the howling of a ghost in the abyss, accompanied by the pungent smell of burnt fat, spreading out together.

This change was obviously far beyond the old kobold's expectation. He stared dumbfounded at the mess of dead and injured, and plucked the few remaining hairs on the top of his head. I couldn't understand why the most proud magic would become a joke in front of the other party.

He pushed away the robber who was supporting him, threw the wooden stick to the ground in a panic, took out a black thin leather from his arms and tore it open forcefully.

Even with Li Cha's dull magic perception, he could detect a wave of obvious elemental fluctuations, and a red band of light like a veil floated from the leather that was torn in half.

The morale of the bandits had been extremely low after eating a fireball, but after being shrouded in this red light, their muscles began to swell, their fangs protruded from the corners of their mouths, and scarlet bloodshots slowly mixed into the whites of their eyes.

"Bloodthirsty thaumaturgy!" Li Cha was taken aback.

Awakening a shaman who can use elemental power in the indigenous tribe is an absolutely small probability event.

Due to the lack of an inheritance system and relying solely on talent for food, their witchcraft is often far inferior to the magic of human beings with various tricks. If you insist on saying that there is something better than a shaman than a mage, it must be the "bloodthirsty thaumaturgy" blessed by this group.

The effect of this kind of spell is not very high, but it is quite affordable. Blessing it on one's own fighters can stimulate the potential of the body and awaken the bestiality hidden in the deepest part of consciousness. If it is said that intelligent life covers human nature on the basis of animal nature, then the function of this kind of magic is undoubtedly to strip this layer of human nature again.

The most harmless bunny-headed man, blessed with bloodthirsty thaumaturgy, would also bite the intestines of wild wolves with his dies, but he might lose his strength and die after the duration expired.

Because the effect is too bloody and evil, this spell has a bad reputation in human society, but the wilderness natives don't care about it, as long as the effect is good enough.

The bandits approached slowly, clutching their weapons tightly, the remaining light of reason flickering in their eyes as they struggled.

The bloodthirsty thaumaturgy injected them with illusory courage, and the bloodthirsty beast in their hearts was grinding their teeth and sucking blood, but this courage was not enough to fight against the fear brought by Richard.

Those companions with their internal organs splattered out and died in strange ways were reminding them with their lives what a terrible butcher the knight in front of him was.

Those barbarian warriors who followed him were also the toughest stubblers. They were proficient in using spears and had amazing strength. No matter how you looked at them, they were the elite of the elite and the trump card of the trump card.

The robbers even felt very aggrieved-originally only the worthless wretches of the nobles would come to this unshitty place to open up, why don't you go to a more affluent place if you are so capable!

Sitting on the back of a shoulder-high three-bladed behemoth, if you want to attack enemies on the ground, you must use a long-handled weapon, and the spear has been destroyed.

Li Cha threw away the remaining half of the gun handle in his hand, jumped off the back of Zhui Feng, and drew out the long sword at his waist. Some stupid robbers saw the terrifying butcher leaving his mount, thinking they had an opportunity, and rushed up with their weapons.

The sharp blade was as fast as lightning, and most of them only saw an extremely bright flash of light before their eyes, and their consciousness slowly sank into nothingness.

Li Cha roared and rushed straight towards the kobold shaman.

The irritated robber couldn't hold back any longer, howling like a hyena seeing fresh meat.

Chopping up, swinging sideways, and slashing down, the giant-like strength and the cutting power of the sword made of star stainless steel are unimaginable, and the sharp knife feels crisp and crisp. The huddled robbers were as fragile as straw under a sickle, with limbs flying and blood spilling.

It's not that there are masters with outstanding martial arts skills trying to block, but the only result is that people and weapons are split in half. And the robbers' attacks fell on the three layers of heavy armor, which had no effect except to wipe out a stream of sparks.

Soon he could no longer set foot on the ground, for every inch of ground was covered with broken corpses and stumps, a killing that was almost as efficient as mowing grass.

Every time Li Cha and the barbarians took a step forward, groups of robbers fell down. Their fighting spirit is not weak, but in the face of the gap in strength, their strong fighting spirit can only make them die faster.

The kobold shaman turned his head and wanted to escape without saying a word, but the bandit who was blessed with bloodthirsty thaumaturgy had no reason to listen to the pleas of a little old man, and squeezed him firmly in the middle, unable to move.

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