Ride and Cut

At night, a raging bonfire is lit in the mountain fortress, which glows orange in the starless night.

Mental tension or excitement will cause physical strength to drain quickly, so fighting is actually more tiresome than any heavy work. The barbarians and centaurs as strong as meat are all listless after a battle, and most of them went back to their rooms to rest.

Only a very few animals with the most energy are still trying to watch the fun, including Li Cha.

A log stood beside the campfire, and a kobold shaman was hung upside down on a hemp rope.

Mere war is never the goal, the goal is the gains that war can bring. Now that the bandits have been defeated, it is logical to receive their tribe's population, livestock, and property. This is the eternal law of survival in the wilderness.

Doing so requires intelligence, and the source of intelligence naturally falls on the most respected kobold shaman among the bandits.

In the afternoon, Li Cha put his hands on his hips in a gesture of scolding Fangqiu, and gave the highest instruction-to overcome all difficulties, he must pry open the mouth of the kobold shaman, and contribute to the great cause of the Alpine Fort.

There is a saying that when Shangfeng moves his mouth, Xiaguan breaks his legs.

Hurt was whipped, and Gunther, more viciously, went to the pincers.

The two of them were afraid of killing the dog-head shaman, so they didn't dare to do anything cruel. But even so, the two of them were sweating from the busy work from the afternoon to the evening.

Shamans are not as weak as human mages, and their practice system includes strengthening the body. So the old kobold is still carrying it hard, despite the torture and pain so much that he can't even howl, he still refuses to speak.

He is particularly afraid of death, because he is afraid of being executed after he finishes speaking. This kind of person can sometimes withstand the torture that ordinary people cannot bear.

Li Cha got impatient and went out himself, grabbed his collar, but gave him a slap on the left and right, and the strong kobold shaman immediately succumbed.

He opened his mouth, and there was not a single fang left in his mouth, which fell out one by one mixed with blood and saliva.

"Name?"

"Nehru."

"What the hell is this?" Li Cha shook the skin that was used to release the bloodthirsty thaumaturgy.

"The leather talisman is equivalent to your human's magic scroll." Nehru's cheeks on both sides quickly swelled up to palm height visible to the naked eye.

Kobold teeth can regrow and grow back, but knocked-out guts can't.

"The skin of a monster?"

"No." Nehru honestly began to pour beans into the bamboo tube. "We kobolds have very thin red dragon blood. More than ten years ago, there was a deformed child with a particularly high concentration of dragon veins, but he died a few days after birth. I took his skin as a base and burned his ashes as paint to make this leather talisman."

"This guy will put gold on his face." Gunther whispered to the people around him, and Hurt nodded vigorously.

Kobolds always like to claim to have thin dragon veins, it is hard to tell whether it is true or not. But even if it is true, it will not change their cowardly and incompetent status quo at all. Kobolds are still kobolds.

"Coincidentally, I met a dragon vein goblin a few days ago." Li Cha guessed boredly that maybe a giant dragon had really been active in this area, and had a very unique taste in sowing seeds.

"I know him. We fought wars in the winter before, and we both suffered from each other."

"You are very honest, and honesty is a precious quality." Li Cha drew out his long sword, and before the kobold could react, the sword flashed and broke the ropes that bound his hands and feet.

Nehru was covered in cold sweat from the white hair brushed against his skin. He habitually wanted to open his mouth to curse, but before he could speak, he realized that he was in a bad situation, and forced himself to hold back.

"How many people are staying in your tribe now, and what is their strength?"

"Gone."

"Be honest!" Hurt raised his hand and hit the whip, hitting the kobold's most pain-sensitive nose, causing him to scream and fall to the ground in pain.

"It's gone! The best warriors are all defeated, and the ones left behind are no match for you."

"Be more careful." Li Cha spread out the toilet paper, holding a half-burnt wooden stick in his hand as a charcoal pencil.

From a common sense point of view, the strength of the left behind troops is of course not as good as that of the main force going out. But the experience in the southern province tourney taught him many things, such as being cautious is always a virtue.

While Nehru was speaking, he was memorizing. These things can only be used as a reference, and the investigation will still be carried out at that time. This is the case in marching and fighting. If you don't pay attention, you will capsize in the gutter, and if you capsize, you will be doomed.

"By the way." The night was getting dark, and Li Cha was also a little sleepy. He was going to go back to sleep after asking the last question.

"Are shamans common in the wilderness?"

"It's not common. Only our kobolds, trolls, and tauren are rich in shamans, and shamans from other races are rare." Nehru paused, and continued, "By the way, trolls have actually produced many shamans, but their brains are too stupid, like mallets."

He felt a little aggrieved that the dignified shaman was captured by a warrior who didn't understand the shaman's witchcraft at all. His self-esteem as an elemental user was at work, but the reality forced him to bow his head.

Li Cha yawned halfway and held it back in his throat. He leaned forward and looked at Nehru, "Then what spells do you all know?"

"Our kobolds have the blood of the red dragon, so they generally master the element of fire. Most of the tauren seem to be of the element of earth. I haven't dealt with trolls so I don't know, but the specific spell depends on each person, even if it is..."

"Where's the giant monster!" Li Cha impatiently interrupted Nehru, who couldn't grasp the point.

"Trolls can master all kinds of spells, and their power is often astonishing. But their talents often hurt themselves, because they are too stupid and curious. It is said that most trolls will accidentally kill themselves with spells at most ten days after becoming a shaman."

What Nehru told was the most popular joke in shaman circles. In the past, as long as it was told, it would immediately burst into laughter. But the lord of Gaoshan Castle folded his arms and looked indifferent, obviously not even the slightest intention to laugh.

So the kobold shaman immediately felt that his wisdom had been desecrated, and once again lamented his unfortunate fate in his heart.

"good very good."

Li Cha slapped his thigh suddenly, and stretched out his thumb approvingly to compare to the old kobold.

The idea in his heart is gradually taking shape, but it is not yet clear whether it will work or not, and he will have to find time to try it out.

Just when Nehru was delighted to think that he was finally getting attention, Li Cha picked up a hemp rope and tied him tightly into a rice dumpling himself.

The lord of Alpine Fort is an ill-informed woodpecker, curious and wary of things like magic. I was very worried that the kobold shaman would lower his head or make Gu worms at him at night, so he simply tied his hands and feet and hung him on a stick like a pig.