Ride and Cut

"This is Lord Richard, the famous warrior of Pompeii. He is here to help us resist the robbers." Anne didn't bring a draft at all when she boasted.

The dwarf warriors saluted him by touching their chests together.

Regardless of whether the title of the famous warrior is worthy or not, being able to come to help punches at this time is worthy of their heartfelt thanks, which is the minimum etiquette.

"Then your battle qi cultivation must be very advanced?" Robbie asked hopefully like a child grasping at the last straw.

"I'm sorry, I haven't practiced fighting qi before." The lord's expression was as usual.

From any point of view, this Robbie is too faux pas. Li Cha doesn't know how old he is now, but he is undoubtedly too immature psychologically, and he can even be said to be completely immature.

The death of his father and brother and the plight of the tribe probably made his inner world close to collapse, and the pressure that he could not vent tortured his reason like a file, so it is actually normal to behave strangely.

Li Cha was not angry at all, and he even sympathized with him in his heart. It was undoubtedly a tragedy for all the dwarves, including himself, to have to bear this responsibility that should not be borne by him.

"You haven't practiced fighting qi before, how can you become a famous warrior?" Vivid and vivid disappointment melted on Robbie's face.

"Rely on peers." Li Cha smiled cheerfully at him.

When he first joined the dwarf tribe, in order to avoid misunderstandings, he only set out with a shield, and the exaggerated dragon-slaying sword was left in place.

How about Hurt being a sycophant who worked so hard to bring the weapon to the lord, and it was only now that he had the chance to hand it over to him.

Li Cha saw some blood and mud on the blade, took it and waved it twice to try to shake it off.

It was a guy weighing more than seventy pounds. Holding it with strong arms, it instantly turned into a black shadow that was hard to catch, drawing a character horoscope in midair.

The dull humming sound of the heavy weapon breaking through the air was heard all of a sudden, and the wind of the sword caused the dry grass leaves on the ground to take off and whirl.

It is worthy of being a fine product made by a centaur blacksmith with heart. It is not very dirty at all.

Those dwarf warriors stared straight at once.

All of them are connoisseurs who have been playing iron for a lifetime, and they can estimate the weight with a glance from the corner of their eyes.

The weight of 70 to 80 pounds does not seem to be very exaggerated, and an ordinary adult farmer who is frail and sick can hug it even with his strength.

But in fact, holding up and wielding the weapon are two basic concepts. The average person's weapon is only five or six pounds, and dwarves who claim to be strong rarely use more than thirty pounds. No matter how heavy it is, it is difficult to maintain flexibility.

How exaggerated and brilliant the physical strength should be to be able to play with a weapon of this weight as light as a feather.

There is never only one path to combat power, and all roads can lead to Cologne in the end. In the face of such power, it doesn't matter whether you are fighting or not.

"Can you set aside a place for my subordinates to rest, we've been driving all night and fought again, and we're very tired." Li Cha put away his epee and yawned.

"Many of the tribe's stone houses are already empty. Although it may be a bit short for you, it should be no problem just to rest."

Li Cha led the people to the station assigned to Gaoshanbao, Annie walked beside him, hesitated for a while before speaking.

"Robby is not like this usually, he..."

"He's not suitable to be a patriarch at all, especially at this time of year." Li Cha said while walking, "God, just standing there is bad for morale."

"Li Cha, you are too harsh. He is only forty-five years old this year, which is equivalent to a child of thirteen or fourteen in human beings." Annie was also very helpless.

"I can fully sympathize with his young age, but can the enemy also sympathize with him?" Li Cha simply stopped and asked.

"The original old patriarch was Robbie's father. He was a stubborn old man." Annie reached out and brushed her drooping hair to her ears. It didn't rain much tonight, but standing outside made her hair almost completely soaked.

"But I didn't expect him to die."

"It seems that the roof was broken, but it just happened to be in time for the overnight rainstorm to meet such a treasure." Li Cha sighed and shook his head.

He probably understood what was going on - the original old patriarch and several heirs died in battle one after another, and Robbie was the logical first heir. But unfortunately, his age, ability and personality are not suitable to be a patriarch.

So this already precarious dwarf tribe became even more precarious.

"Actually, Robbie is the smartest dwarf I've ever seen, but his intelligence is limited to tinkering with some weird things." Annie suddenly remembered the magical eagle eye tube, "I think you two should have something in common."

"The premise is that we can win this battle." Li Cha rolled his eyes and walked towards the campsite without looking back.

The dwarves, women and children, were pouring out chunks of roast meat and ale to the friendly soldiers, and it looked like they were well stocked.

Li Cha was really hungry after the whole night without grinding his teeth. He bent down and walked into the room to pick up a piece of roasted lamb rib, tore off the meat and stuffed it into his mouth, nodding while chewing.

Ethnic barbecues who are good at using fire are really good at it. The ribs in his hand have a delicate fusion of smoke and fat in the flames. It has a simple and mellow meaty aroma, which is the most satisfying thing for him tonight.

However, he just stopped after eating a little bit. Now no one can tell when the enemy will attack, so he must stay in the state of battle at all times. When he was on the martial arts arena before, he knew that eating too much before the battle would affect his performance.

The stone roof was too low, Li Cha could barely stand upright, and Gunther could only sit cross-legged on the ground.

This former icefield hunter is also very experienced. Just like his lord, he only ate half full and began to lean against the wall and close his eyes to rest.

"Boss, why do I feel that the stone house is shaking a bit." Gunther sat up again after not resting for a long time, touched the back of his head and looked at the wall behind him suspiciously.

"No way, I don't think this house looks like cutting corners."

Li Cha is extremely energetic, and staying up all night is not even hairy for him. Sitting at the door, he was enthusiastically teaching a few dwarf children to play poker, and he had almost won all their jelly beans.

The situation is in danger, and no one knows whether he can see the sun tomorrow. His big heart is just like the spring breeze. The dwarves who saw this scene were both disdainful and had to admit in their hearts that they were somewhat admirable.

After all, even if it's a pretense, at least half of it must be true to be able to pretend to this point.