Ride and Cut

Everyone has a heart of kindness, even if he is always holding back his stomach, he still has some respect for the truly kind people.

"Let's not talk about that for now." Li Cha waved his hand, "I heard from Annie that they have a shaman who can use mad thaumaturgy, have you seen it?"

When Nehru first joined Alpine Fort, he once said that the Tauren is one of the races rich in shamans. Unfortunately, according to Anne's information, the Bloodhoof tribe happened to have one, and they mastered the berserk thaumaturgy.

This spell can be regarded as an advanced version of bloodthirsty thaumaturgy in all aspects. It can more effectively improve the strength and fighting spirit of the holder, and even slow down the passage of time in their senses. Of course, the advanced version is definitely more difficult than the original version.

Being able to use this witchcraft shows a problem - the rank of the opponent's shaman is higher than that of Nehru.

"Yes." Sendak recalled for a moment, but patted Robbie on the shoulder, "Let's leave this kind of question to the patriarch, he is the most knowledgeable dwarf."

Pressure makes people collapse, but it can also make people grow at the fastest speed. In just one night, this unqualified temporary patriarch seems to have calmed down a lot compared to yesterday.

"The Bloodhoof Tribe does have a shaman who can use mad thaumaturgy. He is an old tauren with white horns." Robbit intentionally gestured on the top of his head - in many horned half-orc races, white horns are considered to be a symbol of wisdom.

"He usually uses maddening thaumaturgy at a distance of three or four hundred yards before charging, and I think he probably only knows this kind of witchcraft."

"Oh? How do you know that?" Li Cha asked.

"I read in a book that Minotaur shamans would wear feather crowns made of bird feathers and skulls. Every time they learned a spell, they would put a feather of the corresponding color on the crown." Robbie pinched his fingers on top of his head into the shape of a round hat. "The shaman's feather crown has only one red feather."

"But maybe he's hiding his strength." Li Cha stroked the stubble that had just appeared on his chin, unable to deny it.

In fact, it is very normal for a wilderness shaman to only know one kind of spell. Those who master multiple spells like Nehru are actually a minority.

The disadvantage of the lack of inheritance is here-many shamans have learned one and a half moves from nowhere and hurriedly opened up, and then they have to take the route of one move that is popular all over the world.

It is not completely useless to devote a lifetime of energy to the infinite excellence of a spell. For example, explore how to shorten the spell holding time, how to expand the application scenarios, how to refine the magic power to obtain a power bonus, and so on.

Some outstanding people can also achieve amazing things, but this is definitely just a helpless choice due to the situation.

No matter how proficient one is in cultivating just one spell, there will always be some shortcomings. In all likelihood, it cannot compare to the diverse collocations brought by several spells.

Human mages have always considered shamans half-baked, Gein did.

"They usually attach great importance to this, and they will not wear one less on purpose unless it is absolutely necessary." Robbie seemed very confident when he talked about this, and he was completely different from the shy performance before.

"That's true, my lord." Nehru hurried over and seized the opportunity to express himself. "I heard that Pompeii distinguishes professional titles based on the purity and quantity of accumulated magic power. However, in some places in the wilderness, the rules are different. It is based on the number of spells mastered."

After he finished speaking, he stretched out his chest and lay down, the dog's face was full of smug expressions.

According to that standard, Nehru who mastered two kinds of spells is obviously a more advanced talent than the tauren shaman who can only be mad at thaumaturgy.

"Oh." Li Cha understood immediately. .

Whether it is a mage or a shaman, it seems that the nature of spellcasters in the world is still the same, that is, they attach great importance to false fame, so how can they wear one less.

If it were a practical person like Lord Lord, it would be a dream to ask him to put half a feather in his head, and let the opponent slowly guess how many spells he knows.

"The Minotaur itself has the ability to be half-mad, and when combined with the berserk thaumaturgy, the effect is very terrifying. We call it double berserk." Robbie continued.

"I already knew that." Li Cha pursed his lips and tried his best to maintain his seriousness, but finally couldn't hold back a chuckle.

Looking at his inexplicable smile, Robbie suddenly felt that some ulterior conspiracy was brewing.

"Everyone, we don't have time to chat, the enemy army is coming." Sendak lifted the hammer and covered the visor of the helmet.

The light rain that had just stopped for a while began to patter again. He walked forward, and hundreds of heavily armed dwarf warriors were waiting patiently. There was no sound, only the crackling of water droplets on the iron armor could be heard.

The rain in the distance is like fog, which makes the looming Minotaur appear even more mysterious, like an undead walking out of hell. The dwarves at the scene felt a little heavy in their hearts when they were about to fight against such an enemy.

The blood left by the bear man last night has not completely dried up, and this land has ushered in a new visitor, and it is even stronger. Even the most indifferent person can't help but wonder why they are so troubled.

The Minotaur had come four hundred yards away, and the rain and fog at this distance could no longer prevent them from spying on each other.

There was inevitably some commotion in the dwarf queue at this moment, and the creaking sound of armor rubbing against each other seemed extremely abrupt in the tranquility.

It would be too harsh to judge the dwarves not brave enough because of this, because even Richard couldn't help being shocked by the strength of the Minotaur. The body of the gigantic ox head with three blades is full of muscles that bulge like a ball, moving smoothly with every movement. There are thick blue blood vessels distributed on the body surface, like earthworms wriggling.

They are not even equipped with metal weapons. They use a kind of mallet with a thick front and a thin back. It looks very primitive and rough, and it is essentially no different from children's toys.

But I'm afraid no one has the courage to laugh at their poor equipment, because the length of the mallet is close to two blades, which is beyond the scope of weapons for humans, and it is more suitable for latching doors.

Their mallets have no sharp points at all, which is more in line with the temple concept than the templar who insists on not sharpening their weapons, and only deals damage with blunt strikes. It's just that with the strength of the Minotaur, once it is swung on a person, it is probably enough to crush half of the body into a meat paste.

Li Cha whistled at them, "These guys are really strong, we'll see if we can catch some of them and sell them to the Colosseum."

"It must be worth a lot of money." Gunther's tone was very natural.

"The premise is that their lives are tenacious enough." Hurt was evaluating carefully with his chin in his hand.

Sendak coughed a few times as if choking on water, turned his head to look at the people in Gaoshanbao who felt good about themselves, and looked completely at the lunatic.