Ride and Cut

"I order you to immediately bless the other Minotaur with bloodlust and stone skin." Li Cha shook his head and raised his fingers to the distance, feeling that his posture should be very chic and famous.

"Yes, we also have shamans, and there are more than them." Robbie showed a satisfied smile on his face, as if someone who was about to drown was grabbing the last straw, "Wait, you said it wrong, it should be blessing..."

Because the jerky was bought and taught with a leather whip a while ago, the Second General Humha listened to the lord's words the most. They were dull-witted but easier to command. After holding the spell for a short time, a khaki halo fell head-on.

In the beginning, in order to bless the thaumaturgy as much as possible, Minotaur's position was too tight. After launching the charge, they only saw the enemies in front of them, so they didn't bother to disperse. They still maintained a fairly dense formation, and the range of effect of the stone skin technique covered almost every Minotaur.

Under the effect of the stone skin technique, their footsteps suddenly became heavier, and their charging speed also slowed down a lot. But it is foreseeable that these large skins will become more resistant to blows.

The goat-men vassals and soldiers around were very happy. The other party actually blessed their suzerain with the stone skin technique in a panic. They must have been too scared or even close to collapse. Maybe they don't need to pay any price at all, they can easily win the precious iron ore, and thus get the award from the shaman.

As soon as Nehru read the beginning, he was slapped down by the lord, "I said to bless the other Minotaur."

"What?" Nehru looked at Li Cha with his mouth half open and couldn't believe his ears. He was indeed preparing to bless the dwarves just now.

"Bless the Minotaur!" Li Cha said word by word.

Robbie's happiness and hope came to an abrupt end together with the shower. He and Nehru looked at each other and said together, "Are you crazy?"

"Hmph..." Li Cha untied the huge sword from his back, casually took two sword flowers, and stuck one on the stone, sparks scattered, "Am I crazy?"

Wherever the blade touches is the scope of the truth. Facing the truth, both Nehru and Robbie rationally chose to keep their mouths shut.

The kobold shaman stood up slowly and finished reciting the spell tremblingly, but he still couldn't make up his mind to bless the enemy. He believed that the lord must have been bewitched by the devil, and he didn't want to be dragged to hell by the madman.

"Hurry up!" Li Cha urged Nehru impatiently.

If it wasn't for the fear of delaying the business, he really wanted to kick this coward again as usual.

Nehru was trembling all over, his face was full of pain and entanglement, struggling and changing, but in the end he still couldn't struggle to show the courage to fight against the tyrant. A red light gushed out from his hand, fell on the Minotaurs and disappeared.

"The lord is crazy! The lord is crazy!" Snot and tears flowed down together, and Nehru fled backwards, rolling and crawling.

The double berserk and bloodthirsty Minotaur is about to become stronger than ever. He can break through the dwarves' defenses without any effort. The guards of that bullshit tyrant will definitely be wiped out immediately. At this time, the smart people must seize every minute and every second of precious time to escape.

"Pull this bastard back to me."

With a word from the lord, the kobold who hadn't run far was hit by Hutt who raised his hand and nailed the corner of his clothes to the ground with an arrow. Then the centaur ran over and picked it up like a rabbit with one hand.

"Keep your dog eyes open for me to watch!" Li Cha was so angry that he only hated that he didn't have a whip in his hand.

Minotaur, who was already in the double madness, took another bloodthirsty technique, and the muscles on his body suddenly swelled to the point of exaggeration. Those earthworm-like blood vessels on the surface of the body are twisted into a disgusting mass, and it seems that it has lost all the harmony that life itself should have.

It seemed impossible to stop these monsters unless the dwarves could immediately conjure up ten-bladed walls and steel gates.

Nehru and Robbie seemed to have suddenly become troubled brothers, hugging each other and screaming in despair.

Annie clasped her hands together in front of her chest, lowered her head and prayed silently. The morning after the rain was actually very cool, but there were big drops of sweat coming out of her forehead.

The dwarves who were preparing to meet the impact noticed all this, and even the dwarves who had always been as silent as a stone couldn't help but suddenly set off an uproar.

In the panic, few people noticed that a Minotaur suddenly fell to the ground while running and never got up again. But it didn't take long for them to discover the abnormality, because soon the second and third Minotaurs fell tremblingly one after another.

They watched quietly, silently, and motionless—in just a few tens of breaths, it seemed that an invisible and powerful plague began to spread rapidly among the Minotaurs. In just a few hundred yards, it turned out to be a road to death, and they fell down one after another, even in groups.

Only one tauren warrior walked staggeringly to a distance of only three or five yards from the dwarf, barely raising his gavel.

This was already the last single seedling left in their thousand hectares of land. The dwarves watched all this in astonishment. The unimaginable change made their minds go blank, and they couldn't even think of fighting back.

After all, the Minotaur failed to complete even one attack, shook his body twice, and fell down with the mallet as if pushing a golden mountain down a jade pillar.

He opened his mouth to spit out a series of bright red fish roe foam, the blood in his eyes gradually solidified, his nimble eyes turned into ashes, and his strong chest lost its heaves—dead.

The fall of the last Minotaur announced the annihilation of the enemy's main force. This news was not so easy for both sides to accept.

The sheep-headed vassals didn't react and continued to charge stupidly. They were greeted by hundreds of throwing axes flying into the air, and dwarf warriors who launched counterattacks.

"Why did this happen... Am I dreaming?" Nehru's nose and tears had not been wiped off, and he was in a shutdown state with his mouth half-opened.

Li Cha didn't hesitate to grab the kobold and slap him twice, "Does it hurt? Pain is not a dream."

The kobold looked at his hands, his eyes widened and his expression gradually turned into ecstasy: "Hey, I get it! I get it! My bloodthirsty thaumaturgy has mutated into a spell of mass destruction!"

"You know? You know what a fart!" With a straw in his mouth, the lord sent this unsightly idiot to eat shit.

"Speaking of which, this is the first meritorious service of my master's wise command." He picked up a barrel of ale and shook it vigorously twice, pulled the cork and pointed it at the sky—out of breath.

At this time, no matter how dull people were, they realized that it was this guy who did it, and everyone's eyes suddenly became like flies that found honey, sticking to him.

"Brother Richard, how did you do it?" Robbie's tone was dry as if he had just swallowed a piece of charcoal.