Ride and Cut

Those brave and skilled Minotaurs fell one by one on the road, no more dignified than pigs waiting to be slaughtered. It seemed like a vain dream to everyone, and they still find it hard to believe.

Although the two sides were originally hostile, the shock of seeing life disappear like a mustard still made everyone feel their throats dry up uncontrollably.

"Ahem." The lord cleared his throat, and the scene was so quiet that a needle could be heard, waiting for him to reveal the answer.

"Hurt, go and catch that shaman for me first." As a result, he took the topic away as soon as he opened his mouth.

Hurt whistled and led several tribesmen to gallop away.

"Li Cha, don't be fooled." Annie had heard about his plan a long time ago, but now that the dust had settled, she suddenly wanted to hear it again.

"Actually, it's worthless to put it bluntly, but you don't dare to think about it." The lord did not intend to hide his secrets.

"The bigger the body, the heavier the burden on the heart of life. This is the law of the operation of all things. Although the Minotaurs are good at fighting, they are only limited by mortal things. It is already very hard for their hearts to support such a huge body." In the eyes of those who don't know the truth, Richard's posture of talking now is completely like a master of magic.

If only he knew something about magic.

To pass on a word, some people who react quickly and have a flexible mind, such as Robbie, have already shown an expression of enlightenment after hearing this sentence.

"Semi-madness, berserk thaumaturgy, bloodthirsty thaumaturgy, although the effect is very good. But it will further increase the burden on their cardiovascular system, and the stone skin technique is equivalent to increasing the load..."

"So so many kinds of burdens added together, broke the limit of what the Minotaur could bear, and caused fatal acute visceral disease?" Robbie continued.

Li Cha gave him a thumbs up: "The young man is quite clever!"

"Speaking of which, it was their own strong bodies that defeated the Minotaurs."

"Boss, what to do if you can't break through." Gunther's head had a rare flash of inspiration.

This question was on the itch, and the lord quickly seized the opportunity to show off his ingenuity, "Did you all notice that after the blessing of thaumaturgy, many Minotaurs couldn't bear it and knelt on the ground. I made up my mind after seeing that scene."

"Just imagine, how can an animal that is already on the verge of collapse bear another bag of wheat flour?"

"Brother Richard, you are so wise!" Robbie was completely shocked by this kind of whimsy that went beyond the norm. Who would have thought that bloodthirsty thaumaturgy could actually bless the enemy. For him, it was like seeing the sun behind the clouds, and his eyes suddenly became brighter.

"The ultimate strength is often the ultimate fragility." Annie sighed.

"Ore that is too hard will be broken into slag with a light tap." Sendak is even more emotional.

"In fact, this method is only useful under very specific conditions." The lord was very humble once, "The height of the three blades of Minotaur and the talent for semi-madness, bloodthirsty thaumaturgy and maddening thaumaturgy, all of these conditions will not work, and it is basically impossible to replicate it again."

"And the target must be a mortal object, otherwise the elemental resistance will greatly reduce the effect of the spell." Annie added.

"Yes." Li Cha nodded.

This is indeed the truth. If you want to use a blessing spell to have the effect of a lethal spell, the conditions are naturally extremely harsh. If you use it rashly, it is called being an enemy, and you will be hanged.

"It's an unexpected surprise to be able to use it once, and if you are greedy, you will be abandoned by the gods." The old man Sendak is very open-minded, laughing so that his gray beard hops and jumps, "Master Richard's wisdom is really amazing."

"I used the spell." Nehru muttered unwillingly.

The lord looked at Nehru, and suddenly sneered twice, "Hehe!"

Since his debut, it was the first time for him to kill such a large number of powerful enemies at once.

Watching the tall and stalwart Minotaurs fall one by one, he was actually more excited than anyone else in his heart, and his external performance was that he started to swear at poor Nehru.

"I know that you have always been dissatisfied with letting me be the second general, Huo Ha, as the team leader, but you are the only team member." Richard sat on a rock with a sword, surrounded by dwarves who were watching, a bit like a philosopher preaching.

"It's just that I feel like an old shaman with rich experience, right?"

Nehru said nothing, because this was his true thought.

The pure strength gap between wilderness shamans is often not very exaggerated, so experience is particularly important. Generally speaking, the older you are, the more popular you are. Nehru has participated in countless tribal strife in his life, and it stands to reason that he is definitely a veteran in the industry.

But the experience that he regarded as a wall was completely ignored in Gaoshanbao - not contempt, not contempt, but ignorance, complete ignorance.

"If I have ten spellcasters, there will be one team leader and eight deputy team leaders. You will continue to be a team member honestly. Why? Because your experience is better than none at all." Li Cha clearly didn't have dirty words in his mouth, but every word poked Nehru's heart.

He sat on the ground dejected, his brows drooping into balls. I can't figure out why those painstakingly studied experiences, those secret experiences passed down from generations of masters and apprentices, and those lessons learned by escaping from death have become "worse than nothing".

"Unconvinced?" The lord knew well the truth that a slap should be given a sweet date. He stretched out his hand and pulled Nehru up and pushed him to the side to sit down. His tone was much more relaxed.

"Alpine Fortress will inevitably become more formalized and high-end in the future, but your experience is all at the level of tribal conflict, which is too low-end!" Li Cha slowly shook his head and said, "A canvas that has already been painted is even more unsuitable for painting than white paper."

He is not talking nonsense, thanks to the information society, in this regard, the lord's vision is far beyond the imagination of the natives who are still struggling with a few hairs on their heads.

"Let's say that the Minotaur shaman likes to take a slanted sword without leaving any room for it, and came up with gimmicks such as 'double madness'. The result is that everyone is walking a tightrope and taking risks. Once a weakness is found, they don't know how to die." Richard pointed to the direction in which Minotaur came. "But before the accident, he must feel as good about himself as you."

The wilderness is a desert for spellcasters, and both shamans and mages are extremely rare. Wilderness boys like Nehru or that unlucky guy outside rarely think about how to deal with counterattacks by the opponent's spellcaster, because the probability of peer fights is too low.