Ride and Cut

"Why don't you arrest him and interrogate him." Gunther held the ax and grinned.

"Everyone knows that excessive impulsiveness is a sign of brain atrophy." Hurt put his arm around Gunther's shoulders, not letting go of any chance of mutual damage.

The others laughed together, but a few centaurs still packed up their bows and arrows. As long as the lord gave an order, they would grab their tongues back within a hundred fingers.

"Wait, listen to me!" Buckland dragged his short and fat body, running over from a distance with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

Just now there was a military industry meeting in Gaoshanbao. As an outsider, it was inconvenient for him to participate in such a confidential occasion, so he simply went to the wild to collect specimens to pass the time. It happened that I had just met the Lizardman and had a chat with him.

"They're going to Pompeii." Buckland didn't have time to help his glasses were crooked, because he was really worried that the conflict between the two sides would be unresolved.

"To Pompeii?" Li Cha couldn't figure out what these lizard people were going to do.

Pompeii is considered the most tolerant country for half-orcs in human society, but ordinary half-orcs will definitely not easily set foot on human land, after all, no matter how tolerant they are, it is not their own homeland.

"Your guard has recruited many centaurs, and you are not the only one with this kind of thinking." Buckland twisted the white hair on his chin, and said pantingly, "His Majesty Sargerei began to recruit powerful race half-orcs for naturalization many years ago, and your idea is almost the same."

"Our Majesty seems to be a bit deviant." Li Cha's impression of the king is very vague, only limited to the head portrait of the gold coin.

"Are you implying yourself?" Buckland pouted.

Although His Majesty Sargerei recruited many powerful race warriors, there were many criticisms from the upper echelon. But compared with Gaoshan Castle, where even the leaders are half-orcs, it is almost as feudal as an old zongzi that has been dusty for hundreds of years in a coffin.

"They are not ordinary lizard people, but Skaar lizard people. This trip is to go to His Majesty Sargerei. When passing through the Alpine Fort, I want to get in touch with the nobles of Pompeii first, so as not to make jokes. The Skahar tribe stopped further away, and these people are their messengers." Buckland finished what he wanted to say in one breath.

"Didn't Your Majesty only want to fight against races?"

The lord looked at this group of lizardmen who were generally about the same height as a dwarf, but much thinner, and almost burst out laughing with a binoculars, "Just these two pounds of dry meat, I am ashamed to consider myself a powerful race, so I am still a Titan."

"Could it be that they are also rich in shaman?"

Nehru quickly shook his head, shamans are not just beans in the field, anyone can plant two. There are only a few races that are rich in shamans, and the Skaarlizard is not one of them.

"Then why." The lord thinks that it is impossible to miss in hand-to-hand combat - any qualified human soldier is absolutely capable of throwing a lizardman two yards away or lifting it with one hand.

Even if Skaar was put in front of the name, I didn't see that they were any special than ordinary lizardmen, and I don't know if there was any special emphasis on them.

Li Cha felt it was a bit funny, and he told the thoughts in his head to the people around him, and he couldn't help laughing while hugging his stomach.

But he stopped abruptly after laughing twice, because one of the others didn't laugh at all.

"Alas." Buckland sighed, feeling that the ignorant guy was hopeless.

Annie was discussing the export version of the weapon with the blacksmith, she turned around and gave Li Cha a white look, "Don't underestimate them, the Skaar people also have another name - Dragon Trainer."

"What!"

Li Cha's mouth was so wide open that a whole pair of yellow duck eggs could be stuffed in, and he had to push his dislocated chin back before he could continue talking.

His first reaction was that Anne was absolutely talking nonsense. How could a proud creature like a dragon be so easy to domesticate? In Pompeii, there were no dragon knights who could slap even a king or a beggar. But after thinking about it, it's not necessary at all, what are you trying to put on airs for a bunch of strangers you've never met.

"Don't be so excited." Annie understood what he was thinking. "Of course it can't be a real giant dragon, otherwise there is no need to go to anyone. The Skaar people domesticate a beast that looks like a dragon, called the Skaar Prairie Dragon."

"Annie, the term dragon trainer itself is not accurate." Buckland held on to Zong's dropped glasses, with a serious expression like a naturalist. "The life form of the Skaar is very special. When each member is born, they must be born as twin eggs and give birth to a ground dragon and a lizardman at the same time. Those are not their domesticated mounts but real blood relatives."

"You mean that the Earth Dragon was born by the Skaar people?" Apparently what Buckland said was also unheard of for Anne.

"That's right, a newly born Dixinglong is only the size of a cat. This is the magic of life."

"Educated, sir."

"Say it earlier, I'll scare you." Li Cha patted his chest. Just now, his heart seemed to be tap-dancing with hundreds of centaurs, and he hasn't completely calmed down yet.

Although Dixinglong and Julong are both called dragons, they are just like rhinos and snails with the word ox, and raccoons and snowy ice bears are both bears. How can it be the same thing. It's like the gap between Buckland, a white tiger, and a real tiger warrior.

"Then the main body of reproduction is the earth dragon or the lizard man?" The lord's attention shifted quickly, and he raised his eyebrows with a smile.

"Earth dragons are all eunuchs, and they can only be regarded as by-products of the Skaar people's reproduction." Buckland naturally did not hesitate to answer this little doubt.

"Wait, how big is that Si Xinglong?" The lord finally realized that he had overlooked a blind spot.

If these lizard people are weak and obviously have no fighting power, but they are regarded as a strong fighting race-of course, the problem can only be caused by their ground dragons.

"It's just..." Buckland deliberately paused, with a hint of sarcasm on his old face, "It's only slightly smaller than your iron-eating armadillo, and its natural hoof-foot structure is especially good at charging."

"Crack!"

The outer iron shell of the telescope was pinched and twisted, and the Lord Lord's face alternated with complex expressions of shock, surprise, and greed.

The iron-eating armadillo is nearly three blades tall at the shoulder and weighs more than 4,000 pounds. Because the ends of its limbs are claws, it is actually better at melee than charging, but even so its charging momentum is already very scary!

"Be careful and take out the lens." Li Cha patted the discarded lens barrel in Hurt's hand, and walked towards the checkpoint without looking back.

"Why are you going?" Buckland asked subconsciously looking at his back.

"I'm going to leave them in the Alpine Castle." The lord said a few words and disappeared.

Recommend a friend's book "The Great Qin Juzi", the history and culture, the textual research is quite detailed