At night, a bonfire was lit at the mountain fort, which glowed orange in the starless night.

Mental tension or excitement can cause physical strength to pass quickly, so the battle is actually more tiring than any heavy work, and the brutes and centaurs who are as strong as Roshan are all listless after the battle, and most of them go back to their rooms to rest.

Only a few of the most energetic animals were still in good spirits, including Richard.

A log is erected next to the campfire, and a kobold shaman hangs from a hemp rope head down.

War alone is never an end, the end is what war can bring. Now that the robbers have been defeated, it is only natural that they will receive the population, livestock, and property of their tribes, which is the eternal law of survival in the wilderness.

Doing so requires intelligence, and the source of that information naturally falls to the kobold shaman, the most revered of the bandits.

In the afternoon, Richard crossed his waist with one hand and gave the supreme instruction - to pry open the kobold shaman's mouth against all odds, and contribute to the cause of the great mountain fort.

There is a way that the upper peak moves his mouth, and the lower official breaks his leg.

Hurt whipped with a whip, and Gunther was more vicious and put on a clamp.

The two of them were afraid of killing the dog-headed shaman, so they didn't dare to be ruthless. But even so, the busy work from the afternoon to the evening made the two of them sweat.

Shamans are not as weak as human mages, and their system of practice includes physical enhancement. So the old kobold was still carrying it, and even though the torture and the pain in his body were so painful that he couldn't even howl, he still resolutely refused to speak.

He was particularly afraid of death, because he was afraid that he would be executed after he finished speaking, and such people were sometimes able to withstand torture that ordinary people could not bear.

Richard waited impatiently and stepped out himself, grabbed him by the collar, only to give him a slap on the left and right, and the strong kobold shaman immediately gave in.

He opened his mouth, and there was not a single tooth left in his mouth, and all the blood and saliva fell out one by one.

"Name?"

"Jawaharlal Nehru. ”

"What the hell. Richard shook the skin he used to unleash his bloodthirsty thaumaturgy.

"The leather basket is the equivalent of your human's magic scroll. Nehru's cheeks visibly swelled rapidly to the height of a palm.

Kobolds' teeth can regrow and grow back, but the courage to be knocked out will not.

"The skin of the monster?"

"It's not. Nehru honestly began to pour beans into the bamboo tube, "We kobolds have very thin red dragon blood, and there was a deformed child with a particularly high concentration of dragon veins more than ten years ago, but he died a few days after birth. I peeled off his skin as a base and burned the ashes to make paint, and made this leather basket. ”

"This guy is pretty good at putting gold on his face. Gunther whispered to the people around him, and Hurt nodded vigorously.

Kobolds have always liked to claim to have thin dragon veins, and it's hard to tell if it's true or not. But even if it is true, it can't change their cowardly and incompetent status quo, kobolds are still kobolds.

"Coincidentally, I met a dragon vein goblin a few days ago. Richard speculated with bono that perhaps there was a dragon operating in the area, and that he had a very unique taste in sowing.

"I know him, he used to fight in the winter, and we both suffered some losses. ”

"You're honest, and honesty is a valuable trait. Richard drew his sword, and before the kobold could react, it snapped the ropes that bound his hands and feet.

Nehru was shocked into a white sweat by the blade rubbed against his skin, and he habitually wanted to open his mouth to curse, but finally realized that he was in a bad situation before the exit, and forced himself back.

"How many people are left in your tribe now, and how strong is it?"

"It's gone. ”

"Honestly!" said Hurt, who raised his hand and whipped it on the kobold's most sensitive nose, causing him to fall to the ground screaming in pain.

"The best warriors have been defeated, and those who are left behind are not your opponents. ”

"Be careful. Richard spread out the papyrus and held a half-burned stick in his hand as charcoal.

From a common sense point of view, the strength of the left-behind troops is certainly not comparable to the main force of the expedition. But the experience in the martial arts arena in the southern provinces taught him many things, such as that being cautious is always a virtue.

Nehru said, he remembered. These things can only be used as a reference, and when the time comes, the investigation will still be investigated. This is how the march and the war are, if you are not careful, you will capsize in the gutter, and once the boat capsizes, you will never recover.

"That's right. As the night wore on, Richard was a little sleepy, and was ready to go back to bed after asking the last question.

"Are shamans common in the wilderness?"

"It's not common, only our kobolds, trolls, and minotaurs are more abundant in shamans, and shamans of other races are rare. Nehru paused for a moment, then continued, "By the way, trolls have actually produced quite a few shamans, but they are stupid and like mallets. ”

He felt a little aggrieved that the shaman had been captured by a warrior who knew nothing about shamanic witchcraft. His self-esteem as an elemental user was at work, but reality forced him to bow his head.

Richard yawned halfway back into his throat, leaned forward and looked at Nehru, "Then what spells do you all know?" ”

"We kobolds have red dragon blood, so they generally master the fire element, and the minotaurs seem to be mostly earth elements, and I don't know much about trolls, but what kind of spell it is depends on each person, even if it's ......"

"What about the trolls!" Richard interrupted Nehru impatiently.

"Trolls have all kinds of spells, and they are often incredibly powerful. But their talents often hurt themselves, because they are too stupid and curious, and it is said that most trolls will accidentally use spells to kill themselves up to ten days after becoming shamans. ”

Nehru told the most popular joke in shamanic circles, and used to burst into laughter when he said it. But the lord of Alpine Fort hugged his arms and looked indifferent, obviously not even the slightest hint of laughter.

The kobold shaman immediately felt that his wisdom had been desecrated and lamented the unfortunate fate in his heart again.

"Good, good. ”

Richard slapped his thigh and gave the old kobold a thumbs up approvingly.

The idea in his mind gradually took shape, but it was not clear whether it would work for the time being, and he had to find out when he tried it.

Just when Nehru was overjoyed and thought that he was finally about to receive attention, Richard picked up a hemp rope and personally tied him into a rice dumpling.

The Lord of Alpine Fort is an uninformed turtle who is both curious and wary of things like magic. I was very worried that the kobold shaman would drop his head or make Gu worms or something to him at night, so he simply tied his hands and feet and hung him on a stick like a hanging pig.