The barbarians grew up in a tribe and were familiar enough with each other to know each other's level in general. At the moment, this kind of performance is much better than he used to be, and it is not explained by his good state at all.

"Oh, that's good. Richard smiled faintly, very inscrutable.

The third-level soldier "Barbarian Spearman" hand does not require much experience to promote the fourth-level soldier "Barbarian Warrior", and in this battle, seventy or eighty goblins and gnolls died at the hands of the barbarians, just enough for the two more "diligent" barbarians to harvest enough experience.

Someone who was in a hurry to fool the barbarians certainly gave them a promotion at the first time.

In fact, people's grasp of the physical condition is far more accurate than imagination, just the ups and downs of the state caused by different sleeping positions will make the subjective feeling fluctuate from being as light as a swallow to the lead in the legs. The drastic increase brought about by the large-level improvement in a short period of time was naturally immediately captured by the other party.

With these two examples, wouldn't anyone else believe it?

The barbarians looked at each other, a little incredulous, and a little eager to try.

......

The convoy regrouped, and the wheels began to roll forward.

The two ponies were killed by the gnolls in the scuffle, and now the two trolls took their place, struggling to pull the cart forward with their halters.

Adult trolls are about three and a half blades tall and weigh nearly a thousand pounds. He has light gray skin, thick brown hair on his back, and a mouthful of sharp teeth. But contrary to their intimidating appearance, trolls are stupid creatures with no heart by nature.

One of the three trolls was killed on the spot by throwing spears while charging, and the remaining two were lying on their stomachs and pretending to be dead, ignoring them at the time.

But when the barbarians were fighting to the death, the two trolls not only did not take the opportunity to escape, but seized the opportunity to tear open a few sacks of wheat and chew them on the spot.

By the time we've cleaned up the gnolls and goblins, it's too late to run. They knew the times very well and did not resist, and honestly accepted the fate of the captives.

Richard named them "Second Gentleman", and with a whip in one hand and a carrot in the other, he quickly made the two stupid things remember their names.

The weeds that grew on the wasteland ground always caught the wheels, and they had to get out of the cart to clean it every time they walked in a horse-drawn cart. And now the one who pulls the cart has been replaced by a troll, and the meager giant blood makes it inherently powerful, even if the wheels are entangled, they can continue to move forward.

Arrange for them to open the road at the front, and the speed of the whole convoy suddenly increases.

......

Lying in the carriage, Richard opened the system panel, which only he could see. Very simple and clean light blue interface, divided into two parts: military, shop and personal.

The army panel is full of Barbarian soldiers and Gunthers, a hero unit, who are now in good shape and have high morale.

Shop panels sell a variety of weapons, food, and trade goods. It needs to be purchased with gold coins at a ratio of 1:1,000 for dinars. This part is temporarily blocked, and can only be opened when it is officially stationed in the territory.

The personal panel is divided into three columns, with four attributes of force, sensitivity, intelligence, and charm on the left, dozens of different skills densely packed in the middle, and the proficiency of five different weapons on the far right.

Because I have just been promoted once, there are two attribute points, one skill point and ten weapon proficiency points waiting to be allocated. Richard still added points in the direction he was used to, so his panel properties became:

“

Level: 35

Strength: 45

Dexterity: 35

Intelligence: 11

Charm: 12

Skills: Iron Bone 10, Strike 10, Weapon Mastery 8, Shield Defense 5, Riding 6, Domination 2, Trading 2

Weapon proficiency: 281 one-handed weapons, 277 two-handed weapons, 255 long-pole weapons, 34 bows and arrows, and 41 throws

”

The average adult male's force sensitivity is about the same as seven or eight points in the system, and the value Richard alone is five or six times that of the average person. But the system does not follow simple linear calculations, and the actual properties are exaggerated, at least ten times more!

Coupled with up to 10 points of iron bone and strong attack skills, it comprehensively improves the already outstanding anti-attack and attack ability. Combined with the frighteningly high proficiency of melee weapons, the result is a terrifying killing machine in hand-to-hand combat.

Lord Richard's gaze lingered on the proficiency of the two ranged weapons for a long time, and finally he sighed imperceptibly.

There are two ways to increase weapon proficiency, either you can directly increase the points with the proficiency points obtained from the upgrade, or you have to rely on a large number of applications in training and actual combat.

It's not that he didn't think about improving the weak subjects, but no matter how he tried, these two proficiency levels would stagnate once they exceeded fifty, and even turn to fall automatically. The energy invested in it is like a pebble thrown into the sea, and after stirring up the waves, it disappears in an instant.

Over time, I had to accept the reality, which was about the limit set by the talent, and I could only follow the road of hand-to-hand combat to the black.

"Alas. Richard lifted his whip and brushed it on the troll's back.

The whip, made of nine strands of cowhide and soaked in tung oil, was hard and tough, but it still burst into strips of leather at once. Even trolls, known for their rough skin and thick flesh, were a bit more than they could handle. The spine is like a frightened poisonous snake, suddenly tensing into a straight line.

With the sad roar of the second general, the speed of the team's march suddenly accelerated.

The wheels spun for another day and night, and finally began to gradually enter the depths of the wilderness. Traces of civilization radiation have almost completely disappeared, and as far as the eye can see, only the endless plains are covered with summer weeds.

The real sky is high and far away, the real land outside the law, the real wilderness is vast.

Richard was sometimes touched by this unspeakable loneliness, and could not help shouting around at the top of his voice, but the only thing that responded to him was the faint howl of wolves and crows in the distance.

Maybe it was the First World War that made a name for itself, and I never met the unsightly natives in the rest of the trip. The peaceful journey disappointed the barbarians who were eager to fight and eager to embark on the "Shura Road".

The convoy eventually came to a halt by a small clear, winding river, which theoretically consisted of his private fiefdom for a hundred miles, no less than an earldom in size.

Of course, the natives of the wasteland did not accept Pompeii's theory. In order to turn theory into reality, it is necessary to have sufficient troops, armed forces, and subjects as guarantees.

Tents were erected on the banks of the desolate river, and the pioneers, who had eaten their dry food, finally had a chance to light a campfire and put an iron pot on the iron pot and start boiling the freshly caught fish.

Perhaps because I had never seen anyone, the fish in the river were very raw and fat. The barbarians from the ice fields showed off their fishing skills, easily forking up one catch after another with their spears.

Disemboweled, tossed in a pot, seasoned with salt and shallots, it stirs up a rich sweetness. The well-informed Gunther holds a soup bowl and says the fish is even comparable to the tuna that grows in the icy sea of his hometown.

For a moment, the only sound of snorting soup could be heard in the camp.