Chapter 51: A Clever Plan to Cut the Bull's Head (Part II)
"I command you to immediately bless the other Minotaur with Bloodlust and Stone Skin. Richard shook his head and raised his finger into the distance, feeling that his posture should be very chic and famous.
"Yes, we have shamans too, and there are more of them than they do. Robbie had a satisfied smile on his face, like a person who was about to drown and had caught the last straw, "Wait, you're wrong, it should be a blessing for ......."
Due to the jerky bought and whipped education a while ago, the second general Hum Ha listened to the words of the lord the most, and their dull minds were easier to command, and after holding the spell for a short time, an earthy yellow halo fell head-on.
Initially, in order to be as blessed with mad thaumaturgy as possible, the Minotaur was too compact. And after launching the charge, they only saw the enemy in front of them, where they could still care about scattering, still maintaining a fairly dense formation, and the scope of action of the stone skin technique enveloped almost every Minotaur.
Under the effect of the Stone Skin Technique, their steps suddenly became heavier, and the speed of their charge slowed down a lot. But predictably, these bulky skins will become more resistant to fighting.
The surrounding goatmen vassal warriors were all very happy, and the other party actually blessed his sect master with the stone skin technique in a panic, he must have been too scared and even close to collapse. Perhaps they could easily claim the precious iron ore at no cost, and thus be rewarded by the Shaman.
Nehru had just pronounced the beginning when he was slapped by the lord, "I said bless the other Minotaur on the other side." ”
"What?" Nehru looked at Richard with his mouth half-open, unable to believe his ears, he was indeed preparing to bless the dwarves.
"Bless the Minotaurs!" said Richard, word for word.
Robbie's happiness and hope came to an abrupt end with the shower, and he and Nehru looked at each other and said, "Are you crazy?"
"Hmph......" Richard untied the greatsword from his back, grabbed two sword flowers in his hand, and stuck one in the stone and sparked, "Am I crazy?"
Wherever the sword reaches is the realm of truth, and in the face of truth, both Nehru and Robbie wisely chose to keep their mouths shut.
The kobold shaman slowly stood up and finished the incantation tremblingly, but he could not make up his mind to bless his enemies, and he decided that the lord must have been bewitched by the devil and did not want to be dragged to hell by the madman.
"Hurry up!" Richard urged Nehru impatiently.
If it weren't for the fear of delaying the business, he really wanted to kick this coward again.
Nehru shuddered, his face full of pain and entanglement, but in the end he could not find the courage to fight the tyrant. A red light erupted from his hand and fell on the Minotaurs and vanished.
"Lord Lord is crazy! Lord Lord is crazy!" snot and tears flowed down his face, and Nehru crawled backwards.
The Minotaur with double madness and bloodthirsty thaumaturgy is about to become more powerful than ever, breaking through the dwarven defenses without much effort, and the bullshit tyrant's guard will surely be wiped out soon, so the smart people must seize every minute and every second of precious time to escape.
"Drag this coward back to me. ”
The lord said a word, and the kobold, who had not yet run far, was nailed to the ground by Hutt with an arrow and fell to the ground with a, and then the centaur ran over and carried it back with one hand like a rabbit.
"Keep your dog's eyes open and give me a good look!" Richard was so angry that he hated that he still had a whip in his hand.
The Minotaur, who was already in a double frenzy, took another bloodthirsty spell, and the muscles on his body suddenly swelled to the point of exaggeration. The earthworm-like veins on the surface of the body twisted into a disgusting mass, and it seemed that all life itself had lost its proper harmony.
It seems that unless the dwarves can immediately conjure ten-blade-high walls and steel gates, they will never be able to stop these monsters.
Nehru and Robbie seemed to have suddenly become brothers, hugging each other and screaming in despair.
Anne clasped her hands together in front of her chest and bowed her head in silent prayer. The morning after the rain was actually very cool, but there were big drops of sweat coming from her forehead.
The dwarves in front of them, who were ready to meet the impact, noticed all this, and even the dwarves, who had always been silent as stones, couldn't help but suddenly cause an uproar.
In the midst of the panic, few people noticed that a Minotaur was running and suddenly fell headlong to the ground and never got up again. But it didn't take long for them to discover the anomaly, for soon a second and third Minotaur fell in quick succession, trembling.
They watched quietly, silently, motionlessly—but for a few dozen breaths, it was as if an invisible and fierce plague had begun to spread rapidly among the Minotaurs. A few hundred yards away, it turned out to be a road of death, and they fell one after another, even in groups.
Only a minotaur staggered to a distance of only three or five yards from the dwarf, barely raising his gavel.
This was the last single seedling left in their thousands of acres, and the dwarves watched it all in amazement, and their minds went blank from the unexpected changes, and they couldn't even think of fighting back.
After all, Naminotaur failed to complete even one attack, shook his body twice, and fell down with the mallet as if he were pushing the mountain of gold and falling to the jade pillar.
He opened his mouth and spat out a series of bright red caviar foam, the bloodshot in his eyes began to freeze, his agile eyes turned into dead ashes, and his strong chest lost its heaving - dead.
The fall of the last Minotaur announced the annihilation of the main forces of the enemy, a news that was not so easy for both sides to accept.
The sheep-headed vassals did not react and continued to charge stupidly, and they were greeted by hundreds of flying axes and dwarven warriors who launched a counterattack.
"Why is this happening...... Am I dreaming?" Nehru had not yet wiped away the snot and tears on his face, and his mouth was half open.
Richard didn't hesitate to drag the kobold and slapped him twice, "Does it hurt? ”
The kobold looked at his hands, his eyes widened and widened, and his expression gradually changed into ecstasy: "Oh, I understand! I know! My bloodthirsty thaumaturgy has mutated into a mass destruction spell!"
"You know, you know a shit!" the lord slung a straw in his mouth, and kicked the obnoxious idiot to eat shit.
"Speaking of which, this is the first credit of the wise command of this master. He picked up a barrel of ale and shook it twice, uncorked it and pointed it at the sky—out of gas.
At this time, no matter how dull the person was, he realized that this guy had done it, and everyone's eyes suddenly became like flies that had found honey, sticking to him.
"Brother Richard, how did you do it. Robbie's tone was as dry as if he had just swallowed a piece of coal.