"Look, my lord. Hurt stooped down and picked up a stump and handed it to his lord.

"It's kind of interesting. Richard took it in his hand and looked at it twice, then threw it back at his master, who had already frozen on the ground. It was an unlucky rabbit man, who should have subconsciously raised his arm to block in the face of an attack, but not only failed to save his life, but was cut off by his opponent with his arm and neck.

After receiving the news of the attack on the iron mine, Richard immediately led the team to set off. In order to be in a hurry, for the first time, the Ripper Brigade was divided into two groups, and he himself and the swift centaurs on the road were lightly armed, leaving the others to chase after them slowly, and the two-and-a-half-day journey was compressed into a day and a half.

But it was too late for them to arrive. The corpses on the ground had long been frozen, and they were as hard as stones.

According to the data given by Buckland before leaving, a total of forty-six vassal militias were left behind in the mountain fort before winter, and now, the corpses found here are from forty-five masters. In other words, except for the one who ran back to the mountain fort to breathe, the rest of the people are all here.

Judging from the wounds of the corpse, the incisions were very smooth, whether it was muscle or bone, it was broken cleanly without a trace of stumbling.

This means that the opponent must use a high-quality blade, and he has both strength and skill when slashing. This alone can almost eliminate the suspicion of all wilderness natives.

It's not that Richard looks down on them, it's that no one sells good weapons to natives at all.

In addition, the Rabbit and Goat People themselves are both alert and runaway races, and defeating them is as easy as drinking water, but if you want to complete annihilation before they collapse, the difficulty will skyrocket to the level of drinking boiling water.

At the moment, none of these vassal lords have escaped, so the murderer himself is definitely not a rabble. They should be skilled, well-equipped, and well-organized.

"Who could have done it?" Richard's voice and expression were calm, but anyone who knew him a little bit could not have guessed what kind of violent undercurrents were hidden under this calm.

The Lord of Alpine Fort is a very protective man, and he himself may not be able to afford to look down on these cowardly vassals. But since he is a vassal of Alpine Castle, since he will nod and call him "master", even if he has really made any unforgivable mistakes, Richard cannot tolerate others to deal with it on his behalf. What's more, these rabbit and goat people are still dying quite innocently.

Although he himself has drifted away from the road of obsession with force, he is quite tolerant of the weak by today's standards.

"Put the 'carrier pigeons'. Richard said.

The surrounding centaurs immediately carefully took out a pair of pigeon bones from their backpacks. All the skin and flesh fascia have been eroded by the potion, leaving only clean bones, slender but structurally intact, carefully wrapped in burgundy velvet cushions, as delicate as works of art.

The lord took out the golden dragon dragon crystal and said to Thutmose, who was still sleepy-eyed inside, "Go to the sky to see if there are any suspicious people." “

"Master, I'll go now. "I've been recuperating in the dragon crystal, and with the excellent nature of being a dragon soul, Thutmose is not very afraid of being exposed to the sun for a short time now.

He flew out and got into the skeleton, and the pigeon's skeletal eyes lit up with two dark blue soul fires, nodded at Richard very humanely, and then flapped his wings and soared into the sky.

With Thutmose's perception, he could grasp all the wind and grass in the air within a radius of 10,000 yards. If you don't have to go back to Long Jing often to breathe and cultivate, you can almost be called a perfect scout.

"My lord, look here!" the centaur who spread the search made a new discovery.

Richard walked over and stood on the edge of the frozen lake, a huge depression in sight. He crouched on the edge of the ice pit and reached out to pick up a piece of earthy-yellow, translucent scales that seemed to have fallen off by chance as he scratched. The size is about the same as a chestnut, and the texture is also very hard, and when you rub the edge with your fingers, it feels almost as good as the blade of a knife, and it should have fallen off by scratching.

"It looks like it's coming up from the bottom of the lake. Hurt frowned, looked back and forth at the holes in the ice and the corpses on the shore, and said hesitantly.

Richard blinked twice, he remembered the Titan ruins hidden beneath the water's surface. When he first came to the wilderness and had to come to help the dwarven tribe in order to survive, he was told that there was a Titan head at the bottom of the lake, and it was a long time ago.

At that time, there was really a living creature inside, that is, Chiqiu. Chichu then left with them, and the Titan's head turned to ashes, and the ruins were abandoned and no longer used. It had always been a secret between the dwarves and the lord of Alpine Castle, and he had never told anyone.

"No, I'll have to go down and have a look. Richard was about to take off his boots as he spoke, and a group of centaurs hurried around to admonish him. Just kidding! In this weather, even if you don't freeze to death, you have to be frozen alive in the ice and can't move.

"Your Excellency!" Thutmose, who had just soared into the sky, swooped down on the ground like an arrow.

When he landed, he couldn't slow down, and the skeleton of the pigeon specially prepared for him slapped on the ground and shattered. Thutmose turned into a palm-sized translucent dragon again, and before Richard could ask, he shrieked, his tone like a fiery ass: "I see a lot of weird snake people, coming towards us together!"

"Snake man?" Richard had a surprised look on his face.

The snake people, like the centaurs and sloppy people, are essentially a branch of the half-orcs, and belong to the family of intelligent beings. However, this race looks similar to the splicing of snake tails and human bodies, which looks very weird, and coupled with the general gloomy personality, it is very unpopular among orcs, let alone humans or other races.

Bearing the name of a monster, it is naturally difficult to carry out diplomatic undertakings, so the snake people are very miserable. Although it is not extinct for the time being, it is not much better, and it is basically only a matter of time.

"Weird snake people, very weird!" In the dragon crystal, Thutmose was still chattering.

"How weird?" asked Richard, frowning.

Thutmose may have all the build-ups a scout should have, but being unprofessional is being unprofessional. His intelligence is always mixed with a lot of subjective judgment, and he can't make a calm statement. A really good scout should give a specific description and an estimate of the number of people, rather than being ambiguous like "a lot of weird snake people".

"It's like, it's like ......," Thutmose muttered for a long time, but he didn't say a thing.

However, his answer was irrelevant, because the lord and all the centaurs could already directly catch the uninvited guests who were approaching at a rapid pace.

"Really...... Very quirky. Hurt looked into the distance and muttered.