"It's really shaking. Gunther simply leaned down and put his ear to the ground, and after a moment he gestured for Hurt to come and listen.

"We centaurs can't get down. Hurt stood outside the room, embarrassed.

Richard returned all the jelly beans to the crying dwarf, and did not forget to warn him that if he dared to gamble in the future, he would be beaten.

"Let's go, all the Alpine Castle is assembled. He patted the dirt on his ass and led the way to the dwarven warrior camp.

Their movement alarmed the guards who were standing guard in shifts, and asked suspiciously, "My lord, is there something wrong?"

Not far away, there were suddenly several majestic and low horn sounds from the arrow tower, "Enemy attack!"

He quickly woke up in the sleeping camp, and for a moment he could only hear the sound of chaotic footsteps. The dwarven warriors did not take off their armor when they slept, and their weapons were pressed under their pillows, so that they could quickly prepare for battle when they woke up.

The sky is already a little cloudy, or this is the so-called "most neglectful and relaxing time before dawn". However, the lord felt that this statement should be nonsense, and he saw that the dwarven sentries had been rotating on time, and he had always maintained a high degree of vigilance.

"Who's here this time?" Richard didn't bother to pay attention to Robbie, and directly talked to the oldest warrior among the dwarves.

This old man's name is Sendak, and since the current patriarch is a hairless little kid, he now essentially holds the role of the tribe's supreme military commander.

Sendak exchanged only a few gestures with the sentry on the arrow tower, and then said to Richard:

"The Bloodhoof Tribe. ”

"Minotaur?" When the lord exchanged information with Anne before, this tribe had been emphasized many times, so he was very impressed.

"Yes. "It's usually hard to see any fluctuations in the dwarf's stone face, but at this time, even a blind person can see the seriousness on the old dwarf's face.

The Minotaur, also known as the Minotaur, is also a relatively rare race in the wilderness, and the overall shape can be seen as a wise ox walking upright.

In this respect, they differed from other orcs, whether bears or werewolves were more like humans than beasts, and Minotaurs were more like beasts than men.

Although they look so cool, they have a temperament that is not comparable to meekness, and they are actually a very, very tyrannical race.

The Minotaur lived on meat and was passionate about war and killing, and the vast majority of its members spent their lives either fighting or on their way.

That's not enough to stand out from the wilderness, and what really matters is that the adult Minotaurs are super strong men with a three-bladed height and a weight of nearly a thousand pounds!

Purely physically, they were born to be the best heavy infantrymen. But the Minotaurs had a fatal flaw - the race was so poorly disciplined that once they were in a state of battle, they would enter a state known as "semi-madness".

Under the semi-madness, the Minotaur will further enhance its terrifying strength and stamina, and completely transform into a tireless killing machine. It's a pity that there are pros and cons, and the fighting spirit that fills the brain will also make them uncontrollable at all.

This was a fatal flaw at the level of the Grand Legion, as they would not only throw themselves into disarray, but also break up friendly formations, and several human generals who tried to tame the Minotaur swallowed the bitter pill of defeat.

But if limited to the scale of tribal conflicts, this trait is not a flaw, but can even be considered a strength, since their opponents are often undisciplined anyway.

"What are you going to do with them?" Richard was curious.

These dwarf warriors around are stacked on top of each other, and they have to jump to be about as tall as the Minotaurs, and it stands to reason that even if they have a little equipment advantage, they still don't have to fight at all.

But since the dwarven tribe has held out for so long and has not been defeated, it is enough to show that they must not be powerless to fight back, otherwise it should be the Minotaur who is staying here now.

"Minotaurs are very impulsive, and if we lure them a little, we can leave them alone. Sendak seemed to be telling Richard, and seemed to be just muttering to himself to cheer himself up, "Then we dwarven warriors will have a chance to rush up and kill him!"

Lord "......" listened to the sweat in his head, and he felt that the two links of "a little temptation" and "a rush up" might not be as easy as it sounded.

"And they're so tall that it's hard to hit us unless we bend down. Robbie came out of the house and added.

Imagining the scene of Minotaur bending over in battle, the lord unconsciously twitched the corners of his mouth twice, and Gunther and Hurt also leaned together and laughed.

"Heshuai, you are too tall, I'm afraid it's dangerous today. Gunther said solemnly.

"Gang Shuai, you're not short. Not to be outdone, Hurt was not to be outdone.

Richard was really convinced, in order to protect the so-called "God-given minerals" to be able to do this, that is, stubborn dwarves.

From the standpoint of the mountain fort, of course, I hope that the dwarves will hold on as long as possible. But if you think about it from another perspective, Richard can't quite understand this insistence, and the dwarves should not understand the truth that if the land survives, everyone and the earth will die.

"How many fighters do they have?" Richard set up his binoculars and looked in the direction the sentry had indicated.

"It's more than forty. "There were nearly sixty of them, but we killed a dozen, and there were hundreds of goatmen vassals. ”

Richard put down the lens tube, after all, the telescope can only see far away and cannot see at night, and it is still difficult to see too far away with the current lighting conditions.

But he didn't have to wait long, and soon everyone could see some vague dark shadows approaching in the distance.

From such a distance, it is difficult to intuitively feel the strength of the Minotaurs. Only when you see the sheep-headed people around you can you suddenly realize how huge the real size of those black shadows is through the foil of the dwarf.

"Good fellow, this head is big enough. Compared to the nervous dwarves around him, Richard looked relaxed, as if he didn't realize what a formidable enemy the Minotaur was.

"How many arrows do we have in our bed crossbow?" Robbie suddenly turned to look at the arrow tower.

The sentinel responded quickly: "Patriarch, there are only six left. ”

Richard and Sendak glanced at each other, and both saw helplessness in each other's eyes.

Robbie is really too tender - such a thing as ammunition reserves should not be asked in public at all, so as not to have a bad impact on the morale of the army.

Now the little soldier leper knows that his bed crossbow will turn into a squib after a few shots, and the likelihood that they are pleased with this should be, maybe, not particularly high.

"Lord Richard, please act as a reserve stormtrooper, and we dwarves will do our best to withstand their pressure. ”

The lord couldn't help but be in awe when he heard this—the old man was a man of good will, and he was reluctant to let the friendly forces that came to reinforce him take on the task of directly confronting the Minotaurs, even though it was almost certainly the most casualty phase.