Truth is relative, and the experience that works perfectly in clash of clans can be a cancer in a war of higher intensity.

Sometimes this difference is inconsequential, and sometimes it can be devastating.

Richard didn't plan to spend his life playing with natives in the wilderness, so Nehru's original habit became a bad habit that must be eliminated for Alpine Fort, which is why Richard did not allow bloodthirsty thaumaturgy to be used on his own people.

Nehru opened his mouth, speechless, and stared into the distance with confused eyes.

When he first heard the concept of "double madness", his only reaction was to run away in a hurry, compared to the lord's belly and intestines, one heaven and one earth.

Ever since he came to Alpine Fort, he has been receiving denial, and this denial has reached its highest peak today, which makes the poor frog at the bottom of the well wonder wonder if he is really a fool, and at the same time, he is vaguely aware that there is no accurate area outside the well.

All this made him feel both frightened and expectant, and unspeakable emotions fermented in his heart.

Richard left Nehru to sit on the stone and continue to meditate, patting himself on the ass and slipping away.

The dwarves had a great respect for their allies, but after cleaning up the Minotaurs, this respect rose to a higher level, and they almost regarded him as the embodiment of wisdom and bravery. Several half-grown dwarven youths sneaked up on him and said that they hoped to become followers in the future, but they were all fooled by him.

Generally speaking, the bigger a person's intentions, the less likely they are to dig into the wall.

"Your Excellency. Hutt shouted in the distance as he and a few of his fellow citizens carried the body of a Minotaur step by step.

The body was only about two and a half blades tall, and it looked excessively thin compared to the Minotaur warriors who were often more than three-edged. He wears a long coat of shredded sheepskin and rags, and is overgrown with sludge and lice. Only the two short horns on the head are striking white, like fine jade.

Between the third and fourth ribs of his chest was a rough dagger of hemp rope and iron sheets, which went straight to his heart, and his life had long since dried up with his blood.

"Is this the Minotaur shaman?" asked Richard knowingly. He took off the crown of feathers on the top of the other's head and played with it for a moment, then put it back on.

Hett nodded, "We wanted to capture him, but we had committed suicide when we found him." ”

"Then bury it. Richard originally thought that the shamans were almost the same as Nehru's, and planned to recruit them to expand the spellcasting team, but he didn't think that there were still hard-hearted people who would rather die than give in.

He walked around the camp alone with his hands behind his back for a while, and by the way, he thought about things, but no one dared to disturb him.

The bears and the Minotaurs were both powerful in the wilderness, and in just one day they were deflated one after another, enough to deter the rest of the robbers a little. According to Richard's estimates, the dwarves will have a precious period of calm in the next day or two.

But calm is not peace, it only gives both sides time to sharpen their knives a little sharper. After that, of course, there will be an even more turbulent storm, and before it completely falls into despair, the Aoi Priest will definitely use every force to fight back.

It is of course the best result to be able to keep the iron ore and make a fortune together from now on, but if you can't keep Richard, you can actually accept it, provided that the wilderness people who take over will bleed to the point where they can only recuperate in the medium term.

This is the bottom line of the strategy, in order to avoid being directly crushed by the rapidly expanding wilderness people, and to leave the space and possibility for the future development of the mountain fort.

With the system in hand, once the confrontation drags on for a longer period of time, they will not be afraid of any enemy, and the iron ore will eventually be in their pocket.

Therefore, this battle can even be said to be a battle for the right to live, and one step further is the mountain fort, even if the enemy is outnumbered, there is no room for the slightest retreat.

In summer, the weather changes frequently, and it is completely clear at this time. Richard looked into the distance, the sky was high and the earth was far away, and the shadows of the clouds under the sun were rolling and flowing on the grassland. The wilderness is always changing, but it has never changed for anyone, it has been and will always be.

In front of it, anyone will irrepressibly feel that my body is small and the heavens and the earth are vast.

He couldn't help but be filled with pride in his chest, and chanted to the oncoming wind: "The world is out of my generation, and the world is full of contention." ”

"What are you talking about, Richard?"

When I turned around, it was Anne who walked behind me at some point.

The lord had a poker face that was almost paralyzed, without any expression: "I said that if I want to eat steamed cheese, it is better to have a large piece." What are you doing here?"

"What a strange dish...... I wanted to find a place where no one was around, but I didn't expect you to be there. Anne smiled and stroked her windswept hair.

"Then you blow slowly, I'll go to breakfast. ”

Anne stood there and watched the Lord of Alpine Fort disappear like a smoke, a puzzled expression gradually appeared on her face. She probably didn't know what the soul of the middle two was, and she didn't know that once this kind of thing was broken, it would make people feel the urge to find a crack in the ground to get into.

......

The great savior of the dwarven clan walked down the road with a serious face, his steps hurried.

"Good day, Lord Richard. From time to time, dwarves took the initiative to greet him along the way, but they put their hot faces on their cold butts, and they didn't get any response. "Your Excellency must be thinking about the military situation, it's really hard. They guessed this, and were immediately approved by their companions.

The lord found that he had really caught up with the dwarves for breakfast, and several acquaintances were there.

The diet of ordinary dwarves is not as light as it is, and they directly grasp a large piece of barbecue meat with ale wine with their hands, and gnaw it until their faces are dripping with oil. Only Robbie's boy was different, with candied fruit and a few bird's eggs on his plate, which he was cutting into small pieces with a knife and fork.

"Lord Richard, come and have a few cups of gargling to help keep your breath fresh. Sendak held up his oak glass at him, his gray beard stained with grease, and smiled heartily.

Richard moved a small stool and sat down beside him, and instead of touching his glass, he pressed the old man's glass, "Don't drink, listen to me." ”

"Sendak, I suggest making a batch of crossbow arrows quickly. He pointed to the two arrow towers not far behind him, "Your bed crossbow is very accurate, and it can come in handy." ”

"This thing was made by the patriarch, Lord Richard should tell the patriarch. "Sendak is a very traditional dwarf.

Traditionally, dwarves have a headache for things other than iron, drinking, and fighting. pulled Robbie as a shield, and he only cared about pouring ale.

Richard picked up a berry from Robbie's plate and said vaguely, "You are dwarves, and it is not easy to make a few arrows." ”

"Big Brother Richard. Robbie is now a big brother and calls diligent and natural, "The bed crossbow...... Forget it, you better come up and see for yourself. ”

He stopped eating, and led into an arrow tower, with Richard following curiously.