"A rabble. On the roof of the carriage, Richard, who did not have a chance to throw a third throwing gun, commented.

The barbarians still wanted to continue the pursuit of the defeated gnolls, but their tracks were blocked. Two rows of goblin spears were placed on the way forward, firmly nailed to the position, and they were not ready to retreat a single step.

In the chaotic charge just now, the big goblins who had been maintaining their formation fell last. Now that the entire army at the front has been defeated, they have become the only lucky ones left.

A well-trained array of guns is infinitely powerful and can easily slaughter a rabble several times their own number. Even against the king of land warfare such as cavalry, it is not without the strength of a battle.

This is clearly the case with the goblins' spear formations - although their weapons are crappy, although they are not strong. But just look at the neat queue, the calm eyes, the silent soldiers.

No one is so arrogant as to think they're fake.

Faced with such a tight array, the barbarians stopped twenty paces away, and they all raised their spears in unison.

The next moment, Qi Brush threw it out.

......

"What about the casualties?"

Richard can intuitively understand the casualties of his soldiers from the system panel, but he still has to ask.

Only a few brothers had some skin wounds. "A skirmish was the best warm-up for Gunther, and he was far more energetic at the moment than he was in Cologne.

The barbarians had routed twice as many enemies, but none of them had been killed, and Gunther himself was surprised by the result.

Whether it is physique or discipline, the highland barbarians can only be said to be slightly stronger, and they cannot reach the point of being crushed in all directions. The most important reason why there is such a huge disparity in battle loss ratio is that the two sides are very different in terms of equipment.

The steel spear with leather armor can only be regarded as mercenary equipment by human standards, which is simply not worth mentioning. But for the wilderness people who are still using wooden sticks, it is already an unimaginable magic weapon.

Richard looked at the corpses all over the ground and sighed infinitely. Facts have once again proved that fighting a war is a fight for money, and it is an unshakable truth wherever it is placed.

"Boss, look what we've found!"

Some bored brutes are trying to search for loot from the impoverished robbers. What's even more surprising is that they actually turned something out.

"A bronze sword!"

The onlookers were laughing uncontrollably, after all, even the highland barbarian tribe that had lived in the snow field for a long time had already entered the Iron Age.

Richard took the sword, which was very different from today's greatsword, and recognized it as the weapon of the hapless goblin chief.

He tossed and fiddled with the long sword in his hand, and after looking closely, he couldn't believe his eyes, "God! Olive leaf pattern decoration, the color is almost pure gold, it is a bronze of Nero's time!"

It's hard to imagine that an antiquity that should have been in a collection room and sought after by naturalists still plays a role as a practical weapon in some corner of the world.

Gunther burst out laughing at once—he had no idea what the leader was talking about, but that didn't stop him from making fun of his own men's defeats.

"It is worth more than the weight of silver, and it is at least a hundred gold coins in the Cologne antique market. ”

Richard didn't know what to make of this goblin, the two contradictory traits of poverty and rich, and in him there was a wonderful blend of them.

When the onlookers heard that a broken bronze sword was actually worth a hundred gold coins, they immediately rushed to come up and take a few more looks. was kicked by Richard and kicked aside.

"Chief, he still has an armour on his arm. ”

Gunther was sharp-eyed, and he lowered his head to tear open the bits and pieces of rags. The goblin's blue-gray arm was clasped with a metal armour, the same olive leaf pattern, the same color almost pure gold.

The goblin chief may have been the only one in the bandit group to have armor, but alas, the armour didn't do anything at the critical moment. A spear pierced the chest head-on, turning the ribs and internal organs into a mass of minced meat, and simply harvesting the life of the unfortunate one.

Richard took it in his hand and looked at it for a moment, and smiled helplessly, "This thing is still a diligent person." ”

The goblin chief apparently maintained the habit of a qualified swordsman during his lifetime, and took great care of his equipment. Whether it is a big sword or arm armor, even if the condition is simple, it has been maintained as much as possible. Removing the patina accumulated over a long period of time, revealing the original bright metallic luster.

Unfortunately, this kind of maintenance is a huge damage to the historical value of an antique. Originally, it was not a problem to sell the two pieces together for three hundred gold coins, but now they are only worth one hundred and fifteen at most.

"Okay, it's quite profitable. ”

He suddenly felt that there was something strange about life—the southern province was famous for its wealth, and it took him ten years to save a hundred gold coins. The wilderness has always been recognized as a backcountry, but in this one day, it has earned ten years of savings.

Richard had the two bronzes put away, and he now owed a debt of more than a thousand gold coins, and he didn't want to let go of any extra money.

"That, sir. A brute suddenly stopped Richard, and there was a rare twist.

"Huh?"

"I seem to ...... I seem to feel the effect of the medicine. He looked down at his hands, his expression bewildered.

The barbarians who had just dispersed gathered again at once.

Frankly, in good conscience. He and the other barbarians didn't believe in the magic potion they had just eaten—they didn't fail to see how poor their own head was, but the armed fifty-man guard was almost reduced to the point of selling his swords, no doubt the poorest of the nobles.

Can a down-and-out aristocrat boast of Haikou be believed?

The secret medicine that strengthens the human body may really exist, but I know that it is a precious treasure with my heels, let alone taking out fifty people at once.

But......

The barbarian warrior closed his eyes and slowly clenched his fists, feeling the surging power in his veins.

This force came very suddenly, and it was definitely different from the slow growth that comes with your own workouts. If you think about it, it suddenly appeared in the body after beheading a big goblin, exactly like the previous description.

- "This is a magic medicine from the depths of hell! Eat it, and from then on you will forever fall into the most vicious way of Shura, and you will gain unimaginable power in killing!"

In retrospect, they were all absent-minded at that time, and Richard suddenly raised his voice almost alarmist, that kind of demeanor...... Like a demon!

Gunther waited for a long time and didn't wait for the next sentence, looking at the pain on the face of his fellow clan, as if he was constipated, he shook his hand neatly and came to a big neck, "What are you pretending to be a ghost with your eyes closed?"

"Boss, I actually seem to feel it. "Another barbarian warrior stepped forward.

He was much more neat, picked up a spear, brewed for a moment, and in an instant the gun came out like lightning. Lunges straight stabs, side body picks, retreat defense, unpretentious gun skills are not fancy, only the dull sound of breaking the air is frightening.