Ride and Cut

When all you can see is the vast expanse of farmland, the representatives of the Alpine Fort and the group have entered the Bordeaux Plain, known as the granary of Pompeii.

　　 The area of ​​this plain is only one-tenth of that of the Pompeii Empire, but the grain output can account for more than a quarter. After the autumn harvest every year, the grain trucks from here will drive along the smooth road to every corner of the country, and even go abroad.

　　 So of course this is also the richest place in Pompeii, even ordinary farmers live quite well. In addition, as a beneficiary directly under the royal family, the Bordeaux Plain is rarely troubled by thieves and bandits, and it is really a rare and beautiful scenery.

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　　 Actually, this year should be considered a tough year.

　　Because the climate is extremely cold, the crops in the field are a bit wilted. It is foreseeable that the harvest will not be too good. However, the farmers did not slack off at all because of this. He worked tirelessly to weed, repel insects, and fertilize the ground.

　　They firmly believe that their sweat will always be rewarded. Even if they owe a little this year, they will always be able to make up for it in the coming year. Once captured by the devil named laziness, the soul will fall into **** and suffer forever.

　　 This idea has been the spiritual pillar of generations of Bordeaux farmers, and it can even be regarded as a simple philosophy of life.

　　 From the Age of Titans to today, time has not brought much change to a simple lifestyle. Stability often means monotony. The villagers here are also looking forward to the day and night that bards or vendors can pass by, adding a bit of color to the boring life.

　　 On this day, the Great Plains of Bordeaux ushered in a very strange team, which attracted children from the surrounding farms to accompany them all the way, looking at them with curious and innocent eyes.

　　 They are not merchants or bards, but pedestrians passing by. There were no more than thirty people in total, driving several four-wheeled carriages, including coachmen, servants and samurai.

　　 These samurai are basically barbarians or half-orcs. One of them is very exaggerated. The strongest Bordeaux boy looks like a half-old boy in front of them.

Although they looked lazy and not very nervous, when they camped next to the farm last night to fetch water, the militia captain who had joined the army said that the formation of these people was actually very strict from beginning to end. Laziness must be Because I was used to big scenes, only the guards from the great nobles from other places had this kind of tolerance.

　　 The captain also said that even if the hundreds of militias from a dozen farms around him were gathered together, and they used all three methods to sap and sap, they would not be able to win against the 30th.

　　 Ordinary villagers don’t know so much and are not ready to fight bravely. However, thanks to the naturalization policy introduced by His Majesty in recent decades, half-orcs are actually not uncommon in Pompeii, even if they are exceptionally elite.

　　 The really weird place lies in the sky above the convoy, and there is a person who often flies in the sky, wearing a wide and weird clothes, and stepping on a heavy broadsword.

　　 Everyone was wondering, since he can fly, it should be a master magician who didn't run, and that kind of lenient strange clothes must be a wizard robe. As for why he stepped on the sword, perhaps to express his contempt for the warrior-he stepped on the warrior's weapon under his feet, just to show his contempt.

　　 Those merchants who have been to big cities say that magicians despise warriors. Although I don't know why, there is an example that can be used as a source of talk.

　　 The problem is that he just flies quietly, but he still wants to fly while laughing wildly and screaming:

　　 "I am too great!"

　　 "Courage to the North Sea in the evening Cangwu!"

"I am the king of the world!"

　　 The voice is clearly audible from two thousand yards away, and it is full of strange words that no one understands. The villagers thought it was a magic spell at first, and many people were scared to move overnight, and the piglets in the stable were gone.

　　 As a result, I waited for a long time with trepidation. I didn't see half of the fart falling. I felt a little relieved and hurried to mow the grass to feed the pigs.

　　 "The bards all say that the magician is either a genius or a fool. It seems that this is probably the latter." So the farmers quietly slandered.

　　The so-called silly egg magician, of course, can only be the pioneer baron, the lord of the mountain fort, the dragon slayer, and the scarlet ripper Richard. It is said that he has a lot of admirers among young fighters now, and I don't know what he would think if he saw this scene.

　　According to common sense, it is necessary to cultivate to the Moonlight Stage to have four brilliance eggs in order to obtain the ability to offset one's own weight and fly freely.

　　 But Xinghua Temple Richard still flew up to the sky with his skills--

　　The magnetic power brought by the iron heart is equivalent to the power of a hand. To others, it really can only be used to deflect opponents' weapons in close combat. But to the lord of Alpine Fort, it is no exaggeration to say that the whole world is open to him.

　　According to Buckland, if Richard didn't play some tricks, I'm sorry for his crookedness.

　　 Lord Lord’s power is too strong, even if he has only one arm, he can run a horse, and of course it’s so easy to hold himself up.

So theoretically speaking, as long as you apply magnetic force to a piece of iron to make it float, Richard can stand on it and take off. This is absolutely not a problem for him, and even if it is not magnetic force, it can only be applied to one piece of iron. Objects, together with three or five people are more than enough~www.readwn.com~ However, theory is only theory after all, and there are often many problems outside of theory in practice.

　　 Step on a sword, keeping balance in motion is not as simple as it seems. Cruise mode is okay to hurry, and it's easy to be thrown off with a slight drastic change of direction, especially when Richard has his hands clasped pretending to be chic.

　　 Hutt is more pragmatic. Actually, I mentioned it to him a long time ago. It would be much more stable to sit in an iron pot. If it is too crowded, it can be replaced with an iron bath. But Lord Lord resolutely refused to follow, and no one could understand why he would be so obsessed with the mess of flying on a sword.

　　 "This is Yujian, and you can't help it if you don't understand me." Richard opened his mouth, and it was a strange thing that made everyone confused.

　　 "My generation monk, how could it be possible to fly in the royal bathtub?" Lord Lord spread his hands, his face full of unable to explain to you.

　　 Richard also wore a very special gray robe, which he called Dao Robe.

　　 When he threw the drawings to the elf tailor, even those sharp ears with the most picky tastes were full of praise. They have expressed that this mage robe has a distinctive style, unique beauty, and a kind of elegance that seems to go with the wind, which injects a clear spring into the degenerate trend.

　　 When the result was shipped, the silly egg tailor made his own claim and rusted a whole pattern of Lord Lord fighting the undead dragon with gold thread, and there were more than a dozen angels dotted around it.

　　 Lord Lord said: "If you don't have to hurry, I will kill you to death on the spot."

　　 There is a traditional activity in Pompeii called "Cuspree", which refers to playing a non-existent character for fun, and someone is obviously a bit deep in the play.