Pushing the swamp wizard away, Rhodes said with contempt.
"It's not a robbery, it was originally my prey. Without me, you have become a headless ghost. I saved you, this is a fact."
Bogur returned with a smile.
"How shameless. It was me and Caroline who were dealing with it from the beginning to the end. Where were you when we were fighting bloody battles?"
Rhodes patted the dust on his body and stood up with difficulty. His shoulder was burned and it would take several days to recover.
"I'm helping you kill the water monster."
The dwarf butcher said, and he slashed again, knocking down the swamp monster who tried to stab him in the back. The ax blade bit deeply into the muscle and cut the blood vessels. The swamp monster struggled under the dwarf butcher's ax and died quickly.
"Thirty-six."
He said, and then he pulled out the ax stuck in the Swamp Monster's shoulder. Thick blood dripped from the ax blade, as if he had just slaughtered an animal.
The surroundings were still filled with sporadic sounds of sword strikes and soldiers' shouts of killing, but with the death of their leader, many swamp monsters lost confidence and began to flee deep into the dense forest.
"You should pay attention to the enemy's leader as soon as the battle begins. This will help you better deal with the enemy and end the battle. He is a wizard. You dwarves are naturally resistant to magic, so you should fight alongside me."
Rhodes accused. But it was not really an accusation. After all, without this dwarf, his group would not have found the enemy so quickly and eliminated them. The Stonehenge in the fog and the invisible swamp monster would have been lost if they had not been chasing them for a long time.
For those who hunt them, it is difficult for ordinary teams to find their traces. Furthermore, as Chapo said just now, he did fight after the war started and helped the team kill many dark swamp monsters.
"Okay, okay, I accept your suggestion. But having said that, you should know more about the dwarf butcher. Once the battle enters the state, we will forget everything. We will be immersed in the infinite pleasure. You must know that killing is the first step in life.
What a pleasure.”
Bogul said, wiping his ax on the dead swamp monster so that there wouldn't be too much blood on it.
"Okay, today I understand it for the first time."
"You acted very bravely in the battle just now, which is completely unlike your kind."
Bogur asked curiously while wiping his axe. A pair of small eyes stared at Rhodes, making Rhodes feel uncomfortable all over. Rhodes didn't know if anyone else paid attention just now except the dwarf.
to this battle. Perhaps, they should all be busy with the battle in front of them, busy fighting with their respective opponents...
"Why do you say that? Am I not a human being? What am I if I am not a human being?"
Rhodes asked tiredly. Many wounds were healing, except for the burned part of the shoulder, which was still aching.
"Wizard, battle priest, chosen one... In short, one of these three identities will suit you. I have traveled to many places and met many people. Your strength is definitely better than these barbarians, so they worship you.
As the boss. In addition, few of the cloaks you wear are capable of hunting manticores. Whether you hunt alone or command a team to hunt, this is not something that normal people can do."
Rhodes didn't expect that this red-haired dwarf would be so knowledgeable and analyze him so clearly. But when he thought about it, it wasn't surprising. Bogul was not a butcher warrior at the beginning. His previous identity and occupation was a ranger.
.A qualified ranger must have a lot of knowledge, especially for ancient races like dwarves and elves.
"But if you don't want to tell me, I won't pester you to ask. The Butcher doesn't care who his teammates are, he only cares about who his opponents are and where they are."
Seeing that Rhodes didn't say anything, Bogul directly changed the subject. The dwarves' naturally bold and bold character prevents them from stalking, which is very boring and annoying behavior for them. There are many reasons for that.
Have the attitude that if you want to say something, just say it, and if you don’t want to say something, I won’t bother to ask.
"Lord, there are thirty-two people. Today, we have killed and injured thirty-two more brothers."
The conversation with Bogul was quickly interrupted by the clerk's report. Rhodes covered his wound and listened to the clerk's report. There were more than 300 people, and thirty-two were killed... It didn't look like much, but actually
A lot... On a battlefield dominated by cold weapons, the killing efficiency is not high. Thirty-two people are already a big number for the entire team. You must know that before these Norscans were included,
, there are only more than forty permanent soldiers in Blackhammer Castle. The number of people killed in one day is equivalent to the permanent strength of a castle, which is already very terrifying.
But the opponent is a swamp monster, a terrifying dark creature. This is not surprising. But Rhodes still feels a little distressed. He must cherish every soldier, every warrior. This is a small battle, and a tenth loss is okay.
Bear with it, on a large battlefield, sometimes the death of one-tenth of the soldiers may trigger a rout of the entire legion.
"Bring them back to Blackhammer Castle and give them a good burial."
In front of Bogul, Rhodes gave instructions to the clerk.
"Where are you going next?"
After arranging the work, Rhodes continued to chat with the dwarf butcher.
"A butcher never has a fixed residence. Wherever there is fighting, I will go."
Bogur said.
"Then you should follow me back to Blackhammer Castle. There are endless battles and endless enemies there."
Rhodes returned with a smile.
"Your enemies don't mean they are my enemies."
But the butcher was still arrogant. He held his head high and his eyes were proud and firm.
"Maybe it wasn't before, but it will definitely be in the future." Rhodes said, "In fact, before I came here, I had experienced two battles, and the number of participants in each battle exceeded a hundred. The first time
, in the evil moon of winter, at least five hundred beastmen attacked my castle, and we fought them back; the second time, in the black forest, we were besieged by hundreds of beastmen.
They defeated us, but they were still repelled by me and this group of Norscans. There will be more and more battles in the future."
"Can you tell me why the little Blackhammer Castle faces such a major enemy?"
Bogul asked with a frown.
"It's very simple, darkness is coming, and the demon army is about to rise again. Their target is not me, but the order camp of the entire world. The old continent, the new continent, the old world, and the new world will all face the most terrifying war in history.
Catastrophe. And my castle, my territory, just happens to be at the forefront of this war, so I can sense the arrival of this power in advance."
"It's interesting, you know a lot..."
Bogul's eyes became serious and serious. It was rare for anyone to see such a calm and serious expression on the butcher's face.
"Okay, for the sake of you and me fighting side by side, I will join your army and return to Blackhammer Castle with you to kill the beastmen. But let's talk it over in advance. If I don't see a beastman for two consecutive months,