Chapter 12 Gu Dao

"Fuck! What a broken sword!"

The young hero's sword cut off Richard's broken sword, but it was still powerful. She directly cut off Richard's right arm.

"Master!" Vashj shot two arrows to force the young hero to retreat and carry Richard to the back.

Vashj hurriedly checked Richard's injuries. Richard pushed Vashj away and his tentacles reconstructed his right arm.

"It's just an arm. Why are you panicking? Stay here and I'll fight her with my real strength."

Although he said this, Richard was still cursing in his heart. It was so embarrassing that he failed to show off his strength.

Richard, who was back on the battlefield, summoned more than ten tentacles directly from the ground, some thin and long, some thick and strong. It was covered with a layer of dense shadow power, attacking the young hero from all directions. The young hero was distracted and was soon hit. The shadow power on the tentacles burned her skin. The young hero was in unbearable pain and was hit several more times. She was accidentally hooked by the tentacles and fell to the ground, losing the power to resist. The situation on the field suddenly reversed.

"I can't lose... I am a hero who inherited the name and dragon blood of the Torrisettito family... I can't fall in a place like this..." The young hero gritted her teeth and endured the whipping. "

They are still waiting for me to open a way out for them. I can't lose!" The girl thought of the adventurers who entered the maze with her.

"Dragon! Give me the power to fight!" The girl roared and climbed up.

"Burn! Dragon Slayer Belisaruda! Turn all enemies in front of you into ashes!" As soon as the girl finished her words, the big sword in her hand was covered with red flames. The girl swung it hard, and the flame knife cut off all the tentacles in front of her. The girl stepped back and stabbed Richard at a speed that was difficult to discern with the naked eye.

"Oh no, I can't dodge!"

"Bang! Squeak--"

The girl's powerful sword hit a huge black scale, and Vashj blocked it with force, preventing it from moving forward. The newly summoned tentacles on the side took advantage of the situation to tie up the Dragon Slayer.

The huge scales are Deathwing's back scales. They are extremely hard and were one of the items that Mr. Netharion, a famous biologist in Azeroth, paid Richard for rare materials.

Richard took advantage of the moment when the young hero's weapon was trapped, jumped out from behind Deathwing's scales, and punched the young hero in the abdomen.

"Dang!"

The Dragon Slayer and the girl fell to the ground together, and the battle was over.

Richard looked at the black scales and said, "Tsk tsk, it's a shame that this scale is so hard that no weapon can do anything about it. It left scratches on it the first time it appeared. It's really disappointing."

"Maybe it's due to the characteristics of this weapon?" Vashj picked up the Dragon Slayer left on the ground.

Richard pointed at a naga and said, "You! Hold up the scales!"

Vashj chopped a few times with the giant sword, but there was no mark left on the scales.

Richard pinched his chin and said, "It seems that it is not the problem of the sword, but the problem of the person using the sword. The girl has unusual skills. Speaking of skills, I think I should find a mentor to learn the skills of fighting in human form... But who should I find?"

Richard lowered his head and thought: I haven't heard who has stronger abilities here, but skills are also tiring. Maybe I can try a new way of fighting?

Richard raised his head and found that Vashj and her team had already lined up.

"Is everything done?"

"Yes, master. All the adventurers in the maze have been wiped out. The maze is under our complete control again."

"Very good. All the living captive adventurers will be assigned to do the heaviest work. They can stay in a shed and get one-third of the food given to ordinary captives. Anyone who dares to resist will be beaten to death! Damn it, I hate adventurers the most. I'm not Yogg-Saron, that idiot who can drop airplane heads. Why are you coming to me?"

Vashj accepted the order in confusion. She knew who Yogg-Saron was, an ancient god who had fought with her master for many years. But why would Yogg-Saron, known as the Thousand Maws, have anything to do with mechanical creations like airplane heads? Vashj didn't quite understand. Of course, Vashj didn't know the tragic history of Richard visiting Yogg-Saron every week to get the aircraft head mount, but nothing came out.

Richard walked in the maze, knocking left and right, and sighed.

"Now I understand why Kilt and his men attacked us. Just reading the report didn't give me a clear understanding. Only after experiencing it personally did I know what they relied on."

Vashj stood beside Richard and listened carefully.

"This maze has many forks and numerous traps. Even an army of 100,000 would have difficulty entering without a map. The adventurers who attacked this time were easily wiped out by us using the maze. If it were us, we would have lost countless troops before we could break into the palace at the bottom. Guilt's ability to see directly has never failed before, and his handling of failures is also very effective. However, they don't know The special features of my body. If it were me, I would also choose to take action. I would also worry that this powerful army would be detrimental to us. What's more, many of the technologies they possess interest me. If they hadn't attacked me, I would have destroyed them now."

Richard turned to Vashj and said, "An innocent man is guilty of possessing a treasure. If you don't want to be robbed, you have to become stronger than the enemy."

"Yes, master."

Richard waved his hand and said, "You go ahead. I'm sleepy and want to go to bed."

He slept until noon the next day.

"I heard that the adventurers were restless?"

"Yes, Master. After killing several troublemakers, the adventurers have become much more well-behaved now."

"Well done. By the way, lower the treatment of this group of people and spread some rumors to make them resent those restless guys and let them run rampant."

"Yes, Master."

"Anything else you want to report?"

"Selena went to treat many injured captives yesterday. After meeting me, she asked me to ask for an improvement in the treatment of the adventurers."

"Oh?"

"I guess she thinks you treat the adventurers so badly because you are still angry with her."

"Qi, little girl, you think too much. If I were angry, the first ones to be affected would be the church army and adventurers. I naturally dislike this group of people. Is there anything else?"

"Nothing else, Master."

"Take me to the room where the hero is imprisoned."

"Let me go! You bunch of demons! Let me go!"

A brave warrior with long emerald green hair in the room roared angrily, but it was useless, her limbs were restrained.

"Hmph-hmph--" The brave warrior panted angrily and glared at Richard.

"What do you want to do?"

"Guess?" Richard walked over.

"Bah!" The brave warrior spit at Richard, who dodged to the side and gave her a thumbs up.

"You're tough enough, but I want to see how long you can last."

Richard grabbed her hair, and his tentacles twisted into a spiral gun and stabbed into the valley behind her...