Truth was relative. Experience that worked perfectly for tribal conflicts could become a fatal flaw when applied to a higher-intensity war.
Sometimes, such differences were insignificant. Other times, they could bring total disaster.
Richard had no intention of spending his entire life fooling around with the natives in the wilderness. Thus, Nehru's old habits had become vices that High Mountain Keep absolutely had to stamp out. That was why Richard had refused to let him use Bloodlust Art on their own people.
Nehru opened and closed his mouth, rendered speechless, his bewildered eyes fixed on the distant horizon.
When he had first heard the concept of "Dual Frenzy," his only reaction had been: That's amazing. Run for it! Compared to Lord Richard's elaborate schemes, they were worlds apart.
Ever since coming to High Mountain Keep, he had constantly been subjected to negation. Today, that negation had reached its peak. It made the poor frog at the bottom of the well wonder if he really was a fool, while also vaguely realizing that the world outside the well truly was much broader.
All of this left him both apprehensive and expectant. An indescribable emotion fermented in his heart.
Richard left Nehru sitting on the rock, continuing to rack his brains, while he dusted off his backside and slipped away.
The dwarves had already held great respect for the allied forces that had come to their aid. After dealing with the Minotaurs, that respect rose another level, and they practically regarded him as the embodiment of wisdom and courage. Several adolescent dwarf youths secretly sought him out and bluntly said they hoped to become his followers in the future, but he fobbed them off with a few jokes.
Generally speaking, the greater a person's ambitions, the more they looked down on the