Renard overwhelmed his physical strength when he comprehended the fast sword, and now he can't even hold the sword, so all the heavy lifting falls on Cliffor.

Cooking in a pot, two bowls of hot broth went down, and I only felt that my strength had recovered again.

Then Cliffor began to massage Renard according to a special massage method, according to the other party, if you do not relax your muscles and bones after strenuous exercise, it will affect the development of the body and slow down the progress of strength.

Don't look at Cleaver's five big and three rough, the massage technique is very sophisticated.

Renard couldn't help but quip: "Actually, you are not bad at massage, you should earn more than being a mercenary." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a sound suddenly came from the east, and the two of them changed color at the same time.

"Something seems to be approaching fast. Renard stood up from the bluestone, his features sharpened much after a long period of exercise, and he quickly locked on to where the voice came from, picked up the long sword with his sore arm, and made a defensive move.

"Don't be nervous, it's not a difficult role. Cliffor listened carefully and gave the answer: "It is a herd, not one, the strong have always been mavericks, and so are the beasts." ”

As if to test his claim, two small heads suddenly poked out of the bushes of Suosuo.

Coliver pulled Renard and pressed him into the bushes: "Shhh ”

Although the strength of kobolds is very low, it does not mean that they are ineffective, and when they travel in groups, even tigers and big lynxes have to retreat.

Renard crouched in the bushes, sword in his right hand, and if the two kobolds dared to make a noise, he would rush out and slash them.

I don't know whose luck it was, the two kobolds poked their heads out and looked around, but they didn't notice the existence of the two, so they waved behind them, and the sound of the rope sounded again, and then countless kobolds pushed aside the bushes and swarmed out.

Dressed in tattered clothes and carrying short spears in their hands, they argued and fought as they advanced.

Renard only felt his scalp tingle, and was glad that he hadn't rushed into action.

As a kobold passed in front of him, he noticed that the other man was carrying a dying creature in his hand, and the other man kept shaking the trophy and letting the hapless little creature let out a cry of pain.

Reynard looked at it for a long time before he could tell that it was a baby goblin.

Kobolds take pleasure in cruelty to animals, which is a well-known thing, throwing baby goblins back and forth, or slamming them to the ground, as long as they can vent the tyrannical element in their hearts.

This kind of behavior would not be pleasant for anyone to see, Renard untied his bow and arrows, and aimed with arrows, and his shooting accuracy was second only to swordsmanship.

However, the dwarf kobold shuttled through the dense bushes, which invisibly increased the difficulty of shooting, and he failed to aim several times, so he could only shake his head helplessly and let the guys leave.

Cliffor tapped him on the shoulder, then pointed in both directions, gesticulating a throat-slitting motion.

Renard suddenly understood that the other party was going to disperse the sneak attack from behind.

Cliffor whispered: "Pay attention to hiding your body, kobolds don't have a high IQ, as long as you hide well enough, they won't find it at all, I'll do it first, the screams are the signal." ”

After the discussion, the two of them each looked for a direction and quietly followed with their weapons.

After a while, Renard approached the rear of the kobold troops, bent his bow and arrows, and aimed at a native who was strolling leisurely.

"Ahh

"Whoosh!" the arrow struck the kobold in the head with a wind-breaking sound, and he fell straight to the ground without even screaming.

The kobold team was in disarray, and Cliffor rushed into it with his sword, and the corpses were scattered everywhere he went, chasing and slaying the fleeing kobolds like a farmer rushing into a flock of chickens, trying to find one to make dinner.

Renard crawled through the dense bushes and shot the poor natives incessantly, but the other side provided him with good cover, and until now the kobolds did not notice his presence.

"Die, moths!" Cleaver screamed, blood and killing him uncontrollable.

Two brave kobolds pounced on him with bony spears like moths to a flame, trying to stop the carnage with the power of their microblogging.

At that moment, the two kobolds felt that they had been completely sublimated.

Even if you can't defeat the enemy, even if you will die because of it, you will definitely awaken the will to fight of your companions, and their brave and fearless spirit will live on in the tribe forever.

The story goes like this: two brave kobolds resolutely rushed to the invincible enemy, and then ......

Then they were mercilessly split in half by Cliffor, and blood splattered everywhere.

When the kobolds around saw this, they were stunned for a moment, and then fled as if they had seen a ghost.

The kobolds, who had some courage, also completely lost the will to fight, they dropped their weapons and ran in all directions.

If you're lucky, you'll probably be able to make it back to the tribe, but you'll be shot through the chest by Renard, or you'll be given food for other natives and beasts.

Survival of the fittest, this is the law of nature.

Cleaver was killing all sides, and at this moment, he suddenly sensed a crisis, and almost instinctively rolled on the spot, a huge explosion sounded, scarlet flames suddenly rose, and the position he was standing just now instantly turned into a sea of fire.

He almost got up from the ground in embarrassment, and suddenly there was a feeling in his heart that he would be left behind.

In a moment, Cleaver's back was soaked in cold sweat because he saw the man who had attacked him.

Reynard realized that he hurriedly crawled in the bushes and began to search for traces of the sneak attackers.

This extremely ridiculous idea suddenly occurred in his head, but before his mind could turn a corner, he saw a fireball volley into the air, and the target was actually himself.

"I'm grass!" he jerked to his feet, dodging to the side.

The fireball slammed directly into his prostrate place, exploding violently, the earth almost three feet high, and the surrounding bushes blazing.

Following the trajectory of the fireball, Renard spotted the sneak attacker.

It was a man dressed in a black robe, his face hidden in the shadow of his hood, tall and thin, holding a small wooden pole inlaid with fiery red gems, and the intense fire elemental tumbled in it like rolling magma.