Wolf Feng didn't know the courage these guys had to fight him, only to see him stretch out his thumb and index finger with both hands, and pose with two pistols, and one after another flaming arrows shot towards the ogre.

"Bang! bang!"

Wolf Feng also enthusiastically sounded the flaming arrows, shooting a bunch of ogres on the ground crying wolf.

As soon as the divine arrow comes into contact with the cannibal, dirty, and shiny hair, it will instantly burn.

Suddenly, there was a bunch of running fireballs in the open space in front of Wolf Feng's camp, and Aji, who was hiding in the corner, looked at Ishan who was burned to charred by Wolf Feng before he could say anything ruthless, and hurriedly ran back to the tribe to close his door tightly.

At this moment, he suddenly had to admit that sometimes strong muscles really work better than the mind.

"Whew~"

Wolf Feng looked at the charred corpse and brought his right hand, which was still in a pistol position, to his mouth, and blew a light breath of cool air, he stepped on the fence with one foot, like a cowboy returning from a duel.

"Hor, you go to the tribe and tell Aggie to clean up these guys' bodies for me within an hour, or I won't mind turning him into charcoal too!"

Wolf Feng naturally knew that these brainless guys must have been instigated by Aji, but it was a pity that Wolf Feng, who had recovered some strength, didn't take Aji in his eyes at all.

That's right, it's so arrogant!

......

The brief episode Wolf Feng didn't even take it to heart, and Hale still can't forget the strange expression of horror on Aggie's face as he cleaned the corpse with humiliation.

Every time Wolf Feng's finger pointed at Aji, Aji would unconsciously hold his head and tremble on the ground, because he saw that Wolf Feng used this trick to deal with ogres.

After finally cleaning the corpse, Aji, who returned to the tribe tremblingly, found that his crotch was actually wet, looking at the strange expressions of the people around him......

And just as Aji was crying under the covers, Wolf Blade was already on his way to the Mire Tribe with Hall.

Although he didn't take Aggie seriously, he didn't feel at ease when he left Hall's wife and son in the camp, so he could only let Sakara stay to protect them.

Naturally, the two big men didn't have so much nonsense on the road, and when they were hungry, they ate the prepared dried meat, and when they were thirsty, they followed the stream, and finally arrived at the mire tribe on the fifth day.

The Mire Tribe is worthy of being the largest goblin tribe within a radius of a hundred miles, and even has the appearance of a city.

A low mud wall separated the jungle, and groups of patrolling warriors in leather wallets carefully watched every passerby.

Among the goblins, Wolf Feng can also see a small number of dwarfs and banshees, because of his special status, Hale took a lot of linen clothes in the tribe and opened them and asked Maggie to sew a cloak for Wolf Feng.

The merchants of the past looked at the tightly wrapped Wolf Feng with disdain, and there was no doubt that in their eyes, the wolf Feng was a complete ogre! And very poor.

However, Wolf Feng didn't care so much at this time, and walked towards the market of the mire tribe with his head down, it was better to be in time than to be in time, and there happened to be a meeting in the mire tribe today.

And behind Wolf Feng, a beautiful woman wrapped in a black robe stared at Wolf Feng's back tightly, and the corners of her mouth pulled out a dangerous smile, the woman's skin looked very weird, and there were faint signs of transparency on the whole person, but there were no bones and flesh under the skin, but pieces of blood-colored clouds that were constantly swimming.

"It seems that someone has been unfortunate enough to come to the Djinn Continent...... ”

There is no doubt that this is a banshee, and the banshee's blood pact scroll is famous even in the Divine Continent, and in the Djinn Continent, every banshee is also a feared curse master......

From the moment Wolf Feng first appeared in the mire tribe, the banshee had smelled the familiar scent of Wolf Blade, and there was no doubt that she knew Wolf Blade......

And Wolf Feng, who was wandering around, naturally didn't know that he had been targeted, and he wandered around every stall with great interest.

Most of the stalls are stocked with daily necessities and food, and it is naturally impossible for the goblin tribe to use gold coins as currency, so the ancient tradition of bartering has always been maintained here.

After wandering around for a long time, Wolf Feng finally saw a stall where he bought weapons, and the old man in the stall was wearing the clothes of the Mire Tribe.

The smelting skills of goblins are also unique in the Djinn Continent, but many goblin tribes do not have the strength to reclaim iron ore to build furnaces, and only in some large tribes with more than 10,000 people can you see iron weapons made by goblins.

Wolf Feng looked at it casually for a few years, took out a stabbing sword that was quite handy, and asked in an unskilled goblin language:

"How?"

The old man glanced at Wolf Feng with disdain, and at the same time stretched out his ten fingers, and said to Wolf Feng with the usual arrogance of the big tribe:

"Ten wurm crystals!"

"So expensive?"

Wolf Feng was taken aback, a fairly good stabbing sword actually needed ten wurm crystals! If this was placed in the Divine Language Continent, it was estimated that there would be a lot of leftover for one wurm crystal for such a thousand iron swords.

The old man jumped up and wanted to snatch the stabbing sword in Wolf Feng's hand, but after hesitating for a while, looking at the height difference between the two, he still gave up, and could only say coldly:

"If you can't afford it, don't bother me to do business!"

Wolf Feng touched his nose and was not angry, this old man was right, he really couldn't afford it, so he could only put down the bayonet sword in his hand and look elsewhere.

As soon as Wolf Feng left the old man's stall, a middle-aged man from the goblin clan pulled Wolf Feng's sackcloth robe.

Wolf Feng looked down, the middle-aged goblin full of stubble looked very tired, looked at Wolf Feng and looked at him carefully:

"Brother Ogre, if you can't afford an iron sword, why don't you come and see my stone sword, I promise that each one is polished by my heart!"

The middle-aged man introduced his own products to Wolf Feng while pointing to his stall in the corner, on which there were indeed a lot of weapons polished in pitch black stone.

Wolf Feng smiled and didn't refuse, walked to the middle-aged man's stall and squatted down to look at each weapon, and there was a hint of brilliance in the eyes of Hall behind Wolf Feng.

A long and narrow stone knife soon came into Wolf Feng's eyes, the middle-aged man said well, these weapons are polished very exquisitely, but after all, they are made of stone, and the middle-aged man does not dare to polish it too thinly, the stone knife looks more like a flat stone stick, and Wolf Feng touches the stone knife without thinking about it.

"Huh~"

But as soon as he touched the stone knife, Wolf Feng's hand was drawn with a long bloody cut.

Wolf Feng suddenly retracted his fingers, and couldn't help but be a little surprised when he looked at the stone knife that was still stained with blood.

I didn't expect this stone knife to be so sharp.