Getting up from the blanket in the corner, Marceau glanced at the big bed and saw that the girls were still sleeping on the bed, so the kitten got dressed and came to the bedside to pull up the blanket corners for Anne and Long - the closer to Moggs, the cooler the weather became, and the priest, like the shaman, needed to enter the realm of level 50 before he could be immune to natural diseases, so in order to avoid the two of them catching a cold, Marceau was always doing what he could.

As for Yang ...... Marceau had never seen a person sleep as calmly and serenely as Yang, like a girl who had fallen into a dream and never turned around and kicked during her sleep every day.

Brushing the ends of the hair from Yang's forehead, Marceau got up and left.

Going downstairs and out of the hotel, facing the newly lit east, Marceau unexpectedly saw the dwarf named Toby.

The latter, apparently having spotted Marceau, was waving to the kitten, "Good morning, kitten." ”

"Good morning, Uncle Toby. Considering that this was a veteran of the Second Human-Insect War, Marceau felt that calling him an uncle would never mess up his identity.

"What's the matter, can't you sleep? ”

"No, I'm used to it. ”

Answering the elder's question, Marceau glanced to the side and saw that the NPCs of the caravan were repairing the carriages in the caravan: "Our next road should be easier." ”

"Presumably, but I've heard from adventurers that a band of goblins are moving around the town, as if trying to rob a caravan. Toby said as he shaved the beard on his face with the dagger in his hand: "There is a temple of steppe elves and a team of high-level battle priests of the steppe elves in the town, plus the players, so they don't dare to attack the town, so they have been wandering away." ”

"How many. ”

"The players don't know, after all, it's a bunch of goblins. If you really want to contact and fight, the current team of players may not be able to win. ”

Speaking of which, Goblins aren't actually the ones that some players think are bigger than the goblins and goblins, but rather some burly and hairy humanoid races, albeit cousins of the goblins. But the size is bigger, and one meter eight can only be regarded as short among the big goblins, these guys are good at battle formations, and they can be said to be very troublesome opponents.

If in the city, with the current level, Marceau alone has the confidence to kill a hundred goblins armed to the teeth, but if he encounters the same number of goblins in the wild, Marceau will try his best to avoid conflicts with these guys, and it is really a big deal to speed up his run, anyway, there are very few priests among these guys. There isn't even a mage, the kittens want to run, and with potions and spells, these guys don't want to catch up.

Only if he really can't run, Marceau will choose to kill these thick-skinned guys. Of course, if it's an adventurer-level contact, Marceau doesn't have to be afraid - all sorts of spells are enough to torture these stupid guys.

"We don't know how many of them there are, and we might be in trouble. "The Great Goblin is usually in the Order-Keeping evil camp. Orderliness is the reason why they are able to form bandit gangs, although small groups within them may not be convinced by each other. But as long as there is the most powerful leader - a strong goblin warrior, say, then they are obedient warriors.

Marceau didn't want to run into a tribe (more than 300 goblins) as soon as he went out, and although the steppe elf NPCs and player guards in the convoy were all veterans, they couldn't withstand the rush of so many goblins, and there would be a lot of vehicle or personnel losses at that time. Then the caravan will definitely choose to return, so there are too many variables.

"I asked the NPCs in the convoy, and they seemed confident that a group of steppe elves who would make a pilgrimage to Stream City would be accompanying them. Toby gestured to the group of steppe elves kneeling in the clearing next to the convoy, and Marceau glanced at it. I understood the identity of these little ones - steppe elf pilgrims.

As we all know, the steppe elves escaped from slavery entirely because of the god Anonymous, who was still a mortal and led a clan of steppe elves north into the keel basin and established Stream City near the bay in the northernmost stream basin.

The Stream Basin is famous for the small rivers that gather from the waterfalls in the mountains and merge into rivers as they flow through it, and after the establishment of Stream City, the steppe elves thrived here until they counterattacked the continent after the Anonymous Clan became a god, saving countless compatriots, so Stream City became a sacred place in the eyes of the steppe elves.

Every year, the young steppe elves who have passed the rite of passage in the steppe elf villages scattered all over the continent will choose to walk all the way north to Stream City, which is a very sacred ritual, the young steppe elves will automatically form a team according to the region, and the team is usually protected by a team of anonymous priests, and the person in charge is at least at the priestly level, except for cultists, no one will be crazy enough to attack the well-armed pilgrims, and these pilgrims are usually very capable of fighting- At least they've been training for muskets since they were young, and they're definitely not the kind of fools who rely on faith to hit.

Marceau counted that there were at least a hundred steppe elves in this group, and they should be all the adult children in all the steppe elf villages in a certain area: "I think with them in the group, no big goblins can be a problem." ”

"I think so too, and I hope those big goblins can understand that in this era, the size of a man and the size of his fist can no longer determine the outcome of a battle. ”

As soon as Mr. Toby finished speaking, Marceau heard the sound of his teammates going online - so the kitten looked at the hotel door, and after a while, everyone rushed out, and Anne ran against her sledgehammer, although it had been years since she watched the girl fight against the sledgehammer, but no matter how she looked at it, Marceau always felt a sense of disobedience.

Anne came to Marceau's side and put the hammer down, Marceau could clearly feel the vibration from the ground, it seemed that this power hammer was heavier than the previous giant stone hammer, meow, Thuringian orangutan, how did your daughter raise it.

"Marceau, you woke up before we did. Anne smiled, holding the hammer on each of the rings of the girl's left and right hands, in a style familiar to Marceau—she had bought herself.

"Wake up early and be in good health. Marceau was poor as she enjoyed Yang's touch, and at the same time noticed the small mace on Yang's waist.

"Then what would we like to eat this morning, our healthy Mr. Marceau. Yang asked: "Crab fried rice, or pork slices poured over rice bowls." ”

"As long as it's not vegetarian. Marceau replied solemnly.

"I want it to be delicious, too!" added Chang Shu.

Marceau turned her head to look at the girl, and found that the girl wearing a soft leather cuirass and battle dress today had a necklace hanging from her chest, and the black pearl as a charm was very beautiful.

"It's too oily to eat in the morning, I'll prepare preserved eggs and lean porridge for you, the preserved eggs in this world are a craft passed down by the Tang people." As one of the chefs, An Lin was the first to respond: "By the way, when are we leaving?" ”

"It will be at least an hour after the pilgrims have finished praying. ”

"Okay, somebody follow me to the kitchen. An Lin raised her hand and asked.

"Let's go!" the bear kids group was the first to respond.

"Don't make trouble, let's do it professionally. After Yang finished speaking, he turned to look at the girls: "Professional people, do professional things, right, girls." ”

"Yes, that's right. The girls immediately cleared up, and the men who stayed behind ...... I started to look forward to today's breakfast as a matter of course. (To be continued......)