The nightclub arrives as scheduled, and with it comes fear, greed, and killing. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Yes, killing, especially on a night of ignorance like this, where the darkness of the night devours blood, buries corpses, and more importantly, is the most powerful ally of the sneak attackers, allowing them to come silently to their prey.

The young leader opened his eyes, and a trace of sadness flashed in his dark yellow pupils, which was sympathy and pity for his prey, if it could, it did not want to fight any monsters, but at this moment it was not only itself that was on its shoulders, but the expectations of all its clansmen.

Bright bonfires began to dance between the mountains not far away, creating a striking contrast to the darkness here. The leader turned his head to look behind him, and his compatriots were watching him with bated breath. Their faces looked a little tired, the result of the hunger and pain they had endured all this time, but their eyes were still resolute and brave, showing the pride of being warriors.

Be sure to get everyone's smiles back.

The leader secretly made up his mind, and it clenched the pendant on its chest hard, which was a relic left by the previous leader and its father, although many days had passed, but the pendant still seemed to have its father's body temperature, and its last words still lingered in his ears.

To live, to lead our people to live!

Tears are like endless mist, making the whole world hazy. The leader nodded slightly, and the warriors behind him rushed towards the fire in front of him like black lightning.

With their athletic stature and the same brown skin as the land around them, the goatmen can easily climb steep rocks and run between cliffs, and they are confident that they can fight any monster in the canyon, not to mention that they are three times as large as each other!

Goblins and kobolds are not to be feared at all, giant wolves can be easily subdued, forest trolls, bear monsters and boar people are a little tricky, but they can also be suppressed by numbers, the only one who can pose a threat may be the human among them, the human who can gather a group of monsters, must have a very strong strength, but humans are human beings after all, if they can get close, their fragile bodies will not be able to resist the sharp blade in my hand, no matter what, the victory will eventually belong to us!

The leader was so convinced that he took a step.

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Prepare hearty food before sunset, and of course absolutely no alcohol, given that last time everyone was drunk and only I was lonely and sober a lesson, this time I deliberately did not bring wine out, yes, I am so careful! The goblins and kobolds happily cut some branches from the surrounding area and piled them up in the middle of the camp, so that the preparations for the bonfire were complete.

Before it got dark, Il couldn't wait to light a bonfire. Although it was only faint at first, as if ink was dripped into the water, the flames spread in an instant, engulfing all the branches of the tree in an instant, bursting out with tongues of fire several meters high, jumping up like living creatures, and enveloping the surroundings with a warm orange light.

The monsters were excitedly dancing around the bonfire, and of course, if such uncoordinated movements could be called a dance, now I finally had a deep understanding of what it means to be a group of demons. Sack and Padra and Cardo were eating meat in their mouths, and my seat was in the middle of them, and the considerate goblins had made a wooden chair for me, but the workmanship was a little rough, and it would be very prickly to sit down if it was flesh and blood, but fortunately I was just a pile of bones, and I didn't feel uncomfortable. Even so, I decided to get up and walk around, after all, I've been sitting for a long time, and I've been quietly watching the monsters carnival, and I feel like I've become an ornament, this is not good, I'm the protagonist, okay! Il was fully integrated into the dancing procession, dancing with the monsters. The sights and memories began to overlap, reminding me of a bonfire I attended when I was a human, when I was in junior high school, where all the students sat around the playground, watched the bright flames mingle with the infinite sparks in the sky, and then laughed and screamed carefree. In this way, monsters do not seem to be much different from humans, they can cry, laugh, be happy, and be sad.

Perhaps because the temperature of the flames had softened the air around me, I felt as if there was a warm current flowing through my heart that no longer existed.

Just as I was hesitating to join in the dance of the monsters, a shadow flew swiftly against the ground. It leaped towards the dancing monsters, the flames refracting some kind of cold light, two sharp blades that stretched out of the shadows.

Its target is Il!

"Fire Spirit Impact!" Seeing that the shadow was about to succeed, I hurriedly unleashed my magic, and dozens of fire spirits rushed towards the shadow in an instant, striking it the moment its blade was about to touch Il. The sudden explosion swept away the joyous atmosphere and replaced it with a blank silence.

Only the firelight was left jumping as usual.

Bounced away by the impact of the magic, the black shadow landed on the ground not far away, gradually revealing its form. It was a monster nearly two meters tall, with slender limbs, covered with brown hair, feet like sheep's hooves, a slender face, and sharp horns like goats on its head.

Its hands were crossed over its chest, and it held two scimitars as sharp as crescent moons. It must have blocked my magic attack with its blade, and it didn't show the slightest sign of fire burns on its body.

"Goatman!" Sack shouted and stood up, but almost at the same time, nearly thirty of the same monsters appeared around him, and before he could make any resistance, Sack and the others were controlled by the other party's blades. The same was true on the other side of the campfire, where they were surrounded by nearly a hundred goats, unable to fight back.

A few goatmen appeared around me as well, and they sprang at me, only to be bounced open by the magical barrier that covered me.

The goblin in charge of the guard didn't send any signal, and it seems that the camp's defense is still full of holes. But this can't be blamed entirely on the goblins, in the face of such agile opponents, there is nothing a goblin can do at all.

In the end, I was too careless, and it was no wonder that I would be attacked for holding such a high-profile bonfire party in an unfamiliar environment.

Ah, really, I'm the only one left who has the ability to fight. Anyway, I didn't notice it before, but the night tonight was really thick, like a sticky paste, without the slightest starlight, and it seemed to be in the abyss ten meters away from the campfire.

I sighed inwardly and picked up a goatman's scimitar that had fallen to the ground. Now there are no less than forty goatmen surrounding me, and the goatman who attacked Il's earlier is also among them, although in my eyes the goatmen all look similar, but the goatman who attacked Il's is still obviously different from the other goatmen, its body is taller and stronger, and a white triangular totem is carved on its chest, so it seems that it should be their leader.

As the saying goes, the thief captures the king first, so let me defeat it to turn the tide of battle.