Karui was indeed extremely unlucky.

The bandits of the wasteland divide their own territory, and the weaker can only roam the most dangerous frontiers in the wasteland, fighting the autumn winds, and dealing with the regular encirclement and suppression from the Beamon army from time to time.

The inside of the wasteland is different, the long and vast wasteland is the best hiding place, and it is impossible for Beamon's orc army to have the time and energy to clear out such a large range of goblins and ogres, so the robbers in the wasteland breed like gadfly, as if the great wasteland is their own paradise. Therefore, the goblins and ogre tribes in the wasteland are all composed of the bravest and strongest warriors, and the weakened and older bandits of the wasteland like Karui can only choose to leave with their own acquaintances, and the only fate that awaits him is to be killed by his own kind as food.

When the bear goblin bandits appeared, the dead grass of the wasteland obscured their follow-up troops, and Karui saw only two bear goblins as outposts.

These two bear goblins obviously inherited the nature of the bandits of the wasteland, and when they saw so many "Lori" (ps: the meaning of "young girl" in the lingua franca of the Aegean. Immediately, their eyes straightened, and saliva poured down from the corner of their lips.

There are two vertical openings at the corners of the mouth of the bear goblin, and there are shiny traces hanging on it all the year round, which is the product of saliva and snot.

The aesthetics of all creatures on the continent are almost the same, and this does not vary depending on the race.

When the two bear goblins came out of the haystack and the big horn, there was a ticking white line on the red earth under their feet.

At first, Karui thought that these were just two bear goblin robbers roaming the wasteland, and when Karui was in his prime, he and his companions formed large and small gangs to wander around the wasteland.

Like Karui, all the Hedgehog Shepherd and Skunk Shepherd, who were busy gathering the herd, saw the two stout bear goblins at the same time, their whips sliding to their feet.

The weakness of the vassals is evident in the Bimon, and they are often the quickest to collapse when faced with an invincible enemy. These weak races simply cannot go to war, and they basically have no fighting courage other than to be used as logistics.

These weak races are also poor worms on the verge of extinction in the Beamon race, even the snails among the Minotaurs of the Boer tribe, and the torture bears among the Bil bears, although they are in a strong race, they are also too weak themselves, and the population is becoming more and more sparse without exception.

Strangely enough, when presented in front of a race that is weaker than them, they are happy to show off their bravery.

Looking at the huge macehead sticks held in the hands of the two bear goblins, the eyes of these hedgehog shepherds and skunks were slanted into cross-eyed. Fortunately, there were only two bear goblins, and the hedgehog shepherd, who had come to his senses, picked up the spears beside them, and shouted loudly as they retreated, hoping to scare the two ill-intentioned robbers.

Karui felt that it was time for him to show his face, and although he was a bit of a disadvantage against two bear goblins at the same time, with so many hedgehogs and skunks around, Karui felt that he could win the battle.

During this time, Kalu's consciousness was very high, his Richard master and a few proprietresses were so powerful, and he had such a strong panda warrior and mastiff warrior to follow, Karui felt that he couldn't lose this thick leg no matter what.

Although he didn't have a large wooden stick in his hand, Karui still desperately picked up a dead tree trunk next to him and rushed forward, only halfway through the forward rush, Karui's heart fell to his asshole.

The long line of barren grass was cleared, and a large group of bear goblins, dressed in tattered leather armor and carrying mace-headed clubs and rough shields, came out of the tall barren grass in an endless stream.

The dense mass of bear goblins gave Karui cramps in his legs and neck.

The goblin tribe in the wasteland can coexist with the ogre, which already represents strength.

The two bear goblin sentries didn't give Karui a chance to desert, and the sticks made a "whirring" sound and smashed them on Kalu's ugly head.

There was a muffled thud, and Karui's head was smashed into a gap at the same time, and Karui immediately threw away the dead tree trunk in his hand and covered his head, he felt that his head was suddenly very fluttering, and his ears were like a bee burrowing, "buzzing", and he could no longer hear anything.

Karui felt that between the two fingers covering the wound, in addition to the large chunks of something pouring out, there was also a special prickly hand.

When I opened my hand, I saw that in the palm of my hand covered with blue blood, there was a tribulus quinoa.

It was broken with too much force when the bear goblin's mace was smashed over.

Karui suddenly collapsed, turned his head and ran, and a long trail of blue blood pulled down the red soft earth.

It didn't take long for Karui to stand out of breath, the bear goblins didn't chase after him, Karui knew that they definitely wouldn't chase them, there were so many loli and beasts, no goblin bandit would be willing to chase an escaped ogre.

Karui picked up the dirt from his feet and slapped it on his head, finally stopping the bleeding.

In a dazed daze, the cold night breeze gradually blew the blood stains off his face, and Karui peeled off large scabs of dried blood from his hair and face.

"Do you want to catch up with Goode and report the news, or do you run for your life?" Karui's brain was stirred by the cold wind, and he finally woke up and began to think about this serious problem.

Karui weighed up his decision and decided to flee for his life. There are so many bear goblins, Karui thinks it's Goode and they come back, and it is estimated that it will be no fun.

Dragging his tired body, it was already dark when Karui came to the banks of the Sanggan River, looking at the sparkling Sanggan River, Karui wanted to cry a little, how difficult it was for a big man to slip away from him.

It must be a lewd party with a bear goblin on the red clay slopes. Karui glanced back with a little envy and looked down the riverbank to find the rattan boat that had been left behind.

The huge moon "Shampa" hid in the thick clouds, and the ogre's eyes were notoriously bad, and Kalukruba looked for the rattan boat to cross the river, and accidentally almost slipped into the water a few times, the ogre is notoriously afraid of water, and Karui clutched his chest and sat on the embankment.

I couldn't walk away, I couldn't go back, and tears flowed from Kalu's big confused eyes, wetting the reeds in front of him.

When Karui's blurred eyes rose again, a group of black dots gradually approached the wide surface of the river.

Is it a ship? Karui wiped his eyes, and felt that it didn't seem like much.

The black dots were getting closer and closer on the open surface of the river, and the sound of hearty laughter and talk could be faintly heard from above, and Karui lay on his stomach among the reeds, afraid to move.

In the wasteland, for a lone ogre, any creature would be his enemy.

Although the steaming Sanggan River is in the winter break, the water is still very strong, and the melting glacial water on the snow-capped mountains can wash any boat around. Lying in ambush in the reeds, Karui found that the black dots in the water were like rocks that stood still, and no matter how the water was jubilant, it was still moving slowly.

The moon "Shampa" quietly peeked out of the clouds, and the dark clouds in the sky slowly drifted around, wrapping around the cold light of the moon.

The sound of breaking through the water became louder and louder, and Karui quietly pushed away the reed roots in front of him, and his two huge eyes, which were still shining with tears, opened violently, and he forgot to breathe.

On the surface of the river, the heads of a dozen huge beasts appeared, each with a thick and huge nose pointing diagonally to the sky, and on the broad back sat countless strong Beamon who were talking and laughing.

A huge circle of light as bright and flickering as a "champa" dispelled the fog above the water waves and enveloped them.

The night in the wasteland was as cold as water, especially the Sanggan River was still melted by the glacial water, and the steaming water was bone-chilling, but these Bimon orcs bare their broad chests, talking and laughing.

The giant beast walking in the water stepped onto the shallower and shallower tidal flat bank, and its huge body finally protruded from the water little by little.

Karui shoved his hand into his mouth, holding back his fiercely fighting teeth.

He saw a group of terrifying giant mammoths, more than five meters on their bodies, a thick layer of long hair, silver droplets of water falling down from their slippery hair, the soft soil on the river bank was trampled on a huge deep hoof print, looking at the mammoth's beak of oblique spiral horrible front teeth, Karui almost went into shock.

The mammoths were at least a dozen paces away from Karui, but Karui didn't feel the sky in front of him at all.

From time to time, burly and tall figures jumped from the wooden platform on the giant mammoth's body, and Karui estimated that those strong figures were at least twice as large as his ogre.

Oh, my God! Who are these Beamons? Even the Orephine warriors don't have such a huge body! Karui gasped sharply, his body shivering.

"Obis Rakhi! It's finally the damn place! A loud and rude shout dragged Kalou's out-of-body soul back.

A mammoth gently bent down its legs as thick as a Doric pillar, and two figures slowly descended from its broad snout by tugging at its windmill-like ears.

The two figures are petite and strong.

Karui's eyes couldn't stop spewing thin tears any longer, the voice was all too familiar.

It used to be a nightmare, but now, Karui calls the sound a heavenly sound.

"Master Richard," Carew, with a crying voice, suddenly stood up from the reeds, and cried out loudly.

A group of tall black shadows immediately surrounded him, and the long knife in his hand that shimmered with the moonlight reflected in his hand made Karui's words suddenly half-cut. These long knives were terrifying, their curved blades with terrifying arcs, and the overwhelming chill that reflected them turned the wasteland into a glacier in an instant.

"I'm Karui! Master! Lady Helen! I'm Karui! Your ogre slave Karui! Karui jumped to his feet and erupted into a scream like a slaughtered sand beast.

The shadows gathered around stood still, and Karui's chest heaved nervously as he lay on the ground, staring in horror at the crowd of Bimon orcs in front of him whose faces he couldn't see.

It's so strong! Karui looked at the orcs' arms, and then at himself, and he felt like a grouse running into an ostrich pile.

A soft light pierced the darkness, and Liu Zhenzhen held the Night Pearl in his hand and appeared beside the down-and-out Kalu.

The blood on Karui's face made his eyes narrow.

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