In Tarak Village, the black demonic flame on the long knife in Eye-Eater's hand burned more and more, his expression was hideous, a pair of goblin's unique earthy yellow eyes had turned blood-red, and several black gases gradually swirled around him.

Eyedevourer trembled in pain, blood spilled from his mouth and nose, and his huge head cracked in pain, as if it was about to explode.

Now, only one sentence kept exploding in his mind: "You lowly goblin, do you think that you can become its master by taking the "purgatory"? With your humble strength, you will be destroyed by its magic sooner or later, and I will wait for your arrival in hell, ahahahaha......." ”

"No, I've only used the magic of Purgatory once!" "Remembering the terrible laughter of the human warrior who had been plotted to death by himself, he roared reluctantly.

The black demonic flame that was churning and not extinguishing on the long knife "Purgatory" suddenly burst into flames, and flames flew in all directions. A cluster of flames burst into flames after touching the right hand of the Eye-Eater's knife. The eyes couldn't stop in pain, screamed miserably, and let go of the five fingers of his right hand. With a clang, "Purgatory" fell to the ground.

Along with Eye-Eater's right hand, black demonic flames instantly burned all over his body. Eyedevouring waved his hands, let out a terrible howl, and rolled to the ground. Eye-devouring kept screaming, rolling back and forth on the ground a few times, and then no longer moved. The black demon flame burned silently and burned Eye Eater, and in the blink of an eye, Eye Eater was burned to ashes, and there were no bones left, even the hard chain mail he was wearing was melted away.

The goblins watched the mutation on the field in amazement, and in extreme shock, no one even thought to step forward to help Eye Eater extinguish the black flames on their bodies. By the time they could react, all that was left on the ground was a charred humanoid mark, a pool of red molten iron, and a dark green scabbard.

Blade watched in amazement at what was happening in front of him, speechless for a moment. It seems that he still overestimated the strength of the rare goblin "master" in front of him. Although he estimated from the fact that the goblin was in poor physical condition after defeating Mousavi with the magic power in the long knife, he estimated that he simply did not have enough strength to suppress the "demonic nature" of the long knife in his hand. But he didn't expect that in the blink of an eye, the goblin "master" would be swallowed up by the dark magic in the long knife. However, what surprised the blade even more was that the power of the backlash was so strong, although the goblin "master" was only wearing an ordinary chain mail with a bright appearance, and there was no magic defense attribute at all, but the black magic flame could easily melt the iron chain mail in such a short time, and its power can be imagined.

"Brother," Tooth Eater, who was overwhelmed by anger, roared and rushed up at Eater Eye, who had suddenly died tragically in an instant. And he purely subconsciously waved the big knife in his hand and slashed at the enemy closest to the place where the Eye Devourer was killed, the arrogant werewolf boy.

Blade frowned, and at the moment when the big knife in Tootheater's hand slashed straight down, the war knife in his hand was lightly stabbed into Tootheater's chest first. Tootheater's eyes widened angrily, and a rumbling sound came out of his throat, as if unwilling, as if angry, as if regretful, in short, with all kinds of complicated emotions, the leader of the goblin tribe had completed the last journey of his life.

In the village of Tarak, a new round of massacres began.

When the last few dozen goblins were pressed by the wolf cavalry to a dirt wall in the west of the village, they could only point their swords at the wolf cavalry in horror, trembling all over, and some of the goblins even had a stench with the smell of urine coming from their lower bodies.

"Goblin, great god, save your poor people. One of the goblins, unable to withstand the fear of death, began to pray to the goblin's supreme deity with tears: "Oh, I don't want to die. ”

"Poor people?" Sharp Blade stretched out his scarlet tongue, slowly licked the blood on the sword, and looked coldly at these goblins who had been frightened, and kept sneering in his heart: "Who is the poor person when slaughtering the soldiers in those barracks and the civilians in the village?"

"Surrender, shall we surrender?" asked a goblin tentatively.

"Surrender, surrender, we surrender. Before the werewolves could reply, the other goblin simply threw away his weapon and raised his hands above his head.

Seeing this, the rest of the goblins hurriedly followed in the footsteps of the goblins who surrendered, threw away their weapons one after another, and raised their hands, for fear that the surrender would be slow and attract new killings by the werewolves.

Blade stared coldly at the performance of the clowns in front of him.

By the earthen wall, a ball of flesh stripped of its fur caught the blade's eye.

The sharp blade immediately felt a surge of qi and blood all over his body, and the wolves on his body stood upside down.

"You brutes, you don't even let go of civilians," Blade's voice was chilling: "I don't accept your surrender!"

The goblins, who had already put down their weapons, trembled visibly when they heard this, and then hurriedly picked up the weapons discarded on the ground, and shivered and pointed back at the wolf cavalry.

"You filthy and despicable bandits, pay the price for your crimes!" a cruel smile appeared on the corner of Blade's mouth, and just as he raised his sword and was about to order the wolf cavalry to make a final charge, suddenly, a goblin said in a trembling voice, "These rabbit-headed people are not the ...... we killed. ”

"What?" Blade was slightly stunned and turned his gaze in the direction from which the voice came from. Dancing God eBook

He saw a goblin looking at him in horror.

"You, come here. The goblin was startled at first, but he obviously knew that the blade was so powerful that he couldn't resist it, so he walked over to the blade in fear.

The goblin suddenly saw the flash of the sword, and the sword in the blade's hand was already on his neck. He exclaimed, and hurriedly knelt on the ground, kowtowing like pounding garlic, and begged in his mouth: "Adults spare their lives, adults spare their lives, the small ones have eighty high halls and ...... below." Before he could finish his sentence, he heard the sharp blade shout, "Shut up!" and immediately shut up and said no more.

"What did you just say?" Blade asked coldly.

"Oh, the little one, the little one is that the adults may have misunderstood, the villagers in this village were not killed by the little ones, they were already killed when we came here. When the goblin heard Blade's question, he immediately felt that things had taken a turn for the better, and hurriedly replied to Blade.

This goblin is none other than Sando. It turned out that when he heard Blade say that he didn't accept the reason for their surrender, he felt that Blade seemed to think that they had killed the orc civilians in this Tarak village. Although they had also planned to slaughter the orc civilians in this village, they didn't kill the people after all, and this black cauldron could not be easily carried, so he said that those rabbit-headed villagers were not killed by them.

"And did you kill the orc soldiers at the Grett Station not far outside Tarak Village?" Blade asked suddenly.

"No, we didn't kill those soldiers. The little one happened to be the first person to find out that those orc soldiers had been killed...... So, Sando told him exactly what he had seen and heard when he had scouted Gret's station. Listening to the goblin in front of him, Blade's heart became more and more surprised.

It turned out that after his initial anger, Blade had calmed down and began to wonder about the attack on Gret's station. Upon entering the Grett station, Blade noticed a large amount of blood left in the dormitories and beds of the orc soldiers, as if the dormitories were the first scene of the orc soldiers' killings, and it seemed that they were all killed while sleeping in their beds. The corpses of the orc soldiers were placed in the playground of the military station, but someone had moved the corpses from the dormitory to the playground, and the blood stains left on the ground between the dormitory and the playground could be used as evidence. Moreover, it seemed unlikely that just a hundred or so badly equipped goblin rabble would be able to capture the Grett station, which was guarded by more than sixty orc soldiers. Even if there is a rare "master" in this group of goblins, it will not be easy to capture the Gerrit station. Moreover, judging from the situation on the scene, the inside of the Gerrit military station was not messy, and it was obvious that there was no large-scale offensive and defensive battle. From all indications, it is speculated that the Glitter station should have been taken by a sneak attack, and basically without any fighting in the process, the orc soldiers in the station were plotted to death. To do this, there must be a large number of masters among the sneak attackers. But among the more than 100 goblins, except for one who can barely be called a master, the combat effectiveness of the others is generally not high, so the sneak attack is obviously not something they can do.

Now, the goblin denied that they had attacked the station, and the situation he had told was in line with his previous assumptions, which made Blade secretly frightened.

"Captain, do you think this goblin's words can be trusted?" asked Landuri as he stepped forward.

"It's kind of credible. Blade groaned for a moment, analyzing his doubts to the wolf cavalry present.

The wolf cavalry had always believed in the wisdom of the blade, and after listening to his analysis, they couldn't help but nod their heads in agreement.

"Captain, were the goblins killed by the villagers in Tarrak?" asked one of the wolf horsemen.

"I don't know," Blade shook his head, "but I feel that the murderer who attacked the Glitter station should be the murderer of the villagers of Tarak Village." ”

Speaking of this, the blade paused, looked at the dozens of goblins on the side of the earthen wall, a trace of coldness flashed in his eyes, and said: "However, these despicable goblins still came with the idea of robbing Tarak Village in the first place, and also stripped us of the skins of our dead soldiers and villagers, such a crime cannot be forgiven. ”

As soon as they heard Blade say this, and then thought of those orc compatriots who had been skinned by goblins, the anger in the hearts of the wolf cavalry rose again. They immediately rushed at the goblins on the side of the earthen wall and slashed wildly, and after a brief resistance, the goblins were slain to nothing.

Seeing that his companions were dying cleanly, Sando felt that his eyes were black. "It's over, it's over, these werewolves are going to kill me soon. Sandor thought desperately, only to feel a heat in his crotch, and he couldn't help but incontinence.

Smelling the smell of urine coming from the crotch of Sando's pants, Blade frowned in disgust: "Get out, for the sake of the situation you just revealed, there is still some value, spare your life this time." ”

"Thank you, sir," Sando saw that the werewolf boy who looked like the leader had let him go, and in surprise, he quickly got up from the ground and stumbled towards the outside of Tarak Village.

"Damn, it turns out that the murderer is not a goblin!" Landuri angrily thrust the knife in his hand into the ground, hatefully, "Fuck, who the murderers are?"

After half a day of bloody fighting, the real murderer was not brought to justice, and it was not even clear who the murderer was, which made the wolf cavalry somewhat discouraged.

The blade looked around at the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood in Tarak Village, smelling the strong and pungent smell of blood in the wind, and his mood was also unsettled.

"Whoever the murderers are, sooner or later I will find them out and make them pay for their bloody debts. The young wing captain swore heartily.