In the blink of an eye, another week has passed, during this period, the hunting team has also been attacked by the goblin tribe many times, the prey was robbed, not to mention, and many people were injured, the first two times everyone took into account the situation of the tribe and could endure it, and the other party became more and more unscrupulous later.

Most recently, the boy inflicted serious injuries on the two with an arrow, resulting in a bloody battle, but he was outnumbered and chased all the way back to the tribe by the goblin tribe.

The other party seemed to have a kind of cat and mouse trick mentality, and did not rush to kill them, otherwise with the number of them several times the number of the hunting team, they could completely surround them and gather and annihilate them, instead of letting them go.

The Sword Spirit Tribe felt very angry and aggrieved, there was a young man in the goblin team, even Sean was worthy of a tie with him, when there was a violent conflict, Sean was restrained by that person, and the goblin side led by the boy attacked the rest of the hunting team, plus the advantage of numbers, the hunting team was completely pressed and beaten.

In this way, two more days passed, and during these two days, the hunting party was pressed by the old chief to not let him out, but as the food in the tribe was declared exhausted, the old chief suddenly understood that the other party wanted to cut off their food in this way, so that they would be weak, and they would be weak, and according to common sense, the spirit of the tribe that was the source of their faith would also be weak, so that the other party could invade their tribe with less losses.

According to the laws of survival in this world, once the tribe falls, if the people of the entire tribe want to continue to survive, they have to sign a slave contract and become slaves of the goblin tribe, unless the victorious party breaks the slave contract, otherwise they will be slaves for the rest of their lives.

After understanding the intrigue of the other party, the old chief had to send the hunting party out. Roland originally wanted to follow, after all, he was also holding back the fire, but he was pulled by the old chief, in his opinion, Roland is still too young, although he has a certain strength, but one person is definitely not the opponent of thousands of people, Roland is the hope of the Sword Spirit Tribe, he does not dare to take this risk.

In order to prevent the rear tribe roots from being attacked by goblins, the old chief left half of the young men behind, and the remaining half was sent out to hunt, and once he had enough prey for the day, no matter how much, he would return immediately.

However, this time I went out hunting and was so lucky, I actually encountered many monster corpses left behind after the monster riot, which should be caused by unusually powerful monsters passing by, causing many monsters to flee.

However, when the hunting party drove back to the tribe with prey, they were once again intercepted by the goblins.

The old chief and the others had just learned about this news from the mouths of those who had come back to report it.

"It's the Goblin Tribe again, intercepting our people and stealing our prey!"

"It's really too much of a bully, and it's bullied us again and again, are we really bullied?!"

"Let's go!"

The people who stayed behind in the tribe were immediately angry and angry, and the men took the lead in lifting their weapons and stepping out of the tribe.

"What should I do, do I need to transfer the women and children?" an elder asked worriedly, as the men rushed out of the tribe.

"No, where can you transfer to? Leaving the tribe, there is only a dead end in this Nightmare Mountain Range, there is no way back, this is a war between the two tribes. The old chief sighed, the wrinkles on his face deepened, he touched Roland's head, and said apologetically, "It's just that I've hurt you, child." ”

In his opinion, if Roland lived in those millions of city-states, he would have had time to grow up, instead of dying here like he is now.

"Grandpa, don't worry, I will protect the tribe. Roland said firmly, and after speaking, he lifted the white bone staff, recited the incantation, and flew three feet above the ground to resist the wind, past the men, women, children, and old people running on the road, and galloped towards the Nightmare Mountain Range.

This time, am I going to protect the tribe, the goblin tribe......? Roland said secretly, his eyes cold.

The old chief looked at Roland's departing figure, sighed deeply, lifted his crutches, and stepped out of the tribe.

Then fight, for the sake of the Horde.

......

In the Nightmare Mountain Range, two teams of centaurs are facing each other at this time, one side is Sean and others, the other side is a goblin, and the monster corpses on the other side are piled up into a hill, which is the prey belonging to Sean and others intercepted by the goblins.

I saw that these goblins, with green skin and a pair of long, pointed ears, were generally taller than the Terrans, and the rest of the place was no different from the Terrans.

There were three or four hundred people on the goblin side, and at this time, Sean and more than twenty people were surrounded.

Sean and the others are forced to form a circle back to back to defend themselves against enemy attacks, and the situation is critical.

"It seems that your goblin tribe is really hard-hearted, and you want to start a war with our sword spirit tribe. Looking at the three or four hundred goblin centaurs that surrounded them, Sean felt a burst of despair, he stared at the young man at the head, he stood in the goblin team, with long white hair, holding a big bow, looking very short, but no one dared to underestimate it, it was this guy who almost shot Andrew, the third master of the tribe.

And the big man standing behind the young man with a giant axe in his hand was half a person taller than the average human race, and his strength was even stronger than Sean.

And among the rest of the people, there are also powerful characters, such a group of people, whether it is number or strength, is not them, no, even the entire sword spirit tribe combined is not the opponent of this group of people.

"You think highly of yourselves, this is not a war, it is a one-sided slaughter. The young man said with a smile, this smile with his green skin, it looked a little evil, he did not seem to be in a hurry to move, he held the big bow like a crutch, put his elbows on it, leaned slightly, and looked very lazy.

"I deliberately let your people go back, and now I'm not in a hurry to do it, guess why?" said the boy with a flick of his nails and a smile.

Sean's pupils shrank, and when he was reminded by the other party, he immediately understood the other party's plan, which was preparing to wipe out the entire sword spirit tribe, so vicious.

Then I heard the young man say: "After many days of harassment, you must have accumulated a lot of unwilling anger, so I am waiting here, waiting for you to vent, you see, am I very understanding?"

"Phew, you little wolf cub, you are so young, how vicious your mind is, what else to say, if you want to destroy my tribe, step on us first!"

"Yes, there's nothing to say, let's fight!"

Sean took a deep breath, raised his bone sword, and shouted, "Then fight!