Broken flags were planted on top of the stumps and corpses.

Black blood and blood pooled in the stone crevices of the pavement and turned crimson. Houses are burning all over the town of Goodbay. Behind the dancing flames were sharp and strange black shadows, like ghosts looking around, as if searching for the breath of living creatures.

After a burst of laughter, the shadow raised the serrated scimitar in his hand and slashed at the head of the struggling Gilberg Tatek on the ground, blood gushing several feet away.

Behind the remnants of a collapsed house. The three centaurs crouched on the ground, stretched out their index fingers to their lips, and pressed together the tall and thin figure holding the handle of the knife in excitement beside them, "Danger! Don't go! ”

An ominous sizzle followed. Out of the firelight burst out of the fire, a green-skinned lizard that would leap in, cat's eyes full of murderous intent, and a black spear in both claws of his forelimbs, leaping towards the enemies that were exposed to his vision.

"You two escort the Wood Elf Scout away. I'm going to drag this creeper! A slightly older centaur warrior instructed two young centaur warriors to escort the tall, lanky Wood Elf scout away.

"What do you do? Captain. The two young centaur warriors and the escorted wood elf had expressions of despair written on them.

"You should pray Alex's blessings. Come on! The slightly older centaur glared at the two young centaurs, only to see one of them grab the Wood Elf Scout with one hand and still on his back, quickly turn around, and sprint through the bushes, and when they looked back, several lizardmen had already surrounded the older centaurs, and the black iron spears were all stabbed into the body of the older centaurs.

"Orach. What should the two of us do? Captain Oz, who was sent to Goodbye, is dead. And many of our families have also died. The centaur carrying the Wood Elf Scout on his back looked nervous and asked breathlessly.

"Otah, drunkard! Shut your mouth! Don't you think this is the most unfortunate vacation I've ever had? I wish my aunt had escaped back to the Highlands! Orach's expression was gloomy, and he looked nervously at the bushes around him from time to time, "Anyway, we have to try, go through the South Town Gate, maybe these monsters are not that fast." ”

"But we've delayed the evacuation of this Wood Elf Scout for too long, and those who are more terrible than creeps may already be waiting for us at the town gates." Ota was already sweating profusely, not because he had a Wood Elf scout behind him.

"Ah, drunkard, are you drunk, Otherwise we'll be just whirling around in the bushes on the edge of the town of Goodbey! Of course, if you don't go there, then choose to be forced by these monsters to jump off the cliff! Aurach suddenly stopped, and the sudden stop made the farrier on his horse's shoe cut a deep mark on the ground, "Silence! ”

Orach's sudden move almost made the drunken Otta's heart jump out of his voice. He suddenly stopped his scurrying hooves like Olach, and almost tumbled over into the bushes.

The grey-skinned goblins slammed around a slain centaur corpse, and the unpleasant black goblin voice sounded disgusting, and they lit a campfire in the bushes, set up a grill, and seemed to discuss how to eat the sturdy prey, and some greedy lizardmen mixed in with their rude discussion.

"Oh my God, they ate the corpses of our kind. It's horrible. What are we going to do, Orach. Ota lowered his head so that the dense trees would flood his head, and he lay on the ground as if he were the centaur corpse.

"I would like to give my life for Forrestal! It is my privilege to fight with you. The Wood Elf Scout tiptoed off the Wood Elf longbow from his back, and with the other hand he fumbled for the arrows in the arrow box at his waist.

"Come on! Long ears. Now is not the time to give your last words. Also, drunk, are you still drunk? Shut your damn mouths. Orach's mouth was exaggerated, but the sound he made was like an autumn mosquito that had never been missing in the bushes, but from his fierce teeth and a frantic blink, Ota and the Wood Elf Scout pieced together Orach's message.

The goblins and lizardmen in front of them grew louder and louder, and suddenly they began to collide with each other with malicious limbs, and I don't know which of them suddenly let out a scream, and the goblins shouted and pulled out their bloody serrated scimitars, and the lizardmen steadied their spears and began to grin at their gray-skinned allies with extremely bad warnings.

"Look, they don't look very harmonious." Orach lowered his voice and gestured to about 50 steps west of the campfire, "Otah, we're waiting for those goblins and their reptilian allies to fight for it. ”

"Really good at choosing places. Let's hope those beech 'saplings' will give us poor cover. Ota stuck out his tongue, as if he was addicted to alcohol, took a sip of the flask hanging from his horse, and then leaned sideways and whispered to the Wood Elf Scout, "Long ears, be quick with your hands and feet then." ”

The actions of the goblins and the lizardmen easily fulfilled Orach's expectations, and the goblins and lizardmen actually fought with open fire. The swords and guns intersected like a swarm of demons, and their alliance was as fragile as a centaur corpse.

"Alright, now is it." Orach leapt from the low bushes, and Ota kept the wood elves on horseback and immediately followed, the goblins and lizardmen in the middle of the fierce battle obviously did not notice the wind and grass in the bushes, they only noticed the knives and guns in each other's hands.

The beech to the west of the campfire was still a few small trees, but the speed of Orach and Ota made up for the lack of cover.

"Ha, Orach, it's you!" Otta burst out laughing, but his face changed.

"You stupid horse!" Orach gasped with the Wood Elf Scout.

The food-appealing sound of Orta's voice was carried by the breeze to the ears of the red-eyed monsters who killed each other, and they seemed to have found their footing again. They all turned their heads to look at the beech trees not far to the west of the campfire, and after a brief hesitation, they suddenly twisted into a rope of excitement and quickly pounced on Orach and Ota and the Wood Elf Scouts.

"Run!" Orach roared, and Ota swallowed the belated saliva and hurriedly began to shake his hooves, and the wood elf scout reacted extremely quickly, and immediately pulled out a wood elf arrow from the arrow box at his waist and put it on the bowstring, and after pulling the bow out of his hand, a sharp arrow suddenly flew out from behind the beech, hitting the ugly head of one of the lizardmen.

"What I'm most afraid of is that my teammates are stupider than the foals in the stable!" Orach raised his front hooves and smashed the heads of the two goblins in his way, trampling on their corpses, waving his two-handed swords and darting towards the town gate.

"I didn't mean to." Ota looked innocent, and the spear thrown by the lizardman made his mouth tingle when he parried it with his spear.

"Sir, by your chance, we may be killed here!" The Wood Elf Scout responded to the increasingly frantic pursuers with only a few arrows, but his accuracy of his shots became lower and lower as the number of pursuers grew.

In the midst of a panicked escape, Gudebai's South Town Gate was finally approaching. The shattered wooden walls of the guardhouse at the gate of the town were stained with a lot of fresh mottled blood, and the hoof prints on the dirt path were chaotic, but strangely there were no corpses on the ground, only the long marks of being dragged by something, and the goblins and lizardmen who had guarded the gate and found them.

"The South Town Gate is there." The Wood Elf pointed ahead on Horta's back.

"Long ears, please shoot your bow and arrows accurately!" Ota panicked, and the extreme complaint was not only reflected in his words, but also on his face.

"While those guys have shorter legs than we do! Kill those gatekeepers! Orach rushed towards the goblins and lizardmen who came to block them at a thousand-mile speed, and the two-handed sword he wielded was like a whirlwind, and at the moment when the goblins and lizardmen guarding the town gate surrounded him, he slashed with his hands like a gust of wind under the roar of rage, sending the half-width of the goblins and lizardmen to the true eternal darkness.

"Well done! We're finally getting out alive. Ota whistled happily as he ran.

"Boom!" Gudebai's town gate was suddenly smashed to pieces by some strong fellow.

"Not good! We celebrated too early! Centaur brothers! The Wood Elf Scout's face was contorted as if it had been cramped. Pointing straight ahead, "That guy is what the hell is that!" ”

Aurach's ears were buzzing with the sudden thud, and his vision was thick with dust and debris of wood from the knocked-out gates. He raised his head and looked in horror at the blur of dust.

"Moo! Moo! After a terrifying moan, a pair of bull heads with sharp horns suddenly flung out of the thick dust, and the sharp horns of the bull heads and the two-handed sword in Aurach's hand were as sharp as they were.

"Ahh Orach let out a scream, jumped backwards away from the screaming impact, and then subconsciously raised his two-handed longsword above his head. After the sharp horns of the bull's head flicked, a huge and amazing decapitating axe slashed from the top of Orach's head and smashed on the blade of the sword impartially, the blade of the two-handed long sword immediately curled in the firelight, and the front and rear limbs of Orach's horse also fell into the mud, and Orach's eyes finally saw the bull's eyes on the bull's head with a set of nose rings, the pair of enthusiastic and cold bull's eyes.

"Good luck to you both! Man! I have to get out of here! The Wood Elf Scout rolled over and jumped off Horta's horse, took out the wall hook lock from his bag, and threw it on the wooden fence, only to see that he used his hands and feet at the same time, and easily climbed the wooden fence, "Thanks, Centaur dude, remember that your name is Ota and that brave Orach, the Wood Elf of Sheffield will remember your name." Good bye! ”

Ota froze in place, his heart burning with rage, the feeling of abandonment.

Aurach and Orta were abandoned by the Wood Elf Scout in front of the mad bull's head.