It's getting late.

The army of 500 men who set out from the royal capital did not slack off on the road, even if it was difficult to march at night with shortcuts and mountain trails.

One of the lieutenants, a female warrior leading her horse, had just stepped up the slope to a slightly lower stone, and barely stood still.

As a soldier, she did not have the long hair that ordinary women kept, but cut it as short as a man.

"Be careful." Another lieutenant reminded the male, reaching out to catch her back.

Fortunately, the female lieutenant did not slip.

Both men wore light armor and, when not in wartime, wore helmets by their respective saddles.

Behind them were the 500-strong troops, all of whom showed a difficult posture of descending the rocky hillside.

One of them held a torch high at every five of them, illuminating their feet and forming a string of winding flames on the hillside.

And the leader of all, at the forefront of the troops - Commander Rodney.

With white hair and silver armor, he is silent, and even stepping off the war horse is pure white, and he is very conspicuous as a guide.

Yes, unlike everyone else, he did not lead the horse on foot, but rode skillfully on the steep slopes that everyone else was walking on.

"How the hell did you do it, Commander Rodney," the lieutenant sighed, "for I don't know how long no one has walked here, the stones are covered with moss, and the commander's horseback riding skills and his white horses are impeccable." ”

"Commander Rodney is a genius, and you should have seen it a long time ago, Jenny." The male lieutenant replied in a low voice, "Also, be quiet, Commander Rodney doesn't like to hear people talk about him, not even good things." ”

"Oh... Oh, Rupert...", the lieutenant named Jenny had just finished speaking.

"Don't linger, quicken your pace," Rodney's clear, melodious voice came from ahead, and he seemed to hear the whispers of the two, "Liv Village is in danger, and by order of His Majesty the King, we, as the advance force, must arrive as soon as possible, three days' journey, and a shortcut of more than one day, day and night. ”

"Yes—" The two of them responded in unison, humbly, stopped talking, and quickened their pace.

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The goblin shaman's feet stepped on something crunchy, and it shattered.

"Huh?" He moved away and found that it was a sun-dried plant root, crushed by himself.

It was supposed to be some kind of medicinal herb.

"Dragon's roots?" After the shaman picked it up, he leaned close to his nose and sniffed, "There is such a thing in a shabby village." ”

There were also other medicinal herbs on the ground around him, except for the roots.

It must have been scattered from the larger house next to it, and there was a yard full of crops next to it.

"There should be a lot of medicinal herbs collected by the Terrans inside, although I really want to see them," the shaman patted his hands and continued to move forward, "Deal with the Terran affairs first..."

As everyone knows, Xia Zuo is sitting quietly in the half of the room that is almost collapsing, tangled...

The 10x10 backpack bar was full, Xia supported his face with his left hand, rested his elbow on the knee he was sitting cross-legged, and was thinking about what to give up and what to pick up.

Unconsciously. The backpack slot is already filled with a hundred items.

98 species to be exact, because the green mushroom x99 and the hemostatic grass x99, the excess occupies a new grid.

These things are easy to find, Xia Zuo decisively discarded the odds, but there were two more empty seats, and he was also very entangled in which one to pick up on the ground, and there were more than a dozen rare medicinal herbs waiting to be picked by himself.

Outside, the goblin shaman had walked away in the direction of the mine.

For a while, after stopping again and again, crouching, and perceiving the earth with both hands, he did not notice that the knight's special magic existed nearby.

"Damn the Iron Bones!" The shaman gritted his teeth, the blood vessels in his temples were abrupt, and his nails almost pierced into the flesh of his palms when he clenched his fists, "Although the soul of the iron bone is strictly dead..."

"What are the Terrans gathering in the mine for!? Is there any secret over there? A bunch of weak creatures trying to hold the mine? The goblin army is overpowering, and none of you can escape! ”

Because he had not discovered the knight's location for a long time, the angry shaman complained.

"Run?" It seemed to remind itself of something from the words, "Mine... Is there any other way out? ”

If you look at the surrounding terrain, you can see that the mine half surrounds the village, and the other half is blocked by a vine wall, so the mine is also the edge of the village.

"That's not good~" The shaman smiled fiercely, took out a blank piece of paper from his arms, and sketched a map of the village, the woods outside the village, and the altar mountain on the paper with the small flames generated by his thoughts.

Green smoke rose from the paper, and the pattern was soon completed in blackened "notes".

The shaman then summoned the Apostle Mouse, folded the paper and stuffed it into its mouth.

The Apostle Mouse immediately ran away as fast as he could, and that was the direction in which the message was delivered to the king.

"Don't even think about running away from the human race, although I don't pay attention to the credit that the iron bone cares about, but this is for the sake of the clan, especially the mage who was temporarily sealed by me, the sealing effect can only last for a few days, and he must take advantage of his weakness in these few days to solve it, but it will be troubled!"

The shaman quickened his pace, and he was about to reach the uphill section at the foot of the mine.

Until some red crystal debris on the ground, reflecting the moonlight shimmer, caught the shaman's attention.

With a furry heart, I picked up one of them, looked closely, and realized that it was actually the crystallization of the blood of the Goblin King!

"Impossible!"

He clenched the shard, clutching the shard, and trotted forward.

The farther you go, the more crystallized fragments there are on the ground, and the larger the fragments become.

"The crystals of the king's blood are harder than steel! No way! ”

Later, the severed arm of the Goblin Knight, and the remains separated from the corpse not far away, came into the eyes of the shaman.

The shaman was sluggish, his legs were weak and he almost sat down, and he supported himself with a wooden staff in time.

"Iron bones," the shaman rubbed his eyes, "this—Is this my delusion..."

The ice that used to freeze the goblin wound has turned to water.

I saw that the knight was kneeling and died, with no head on his neck, as if he had been beheaded by someone at the execution ground.

The shaman crouched down again in panic, his hands touching the earth, trying to perceive...

"Who has such strength to kill the iron bone with the blood of the king!? Wrong... In the village... Even a little farther away from the village, there are no magical targets!? In whose hands did the iron bones die!? ”

The shaman stood up in fear, and no longer dared to go on... The Terrans who killed the knights may be lurking in the direction of the mines.

If it's not magic, then, maybe the Terrans still have a magic scroll in their hands that cannot be underestimated, and they used the scroll to solve the iron bones?

That's a good explanation... If so, the rest of the trip will be more auspicious.

"I still underestimate you too much..."The shaman was unwilling, and then turned around, "I am also in danger of those who can't win under the king's blood state, so go back to the king's side first, and tell him these 1510, just ......in case."

As the shaman withdrew, he took out a piece of paper and summoned a flame to write a written message to record what he had seen and heard.

Although it does not want to be pessimistic, if it dies in the future, it will not be able to write to the king again, and it must remain efficient.

“... Well? The shaman stopped, for he noticed a faint figure slowly approaching him.

Goblins' night vision is good, and it is still a little blurry from dozens of meters away.

"Ah~ No way, when you go to the next town, buy a new bag..."The black shadow came from an indistinct voice, "Buy a bigger one, but can you really use it with equipment?" Will the items in the previous bag be transferred directly as before? ”

The vigilant shaman frowned and crouched down quietly, sensing the man's magic from the earth... Very weak, no wonder he hadn't noticed him in a corner of the village before, and only sensed the direction of the mine with a large number of people.

"A false alarm~" The shaman pinched his sweat, "It is estimated that he is a lonely and weak villager, save time, use the summoned beast to solve him, and continue to hurry." ”