A convoy of horses galloped past not far away.

I recognized the person at the head of the group, who was a hero from the same world as me - the second generation of local tyrants.

I hurriedly shouted.

That horse team must be the second generation of local tyrants and his followers, as long as they rush to support, it will be easy to deal with these goblins.

The team didn't stop at all, they turned at a fork in the road to the mid-level creep area, and then disappeared from my sight.

Probably didn't hear my shout, so I hurriedly sent him a message in the system interface:

Me: Brother Tuhao, come to the Goblin Forest to save people.

The second generation of local tyrants: It turns out that you were the one who yelled just now? Why, the hero also asks for help?

Me: I'm here to save people, but I'm also surrounded, come and help.

The second generation of local tyrants: My mission is to save the world, and now I want to go to the Death Gobi to upgrade the level, but there is no time to waste here, you can ask for more blessings.

I didn't reply because he had already made it clear that he would not come to support.

What's more, although sending a message only requires a thought, which is equivalent to a mind transmission, even so, I don't have the energy to send a message anymore.

Two scimitars and an axe were already slashing at me from the front, left and right at the same time.

I used the Poor Ghost Shield to block the scimitar in front of me, and at the same time the scimitar in my right hand slashed to the right, cutting off the arm of the goblin holding the axe, and the threat in both directions was temporarily removed, but I couldn't care about the goblin on the left.

Maybe I should use my shield to knock the one in front of me into the air, so I can avoid the threat on both the left and right at the same time, and then turn around and deal with the remaining two.

It's a pity that I didn't have time to think about that. Now it's too late to attack, defend, or dodge, and I'm mentally prepared to take another stab.

Poof-

The sound of a blade piercing flesh sounded low.

It doesn't hurt at all?

Well? That woman!

I glanced to the side and realized that it was the woman who had saved me.

Her injuries seemed to heal, and the dagger in her hand was now in the goblin's chest.

She drew her dagger.

The goblin fell, and he died.

I couldn't even take out a goblin in one blow, but she did.

Is this woman stronger than me?

Immediately afterwards, the two of us reached a tacit understanding to stand on both sides of the boy and protect the boy.

In this way, we also become a barrier behind each other, but at the same time, we can no longer charge forward, and can only passively defend against goblin attacks.

I don't know how long the battle lasted, but the sun was almost completely set, and only a ray of afterglow provided us with a hazy vision.

I had several more wounds on my body, two stabs in my left arm, and a small hammer on my left knee that made me numb, almost making me stand unsteady and collapse, and I was stabbed in the abdomen, which hurt terribly.

There are less than ten goblins left, and it shouldn't take long to settle the battle.

"Mom!"

An anxious voice came from behind me, and at the same time, I felt a hand touch my shoulder.

I hurriedly turned around and saw that the woman had also suffered multiple wounds, and now she was facing me, and handed me the dagger in her hand, a rusty iron sword had pierced her back.

Oops, I overestimated her strength, she is now extremely injured and basically out of combat.

The hilt of the iron sword was in the hands of an ugly goblin, and it was supposed to be stabbed at her as she turned to hand me the dagger.

I don't understand why she risked her life to hand me the dagger at this time.

But this was not the time to think about this, and I didn't hesitate for a second, throwing down the mutilated scimitar, taking the dagger, and stabbing the goblin with the iron sword in his hand the next moment.

I was surprised to find that this blow killed the goblin directly.

However, in the next moment, what shocked me even more was that the system interface had recognized the name of the dagger and the equipment attributes:

Dagger: Crimson Blade: Blood Moon. Orange Legendary Weapon.

Attack +500

Attack Speed +30%

10% chance to deal 3x damage

Comes with Hero Skill: Scarlet Brilliance

I was so excited that I almost forgot that I was in danger. At this time, I realized that these goblins were not afraid of women, but of the dagger in her hand, and women were able to kill goblins with the power of daggers, but she obviously failed to exert the full power of Bleeding Moon.

I gave the woman the Poor Ghost Shield to protect me, and then wielded the Blood Moon, slashing the goblins that approached one by one.

With each swing, a blood-red crescent light glowed from the blade of the Blood Moon.

The goblins who were hit by Haoguang, without exception, shriveled down one after another, as if they had been drained of their life force, and turned into a dried corpse in the blink of an eye.

With the power of the Blood Moon, all the remaining goblins were destroyed, and two wounds were added to my body again.

"Mom!"

I heard the young man's anxious voice again, and when I turned around, the woman was already sitting on the ground, and the young man took her into his arms.

I've run out of medicine for my wounds, and now I'm going to send her to the nearest town to heal, but luckily the small town of Qatar isn't far from here, and it won't take long to ride a horse.

"Auntie hold on, and I'll send you to heal right away." I reached out to help her up.

"Thank you!"

She thanked me, but at the same time refused my help.

Her voice was gentle and weak at the same time.

She couldn't hold on anymore, and I made a judgment.

Her beautiful eyes looked at me and said softly:

"Grant me a request, can you?"

"If only I could." I didn't hesitate to say yes.

She turned her gaze to the boy, and her eyes were full of tenderness.

The boy cried and begged, "Mother, don't die, let's go with my brother to heal!"

His voice was as beautiful as his mother's, but a little indistinct from crying and choking.

Looking at the young man's sad appearance, I couldn't help but feel sad.

"Benefactor, you're a hero, aren't you?" The woman turned back to me to confirm.

She is very beautiful, even if she is already a teenager's mother, she still has a girlish beauty, even if she is only twenty years old, I absolutely believe it.

It's a pity that this beauty is about to pass away.

"Yes, if you tell me anything, I will do my best."

"Can I protect him?"

"I swear in the name of a hero that as long as I live, I will do my best to protect him."

It's a big commitment, and I don't know if I'm capable of it, and maybe it's a bit irrational to make such a promise. But what can I do in the face of a gentle and beautiful mother, in the face of her last request before she passes?

What else can I say besides this phrase?

"Thank you!" She thanked me again, a beautiful smile blooming on her face.

After a moment, her gaze shifted to my right hand.

"Ah, this, here you go."

I handed the Blood Moon back to her, almost forgetting that this dagger wasn't mine!

She took the blood moon, and the tenderness in her eyes was even greater, like looking at a beloved.

She gently stroked the crimson blade, and her little white hand finally rested on the blood-red crescent pattern, as if immersed in the memories of the past, her face full of happiness.