The blue moon in the sky exudes a brilliant brilliance, and the whole grassland looks quiet and peaceful under the reflection of the moonlight.

Unlike the earth's moon stars, even if the blue moon hangs high in this world, the stars are still clearly recognizable, and they are even more brilliant in the grasslands without light pollution.

It's just that in this silence, there is still an unstable atmosphere.

The centaur warriors, who had already received orders and had rested for half a day, did not have the heart to appreciate the beauty. They put on their armor, took up their weapons, and were fully armed, silently marching towards the goblin gathering.

It's about 2 to 3 a.m. right now.

Because centaurs can only rely on celestial timekeeping, and Sivi himself did not bring in a thousand-year hourglass, there is no way to determine the specific time.

However, it is enough to know a general scope. This is the time when most diurnal creatures sleep the deepest, and it's perfect for night raids.

"Lord War, that human...... Is Mr. Edric's plan really okay? ”

Bruno walked beside the queue and asked the centaur boy beside him with some concern.

"No problem."

Without hesitation, Niemann replied, "My father once said that Mr. Edric is a human sitting on his back, so I trust his plan and ability!" ”

The ability to sit on their backs is almost the highest level of recognition of other humanoids by the centaurs.

And a human who can gain the recognition of a centaur hero to this level is naturally not bad.

Even so. Bruno. Iron Hoof lowered his head a little apprehensively.

If it was just himself, he could have boldly risked his life and the original hero Sivi. Edric fought side by side.

However, this time the plan involved the entire centaur tribe, and the weight of using the entire tribe as a bargaining chip was so heavy that this bold man was a little hesitant.

Niemann naturally knows the reason for this, as the son of a hero, he has almost spent his entire childhood running with his father on the front line of the battle against the Abyss Demon, and he naturally has more experience than most people.

Therefore, he will not impose his will on others, not to mention that the adult also explained this matter before leaving.

"Actually, you don't need to be so distressed."

So he comforted the distressed chieftain, "Didn't Mr. Edric say that too? Our main goal this time is not to annihilate the goblins, if the situation on the battlefield is unfavorable. Just retreat. He won't blame us either. ”

"Since you've said so......"

Bruno let out a long breath and looked at the formation of many centaurs around him, his eyes flashing with determination.

"We were also members of the Salvation Army, and we also came out of the sea of corpses and blood. Not afraid of war and blood. If you can't get rid of the goblins. At worst, it could turn out to be the worst. Case. Then I'll trust you, and I'll believe that human magician once and give the strength of our centaur clan. ”

"Thank you for your understanding. Yes. Speaking of which, I forgot to ask Mr. Edric my father's question, you should also know that after the end of the battle of the last battle of the Dao, almost all the participants disappeared along with those abyss demons, and only a few of them still have sightings and rumors in various parts of the world, I am so happy to see Mr. Edric this time, I even forgot the original purpose, by the way, Chief Bruno, have you heard the rumor that circulated in the southwest half a month ago? It is said that there were other final wars, and the participants in the Battle of Taliecid were discovered......"

As he spoke, Niemann digressed again and ran off topic to the Eastern Plains.

The corners of Bruno's mouth twitched, and he regretted that he hadn't been able to stop Niemann's chatter in time.

The god of the steppe is above, when is this guy going to talk about......

- Goblin Cavern -

A small creature about half the height of a normal goblin cowered in the deepest part of the cavern, its body growing something like plant roots that dug deep into the surrounding soil.

It's the Goblin King.

Of course, the most fragile individual is not easily exposed to other living beings.

Regardless of the fact that it is hiding in the cave so hidden that it cannot be detected without careful search, just having a burly puppet with a crown on its head in front of the cave pretending to be a Goblin King is enough to make it impossible for ordinary creatures to distinguish the real from the fake.

The roots of its tendrils sent other goblin nerve information, and the four-hoofed creatures they had beaten away not long ago had sneaked over to attack its people.

They're really stupid ungulates, haven't they discovered that those low-level goblins who are extremely self-conscious are useless no matter how many they kill? As long as there is food, the lower level goblins can multiply at an astonishing speed that even cockroaches can't match.

Instead, they will die because they are surrounded and suppressed by an endless number of low-level goblins!

But then the Goblin King noticed that something was wrong, and once he began to control the Goblin Sea and tried to contain the centaur army, they always fought back without a fight, and the goblin's two small short legs naturally couldn't catch up with the galloping centaurs.

After being attacked several times, the Goblin King also sensed that something was wrong.

It was as if the ungulate was deliberately guiding its army.

Realizing this, it immediately released the mutant goblins around the cave and began to search the area, and sure enough, it found a group of centaur troops in the other direction marching towards this direction after being lured away from the Goblin Sea.

Sure enough, the tricks that these ungulates can think of are probably only at this level.

After instructing his own guards to block the entrance to the cave, it ordered a part of the large army to start to surround the cave again like dumplings.

That way, it's foolproof.

Just as it was thinking this, the cavern above its head suddenly collapsed.

Falling along with the dirt and rubble and the grass roots was a man in a black magic robe.

Seeing the look of surprise and panic on the Goblin King's ugly face full of pimples, Sivi dusted off his robe, held the seal card provided by the mission between his fingers, and said calmly.

"I know you have a lot to ask, but I'm sorry, I don't have time to explain it to you."

Ninety percent of the bosses died from talking too much, and this unbreakable truth Xiwei naturally understands, and now he is indeed not 100% sure that he can retreat under the siege of a large group of mutant goblins.

So in the next instant, he threw the card in the Goblin King's face. (To be continued......)