Stomp ......

The little feet stepped into the water, and the crystal water splashed in the sun.

As the fish chased the little feet, Alice giggled and shouted to Angela, "Sister, sister, come and play!" ”

Angela was about to say yes, but suddenly turned her head and looked into the distance with a frown.

The dense jungle blocked Angela's view, and it was the shaking of the ground that made her feel the strangeness of the forest.

"Come on, little one, let's go back."

"Ahh Alice saw Angela's serious face, knowing that she wasn't joking, and her face was full of loss: "Okay, sister." ”

Saying that, she walked ashore and was picked up by Angela, pinching her little nose funny, Alice dodged, and shouted in her mouth: "Sister, don't pinch it, if you pinch it again, it will be flattened." ”

When I returned to the cave, I saw Xiaohua and Xiaowang, and it seemed that they didn't plan to leave the cave today.

He called in Aix, who was still collecting firewood, and told them, "I'm going to go out, it's not safe outside today, don't leave the cave, you know?" ”

The two little ones nodded again and again, and Angela instructed Xiaohua and Xiaowang to look at the cave and go out immediately.

As soon as she gets out of the house, Angela heads to the lair of the human-faced spiders, who are supposed to know something.

"There are a lot of adventurers who have entered White Tooth Mountain?" Angela pinched her chin and frowned and asked, "What the hell makes these adventurers so crazy." ”

"I still need to ask." The leader of the human-faced spider said angrily in her coquettish voice: "Just a few days ago, Graeme's wolf witch and thousands of wolves came out of the forest, and after a day, they captured a noble lady, and then within a few days, this group of adventurers came in. They must have provoked it. Now another order has been issued for us to stop the group of adventurers, making it clear that they are using us as cannon fodder. ”

The leader of the human-faced spider is knowledgeable, she knows the power of this group of adventurers, throughout the ages, I don't know how many powerful wizards and dragons have died in the hands of adventurers, she is a mere human-faced spider leader in the eyes of wizards and dragons, not even an ant, how dare to stop those adventurers.

"What are you going to do?" Angela asked.

"What else can I do?" The leader of the human-faced spider said with a bitter face: "I can only disobey the order, I hope those adventurers can kill Graeme, otherwise, they will have to flee from White Tooth Mountain." ”

As for blocking those adventurers, the Human-Faced Spider Leader hadn't even thought about it.

Angela thought for a moment, then affirmed: "That's all I can do, by the way, I want to ask you for a favor." ”

"What's the busy?" The leader of the human-faced spider looked at Angela with a vigilant expression, and Angela smiled and said, "It's not a big deal, I just want you to tell me, where are most of those adventurers gathered?" ”

The leader of the human-faced spiders breathed a sigh of relief and said, "You can come across it by walking down the stream, you really plan to ......"

But then he saw Angela's appearance and changed his words and said: "That's right, you are different from us, you are human." ”

Angela made her way down the stream, quickly sensing the chaotic tremors ahead.

Angela began to hide her form and sneak quietly, and it didn't take long for her to hear the shouting of killing, and she quickly moved back and forth up and down the tree in that direction, and soon saw the source of the shouting and killing.

On one side are 8 humans and on the other side are 3 ogres.

On the ground, there were still a few lumps of meat puree, and it seemed that there were more than 8 people on the human side.

The 8 humans were obviously led by two people, one of them was dressed as a nobleman, with blonde hair and blue eyes, his beard was shaved clean, his hair was neatly combed, he had a small ponytail at the back of his head, he was tall, wearing gorgeous reflective silver steel armor, holding a strong crossbow in his hand, and he was followed by two elite warriors with shields and one-handed swords, and the two were inseparable to protect the nobleman's little white face.

The other was dressed as an adventurer, dressed in a suit of leather armor, a cuirass, a horned helmet, brown-haired, brown-eyed, and a full beard, six and a half feet tall, weighing more than two hundred pounds, muscular, with bare arms and muscles, and a long-handled axe in his hand.

And there were four men dressed in the same costume, wielding swords and shields, short spears, bows and arrows, and war hammers.

The battle between the two sides is like a cat and mouse playing hide and seek, three yellow-skinned, more than nine feet tall, and a behemoth weighing nearly 500 pounds, even the strongest beard is dwarfed, not to mention that these ogres are wielding more than 30 pounds of sticks in their hands, and when they fall down, the boulder cracks, and it is unstoppable.

In the face of such an attack, even if there is a shield to block, the person behind will have broken bones in his hand and vomit blood to death.

Therefore, the eight of them have survived until now by burrowing around the surrounding trees like rats.

Little White Face hurried to string the strong crossbow, and then shot an arrow without looking.

Right in the ogre's chest, but it didn't work, just the arrow just sank in.

The ogre had already had seven or eight arrows stuck in his chest, but he was still alive, and the big stick in his hand did not hesitate to smash down.

The sticks are made of wood, but after being soaked in bodily fluids used by ogres, they have become strong as iron.

A stick smashed into the tree, and the bark became a green pulp, and the leaves fell down with a clatter.

The bearded man took a few steps back in a cold sweat, and the stick just now swept over his head, if he hadn't bowed his head in time, I'm afraid his head would have been gone.

"No, it's not the way to go." The adventurer who used the bow and arrow screamed, lowered his head, hid behind a big tree, and shouted: "If we continue like this, we will all be finished sooner or later." ”

As soon as he finished saying this, he heard a "bang", and one of the guards next to the little white face flew sideways, the shield in his hand was already twisted and shapeless, along with the guard's arm.

The guard vomited blood in mid-air, slammed his waist into a large tree, and folded over with a "click".

The little white face couldn't hold back any longer, completely forgetting the aristocratic demeanor, and crawled through the crotch of an ogre, threw away the crossbow, pulled out the bayonet sword and stabbed it upward.

The ogre jumped up with a snort, not knowing where the sword had hit.

The adventurer with the spear in hand climbed the tree, then jumped down and onto the shoulder of the ogre, who had been stabbed by the little white face, and the spear in his hand slammed down, sinking into most of the ogre's shoulder socket.

The ogre fell to the ground with a wail, and the other two ogres ran over in a panic.

The adventurer with the short gun in hand immediately made a decision, abandoned the short gun, and rolled to the other side.

The blow fell, and the ogre, who was still convulsing on the ground, burst his brain.

The short-speared adventurer soaked his underwear in a cold sweat, and just now he moved a little slower, not the ogre's brain bursting, but his bones and internal organs cracked.

"Whew!" The ogre who swung the stick was stunned, he let go of the stick, knelt down, and wailed, "Brother, brother, ......"