In the dense forest, Helibel tasted with satisfaction the meat she had spent a lot of effort to roast, because of the crackling machine gun sound just now, the small animals that could be eaten nearby were basically gone, and she had a lot of effort to find this delicious little cutie.

Therefore, as a powerful magical beast in the wizarding world, you have to be careful, otherwise it is easy to hit the iron plate if you are not careful, except for those protagonists in the novel, Dream smashes the iron plate with their crazy luck, and everyone else will only break their own heads.

For example, the stupid leopard who heard the sound of the machine gun and ran over instead of leaving, and was made into a fragrant barbecue by Helibel.

Well! It should be a leopard, yes, I can't see what kind of breed it is, I haven't studied it, and I don't care about it, but it tastes good anyway.

Patting her belly, Helibel stood up lazily and walked towards the entrance of the Goblin Lair.

There's no need to rush, there's no need to worry about whether there will be goblins escaping, although because of her pride as the ultimate creature, she would never want to see any creature she chooses as prey escape from her palm alive, but if she is fully prepared, she can really escape from her hands, and she will not be stingy to give them the reward of survival.

However, it was clear that the goblins in this goblin lair did not seem to have that kind of good luck, and Helibel couldn't help but hum a song as she listened to the noise coming from the depths of the lair.

The walls of the nest are painted with a variety of patterns, the content of the patterns is about humans, and the passage of the nest is very large, which does not match the habit of the low passages made by the goblins who dug their nests in the past, and there are even neat floor tiles laid on the ground for leveling.

All of this clearly shows that this was once not a lair of goblins, but belonged to the humans, but for some unknown reason it was abandoned and then taken by the goblins for themselves.

The once quiet lair is now filled with loud noises, goblins are not in the habit of yelling while enjoying themselves, and they are not in the habit of making trouble whenever and wherever they want to prevent adventurers from sneaking up.

There's a reason why it's getting so noisy now.

Let's go back in time, the beauty troll still thinks that he is the powerful troll who can command and manipulate at will by virtue of his rank, and when he sees the goblin appear, he shouts and orders them to quickly take it into the depths of the lair, let it heal its wounds, and then find a way to solve the curse on his body that was put on him by that damn human magician.

"Damn the shit, it's pretty fast......" Before the beauty troll could finish speaking, the fastest goblin raced a certain pillar into his mouth, unable to speak.

The beauty troll's eyes widened, and it was only then that it suddenly understood what Helribel had done to it, and it was because of this that it felt even more desperate after living with the goblins for a long time.

The MMP goblin did not have the habit of giving food to Rinpoche, who was used to give birth to a child, and would starve to death.

As for the dignity of the so-called high-level monsters, it is all drizzle in the face of life and death crises!

At least this seems to be a fierce troll, but in fact he is greedy for life and afraid of death.

No matter how much it is, you can't expect a monster created or transformed by a demon god to have the three views of a normal human being.

Then it was taken into the depths of the lair, and did not resist, because it knew that it could not resist for the time being, and that it had taken this account to heart, and sooner or later it would take revenge.

Five or six giant goblins walked out, much stronger and heavier than normal people, and the moment they swaggered out, the trolls regretted that they left them in the lair to watch the house when they led the team out to rob, this thing is terrible!

"No, don't come here." The face of the beauty troll was unusually ugly and desperate, and he took advantage of the goblin that held it to escape from the unpreparedness, but unfortunately it was useless, and he was knocked to the ground by the giant goblin.

With its current physical qualities of an ordinary human woman, this stick will suddenly lose consciousness, which may be a good thing for it, because it doesn't have to see and feel the series of indescribable things that happen to it next.

The beauty troll, whose body was weak enough, was completely lost to life after being tossed by the goblins for long.

The stand-in ability 'Farewell My Concubine' was activated, and the corpse of the beauty troll, who was still crushed by the giant goblin, began to change.

The skin that had become white and soft turned black again, and the slender limbs and the body that didn't look like much flesh reappeared, and the muscles that had disappeared when they were transformed into a beauty reappeared.

Now the troll can no longer call it a beauty troll, but should be a necromantic troll, under the influence of the ability of the overlord farewell concubine, it silently bit off the giant goblin neck of the human beauty who looked stupid on its body and did not understand how it suddenly became the troll uncle, and the pain woke up the giant goblin who fell into a daze, but at the same time it had taken its life.

Without roaring, the troll who stood up again silently slaughtered, and one ordinary goblin after another was trampled to pieces, crushing their heads, and the powerful giant goblin was torn alive.

Although the trolls who had been fighting them like beating their sons were weakened a little after turning into necromancy, the gap between them was a little too big after all, and in the head-on battle, the goblins' resistance was still extremely weak.

In front of the necromantic troll's ability to directly sense the breath of life, the goblin's means of hiding themselves through darkness or more conspicuous beings are so powerless.

In front of the necromantic troll's steely skin and sheer strength, the traps set by the goblins to stop it were ridiculous, no matter what kind of trap, the only thing the necromantic troll had to do from beginning to end was to run over it.

Poison-stained arrows that suddenly shot out, or ropes that covered their feet on the ground, couldn't stop the necromantic trolls from moving forward.

Finally, the goblins collapsed, they were used to fighting by numerical superiority, and being cruel and ruthless by nature does not mean that they are not afraid of death, and in the face of the unstoppable necromantic trolls, there is no goblin willing to stand in front of it and be crushed to death mercilessly.

"Why is this happening?" A figure wearing a cloak and a crown glanced at the direction of the necromantic troll that was raging in the depths of the lair, and took the only few subordinates around it to ride the wolf unwillingly and rushed out to the exit of the lair, for it failure is not terrible, as long as it is alive, it can make a comeback, anyway, as long as there is a woman in the goblin, it will grow fast, or it will not be long before a group of subordinates are ready.

Afraid of an egg, as long as it doesn't die, it will lose, no matter how many times it fails, it will only become the food for its growth, supporting it to continue to become stronger and better.

Failure is the mother of success, and it is not an empty word for it with the protection of the demon god!