"It seems that those gnolls of the Darkskin Clan are not as smart as you think!" Graf smiled at Yule and said, at this time they had come to the camp that originally belonged to the Red Ridge Mountain Clan, or more accurately the ruins of the camp, apparently the jackals of the Darkskin Clan just set a fire in the camp of the Red Ridge Mountain Clan and left here, but because of this, Graf just casually rummaged through the ruins of a place, and found a lot of small objects that could be used to track, such as bitten bones, fragments of clay pots, A small bag of gnolls (mostly bones left by small animals, which jackal pups can use as blocks and snacks). Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"These villains of the Darkskin Clan are too much, we have been old neighbors for so many years, and they dare to do such cruel to their old neighbors!" Jules was furious, for Graf had unearthed not only small objects in the camp for tracking, but also more gnolls that had been charred alive by the fire, and the thought that his family might also lie in the charcoal beyond recognition made his heart bleed.

"Blood for blood, tooth for tooth, these neighbors of yours will definitely pay for it, but I think before that, we should find your people first!" Graf had remembered the smell of the objects left behind by the gnolls, and at his urging, Yuler buried her anger and grief deep in her heart, waiting to one day seek justice from the bastards of the Darkskin Clan.

"You're right, I must hurry up and find the other gnolls who survived." So Jule followed closely behind Graf and felt in the direction of the mountain, but before he had gone far, Jule heard a faint cry for help in the middle of the forest, so Jule patted Graf and motioned to go in the direction where the cry for help was coming to see what was going on there.

"Seriously, by the smell, your people aren't in that direction, so there's a good chance it's a trap, are you sure you want to check it out?" Graf could feel that the scent left by the gnolls was going in the other direction, and it was clear that the people who were screaming for help were unlikely to be from Jule's people, so Graf felt that he should warn Yuller,

"Didn't you say that? Here in Red Ridge Mountain, can no enemy threaten us? Jule first choked Graf, but seeing Graf's bewildered expression, Jule still secretly sighed, and then explained his purpose: "We don't know anything about the situation here now, so I think our top priority is to understand the current situation first, whether it is a trap or not, at least someone is there, and someone can understand the situation when we are here, as for the traps of jackals and orcs, I think it should not be difficult to deal with these enemies with our strength." ”

However, when Jule and Graf approached vigilantly, they realized that the person who was calling for help was actually a goblin hanging from a tree branch.

"Whoever it is, please help me!" It may have been heard that Jule and Graf were walking, and the voice of the goblin hanging on the branch had obviously become louder, but the goblin found Jule and Graf walking out of the mountain forest, and its cries for help suddenly stopped, and its face became much darker with the naked eye.

"Excuse me, are you here to kill poor old Fuslag?" Obviously, the goblin hanging from the tree didn't want to see the gnolls, and of course Yule and Graf were not surprised by this, after all, the gnolls were notorious, and compared to other races, this goblin still maintained a little basic etiquette, of course, it would be better if his teeth didn't tremble so much when he smiled.

"Fuslag? Is this your name? How did you get here? Jule asked, a little puzzled, although the discovery of a goblin was a bit unexpected for both Jule and Graf, but who knows if the goblin Fuslag's head contained exactly what they wanted to know? After all, itinerant goblin traders often work as intelligence dealers.

"Well, I'm an engineer who only got here because of a failed scientific experiment." Fuslag's eyes rolled, and he replied, it was obvious that Fuslag was hiding some information about himself, but his acting skills were so bad that both Yule and Graf knew it, but they didn't bother to pursue Fuslag's concealment, they just wanted to know if there was any information they wanted to know in the mind of this goblin Fuslag.

"Do you know anything about Red Ridge Mountain?" Juller didn't bother to go around in circles with the cunning little man, and he asked directly, in the presence of outsiders, Graf pretended to be Yuller's mount, so any negotiating work was taken care of by Yuller.

"You say this is Red Ridge Mountain? Oh my God! Could it be that old Fusslag has come so far? "Apparently this goblin is new to the city, and he doesn't even know where it is.

Seeing that this goblin Fuslag didn't know anything at all, Jule and Graf immediately turned around and were about to leave, they didn't have time to waste on this goblin of unknown origin, and when they saw Yule turn around and leave without saying a word, Fuslag was also startled, and he hurriedly shouted to keep Yule who was about to leave: "Don't go!" I have a lot of money, and if you save my life and protect me back in Booty Bay, my money will be yours! ”

"I'm sorry, but I'm in a hurry, so you should continue to wait for the next gnoll or orc who can save you!" Obviously, money is meaningless to Juler now, so there is no fluctuation in his heart, and he even wants to laugh, anyway, there are obviously many untruths in what Fuslag said, so it is reasonable that Yuler does not want to save a guy who doesn't even tell the truth.

"Please, save me! I'm willing to do anything, I've been hanging here for three days, and you're the first to pass through here! Seeing that Jule didn't pay attention to his own conditions, Fuslag's cry became even more miserable: "If you leave directly like this, you might as well kill me directly!" At least it's a little less painful! ”

"That's what you said, don't regret it!" As he spoke, Graf pulled out a glittering throwing knife from behind him, and then waved at Forslag. (To be continued.) )