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In the vast expanse of the Western Wilderness, Rubes was running freely—the giant wolf that had lived in the twilight forest, a vast woodland that provided abundant prey but was not open enough to make it so free. [Ran^Text^Library] [ ] New xin

If it weren't for the fact that Marlon had already been kept as a pet, Rubos really planned to move to the Wild West with his wolf pack to live.

Marlon walked behind Rubos with his soldiers, his expression solemn, apparently not having much time to play merrily like his own pets.

Malone received a shocking and incomprehensible news from the watchtower of Sentinel Ridge - the residents and soldiers of Sentinel Ridge seemed to have traveled to the town of Moon Creek further south, and the driving force behind this migration was actually related to goblins.

As a traverser, Marlon knows a lot about the goblin race, a group of ugly dwarfs with pointed ears, large hooked noses, jagged fangs, and extremely ugly, but together with the equally short gnomes, they control the most advanced technology in the mortal realm of Azeroth.

No one knows where these little men came from, but before the humans of Azeroth knew that there was another continent on the other side of the Endless Sea, these little green-skinned men had already crossed the Endless Sea in sturdy ships, traveling back and forth between the two continents, exchanging goods with the sailors and merchants there, and making huge profits.

Yes, profit - no one knows if the goblins have their own beliefs, but if they do, they must be...... Gold.

As long as they can earn gold, these goblins will do anything; They are the shrewdest merchants, but they are also vile thieves and robbers - you can find the richest variety of goods on the road on their cargo ships, and they will kick you off their ships for a small copper.

Marlon didn't quite know what role the goblins played in the war between humans and orcs, but he vaguely remembered that the goblins had a connection with the orcs.

With the existence of a complete human state in the southern part of the continent, it is naturally impossible for this group of goblins to fight against humans and orcs for the sake of ...... So, what exactly did they do at Sentinel Ridge?

Malone knew he would find the answer in the town of Moonstream, but the town, the second largest human settlement in the Wild West, was far from the seashore.

According to Robin's estimate, even if Ma Long and the others walked without sleep, it would take three days and three nights to reach Yuexi Town; If you remove the rest time, this number will increase to five days.

Marlon didn't know if he would have had time - if those orcs knew about going straight to Sentinel Ridge, they wouldn't have forgotten to go to Mooncreek Town to have a look.

I hope it's still too late...... Hopefully, the goblins haven't played any tricks yet......

- Malone knows that time is pressing, but there is nothing he can do about it, so he can only let his mouth dry in anxiety.

Just as Malone was about to stop and take a sip of water, Robin appeared in front of him.

"Sir Lothar! We've found out! ”

Robin trotted in front of Malone and said breathlessly.

"Take me to see it."

Malone put down the water bladder that had been raised, hung it on his waist haphazardly, and then ran forward with Robin - according to the marching habits of the Xiquan garrison, scouts who explored the way in advance were indispensable; Robin and a few soldiers from the Westspring garrison are the scouts of the Wayfinder, and Malone hopes they can bring him some good news.

……

Indeed, when Malone followed Robin forward a few hundred steps, he found that several of his subordinates were gathering in a circle in front of him.

Walking behind the soldiers and squeezing them away, Malone looked at it and couldn't help but let out an exclamation - right in front of him was a camp that had just been slaughtered.

Not a camp for humans, but ...... Gnolls.

It wasn't the first time Marlon had seen a dead gnoll, and even after he came to Azeroth, he had killed a lot of them in battle.

But now, Marlon couldn't find even a single intact corpse of a gnolla in the gnolla camp in front of him.

Severed limbs, stump arms, and small pieces of broken corpses littered the ground, as if the entire gnoll camp had been thrown into a giant meat grinder.

Several tents made of rags fell to the ground in a twisted manner, and an iron pot apparently stolen from a human was kicked and the contents of the pot spilled on the ground—even though the soup had already penetrated deep into the reddish-brown ground stained with dried blood, the type of food for the gnolls could still be discerned from the residue left on the surface.

"It's an orc."

Malone's voice was a little muffled.

"They must be."

Robin's affection was also a little low, including the rest of the Xiquan garrison - no one still had a smile on their faces, and some even clenched the weapons at their waists, looking furious.

Of course, Malone and the others will not grieve the death of the gnolls - the more such murderous raiders die, the better; They just thought of the town of Mooncreek.

If his group didn't make it to Moonstream before the orcs, would they be witnessing another massacre that took place in human towns like Nightshade and Lakeside?

- Malone didn't know the answer to this question, but he knew that he didn't have much time to be sentimental.

"Looking at this camp, I need to know how late we are."

Marlon gave his orders, and was the first to lead the way into the gnolls' camp, crouching down to examine the scattered fragments of corpses, broken bones, and the ashes of the campfire—to tell him when the orcs had caused such a massacre.

"Yes, Chief Lothar!"

Robin clenched his fists, he immediately responded to Marlon's order, and followed him into the camp - in this moment, he forgot about the Morsons and his beloved Tess for a moment, and in his chest filled with anger, there was only one thought left - to find the green-skinned crumbs that were wreaking havoc on the land, and then ...... Kill them, or be killed by them!

……

"What people!"

Suddenly, a loud roar came from Marlon's side; He stopped checking the extinguished firewood in the campfire, stood up and looked into the distance.

In the field in front right, a black dot was rapidly moving away from the camp; One of the soldiers of the Xiquan garrison beside Ma Long pulled out his crossbow and quickly chased after the black dot - the shout just now was from him.

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