The next morning, after a busy day of camp work (in fact, there are very few blood-stained gray flowers that can help in this regard.) It would be nice if Bena and Rielly didn't have the knowledge to do it. Noodles and Lalu are not strong enough, and Mario, who has been tired all night, can't participate. The only ones who can do it are the remaining three. The caravan continued on its way forward. After a hard night's work, Mario now gets a chance to catch up on sleep in the caravan, while Barrett has to grab the reins again and step on horseback to eat the sand in the cold autumn wind.

On the late autumn morning, there are still dappled frost flowers on the vast fields, which are the traces of the night that have not yet dispersed under the morning sun. As the sun rises, these solidified water vapours re-sublimate into the sky.

By noon, Barrett's ration had already changed from yesterday's sawdust dry food to corned beef jerky. Barrett softened the jerky in his mouth and chewed as he thought, 'It's good that the cooks in the caravan have extra jerky, otherwise there would be no place to buy them in this wilderness, even with gold coins.' ’

Since it is a problem that can be solved with money, Barrett will certainly not continue to let his five internal organs temple suffer. Although the extra part of the price is indeed a little heart-wrenching, Barrett always feels that it is worth it after patting his stomach.

"It's really boring in the wilderness at this time of year! If you can see some hares in the spring and summer, you can show their fluffy and cute appearance in the dense grass. But now except for the brown mud floor, there is withered yellow hay. Idle, Barrett began to show his sullen side. Of course, in front of Mario and these guys, he won't fall into the shoes of others like this!

"Dark-brown dirt? Sepia dirt? Suddenly, Barrett felt that about 4oo meters to his right, the color of the dirt seemed to be a little lighter than the surrounding area.

"That's not right! The land seems to have been turned over, is there a situation? Barrett immediately realized that something was wrong when he thought about it, "Let's see what is going on!" ”

With both hands holding the reins, he kicked the horse's belly with his legs. Barrett turned his horse's head and ran in a suspicious direction. Of course, he wasn't prepared to approach a potential enemy so recklessly, and if those guys had dug some traps, Barrett might have confessed here.

Barrett stood up from the saddle of his saddle, took the compound longbow from his back with his hand, bent his arm, drew the bow, took aim, and in the blink of an eye he was ready to shoot.

The running of the horses, the undulations of the horse's back, all the time affected Barrett's aiming. Adjusting his breathing evenly, the bow horse loosened and tightened with the undulations of the horse, and the arm stabilized the aim of the arrow.

The sound of the arrows breaking through the air had never been so harsh, and the vibration of the bowstring had never been so violent. Not everyone can wield a compound longbow specially prepared for 18 points, and Barrett has never used this "big killer" with all his might before.

"Bang-" The triangular pyramid-like arrow slammed into the land that Barrett thought was greasy. The violent impact shook the floating earth on the surface of the earth and flew into the wind.

The roar of "coo-coo-" was remembered from under the arrows that were still "buzzing" and shaking deep into the ground. Then, in Barrett's eyes, the land was directly overturned.

No! It should be said that the bark of the trees covering the land was directly lifted. After Qiao Ji got this scene, he muttered in his heart: "Sure enough, there is a problem, if I am not careful just now, I am afraid that it will be wrong." But why the bark! It seems that it is still the kind that was plucked directly from the log? ”

Out of the pit came a figure that looked like a child. Barrett's arrows pierced the thick bark and the earth, digging deep into the small body and looking so disproportionate.

The yellow blood and the constant struggle to crawl forward speak of its desire to survive. But just as Barrett put away the compound longbow, the kind of lurker crawled out of the previous 'hiding hole' with the body of his companion who had not lost his life.

These little ugly creatures were only 3 feet tall when they stood up, their bony bodies with disproportionately large heads. What's more, there is not a single hair on the big head, and the huge ears and small red eyes that are very strange - if you don't look at the facial features on the head, you will be a 'fog orphan'!

The orange skin blends in nicely with the surrounding weeds. From Barrett's point of view, one-two-three-66 continues to crawl out of the pit, wearing rags made of leather or tree bark. The color is actually full of earthy smell like their skin, and if you don't distinguish it carefully, you think you have encountered a group of "bird walking" enthusiasts.

As the small creatures made a "cooing" sound, a strange scene of bark and rags flying together and dead grass and dust farther behind them appeared—not one, but at least four "caves" in Barrett's field of vision, and it was unclear if there were any more in the distance.

The experienced Barrett could see at a glance the identities lurking in front of him: "It's actually a goblin?" Anyway, when did these guys become so bold in Boreham? ”

Don't despise these little things because they're small, and it's true that there are a lot of people who just think of them as a nuisance with a bit of trouble, but that's obviously wrong. If left unnoticed, these evil creatures can cause great damage. Many more aboriginal adventurers die at the hands of goblins every year than at the hands of other monsters. In the game, it is currently known as a novice butcher.

While normal goblins are no more combat-ready than adult civilians, they usually don't have much strength. However, against these guys who can usually reach around 14-16 points of agility, although it is not difficult to drive them away. But if you don't have a weapon and a certain amount of skill, it's not easy to solve it completely.

They like to use raids, crowd tactics and use whatever tricks they can in combat. As a result, goblins generally do not act alone, often appearing in groups of three or five, attacking when they have a numerical advantage, and if the number is about the same, the goblins will gather more companions or flee in all directions (there used to be occasional lone guys, but they seem to have disappeared since the player appeared).

The sound of "Woo-woo-woo" came from Barrett's horn that had been hanging from his waist, which was the emergency communication tool provided to the scouts after joining the caravan. In the sound of using his abundant lung capacity, both the scouts scattered around and the main body of the caravan knew that there was something wrong with Barrett.

"Charge or standby? That's a problem! Barrett, riding on his horse, loosened the clarion call that he had fulfilled his historic mission. I began to pay attention to the three-inch dings in front of me.

"There is no command from the goblins, and there doesn't seem to be a geonin alchemist with bottles and jars." A little relieved, Barrett paid attention to the traps that might be lurking around him. With the nature of the goblins, it wasn't difficult for Barrett to dispel the numbers in front of him alone.

However, the civilization of goblins makes them have the disgusting talent of 'alchemy' and 'trap zuò'. Most goblins will make simple traps, such as stumbling ropes, trap potholes, and the previous hiding holes.

And a few Goblin Bombers have 'Flame Branding', 'Goblin Spontaneous Combustion', 'Goblintov Cocktail' and other things that most rookie adventurers hate.

"Glory gives me strength!" With the sound of the leather whip in his hand, Barrett's shout blurted out. From the moment he entered the game, Barre suppressed his free heart, like a canary in a cage.

At this moment, it was as if he had broken free from the shackles of reality and regained his identity at the time of the test. The figure galloped like the wind towards the battlefield in front of him, and the breath that poured into the tip of his tongue brought him the taste of blood.

'It's finally back after half a year, the smell of this battlefield. Barrett thought to himself as the unsheathed scimitar in his hand glowed coldly. This is a weapon specially prepared by Barrett for horse warfare, which is more suitable for the current environment than the heavy Mo knife.

The goblins, who had gathered in the noise, suddenly felt a cold chill pass through their souls, causing them to freeze all over. This cold feeling is from mental oppression. In the mouth of the aborigines, this is usually a unique aura that only experienced elite warriors have - murderous aura, and rookie recruits who have not experienced the test of life and death may even collapse on the spot after encountering.

With the help of his mount's charge to build up his strength and strength, Barrett's blade was close to its peak. The goblins unconsciously stopped in their sudden panic and set their eyes in the direction that was constantly transmitting danger. Even his hand carrying the trumpet meteor hammer stopped moving.

Then the scythe of death appeared before their eyes, and the cold crescent moon was accompanied by a bloody yellow liquid rising into the sky—a fierce and swift, rainbow-like slash that inevitably brought up an ugly head.

Barrett knew the force of his blow, not to mention the unprotected goblins in front of him. Even heavily armed guards can cut it in two, albeit at the cost of curling the edge.

If you put on a good horse, it will feel better to be in the wind. Barrett felt his whole body boil with his blood.

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