The heat in the air was gradually dissipating, and the wind was blowing away the strong stench—the goblin nest was in the middle of a barren hill community, perhaps because they were like gold coins for collecting dung and carrion, and the grass that surrounded the nest, though yellow and shriveled and only slightly bluished, was more lush than the grass in other places, and Leona could feel her knees being gently pushed as she walked, and she had to raise her toes so that she would not trip over the grass's tough, well-developed roots.

They had carved out a wide firebreak when the mage burned the goblin lair, and now they didn't have to worry about the overgrown flames burning the entire hill, Leona removed the flaming sword from her back and plunged it into the ground. The heavy greatsword wasn't a burden for Leona, but a flaming sword stuck in the ground instead of stuck in the back would save the user more time when she might encounter an enemy—she crossed her arms and looked around, the elven rangers had pointed out other exits to the lair, but due to the rat-and-rabbit nature of the goblins, they would only have more and more unexpected exits- The Norman princesses of the Highlands had only seen goblins in drawings and bards, ugly like hairless mice, but there was not much mention of their stench, and Kerry had warned them that it was best not to get too close to them, as their teeth and claws were poisonous, and that being caught or bitten would cause unbearable pain and continuous high fever, and that a small wound could lead to death if left untreated.

Plum honey knelt under a lone tree. With her eyes closed and a prayer to her goddess, lilac flowers fall from the tree. It fell on her robe and cheeks, and Flo's priest was unconscious, and before praying, she thought she might not be able to enter meditation too quickly, and Baldwin's refusal made her heart feel like it was tearing, but on the contrary, she fell into that subtle state of concentration almost immediately as soon as she prayed. She could still hear the whistling of the wind through the fine grass, smell the cloudy scent, and feel the flowers falling on her skin, but they weren't real, or rather. It wasn't real, it was like a hallucination of poppies, aconitum and mandala flowers, and when she opened her eyes, she would find herself still in the temple of Asoro. He was not yet fifteen years old. Before she became a follower of Flo, she was crammed into a room with several of her sisters, taking turns as her mother's maids, eating only hard bread and water, but she was pure and happy as any maiden who walked outside the temple.

Baldwin wanted to get down on his knees and pray to his god Tyre, just like every time before. He prayed to Tyre, for the righteous deity to watch over him and his companions. to help them to victory and glory, but now he did not dare to spit out the name to his lips, or his tongue would be burned by the invisible coals, and he could only bend his knees, and lay his forehead against the back of his cold hand, and briefly declare his grievances and determination to the will of darkness. He held his breath, expecting a response, but he was disappointed, he didn't get anything but the stench of the goblins, and though he knew he wouldn't be forgiven so easily, he still felt the pain gnawing at his spirit.

He did his best not to let his frustration fade away, and when Leona looked at him with concern, he smiled at her, and then turned back, where Memy was still clasping her hands and praying to the bell of pure gold, and an uncontrollable jealousy suddenly welled up, and the former paladin turned his gaze away in embarrassment, focusing his attention on the only remaining tree- Goblins are greedy and less elaborate creatures, they will even gnaw on steel when they are hungry, of course, their favorite is rotting flesh, but their teeth will continue to grow like rats, growing enough to pierce their upper and lower jaws, so goblins will also grind off the excess by gnawing on trees, and by the way, they will also sharpen their teeth a little sharper, so generally speaking, around the goblin lair, you will not see tall trees, the reason why this tree can survive the goblin's teeth is probably because it is a neem, the bark of this tree is bitter like the tears shed by a lover when he says goodbye, and there is a certain toxicityWhen there is plenty of food, goblins naturally don't ask for their own food.

"Do you smell anything?" asked Leona suddenly.

"Stink?"

"It's not the same smell. Leona said, and then she saw that Baldwin's expression became solemn, "Alert!" he said to Leona, running to Memi, "to the tree." He shouted, stretching out his arm to roughly wake up the meditative priest, and Memy stood up a little dazed, though she didn't quite understand what was happening, but she knew that Berdwin might abandon her, but she wouldn't deceive or trick her, and without hesitation, she grabbed Berdwin's arm, stepped on his knee, and climbed the first branch of neem with his strength.

"Birdwin!" cried Leona, and Mamee let out the same scream, and Berdwin subconsciously leaned over, drew his sword, and a tawny shadow passed by his ear—he turned sharply, his back against the broad trunk of neem—and the creature that had attacked him fell into the grass with a thud, its body trembling as if it had a cold disease, and its fat liver flowed from the crack of the broadsword. It was a hyena, and it lowered its head to sniff it, and it actually devoured its own entrails.

More hyenas lurked in the half-yellow grass, their coat almost identical to the fine grass making them look invisible, and the two of the most cunning of them pounced on Leona one after the other—a human female, unlike the men around her, who didn't smell of blood, and was a good prey to deal with—what they didn't expect was that this easy prey would disappear without a trace, and they slammed head-to-head into each other with an angry wail.

Leona jumped to her feet, landing as lightly as a black-feathered crane on the metal gauntlet of the Flame Sword, which was pressed down by her weight. Standing firmly, the Norman princess of the Highlands removed the crossbow from her belt and aimed it at the two still dazed hyenas and pulled the trigger. The steel arrows' crossbow bolts shot into their eyes and into their brains so precisely that the hyenas died before they could whimper - and then Leona shot all the arrows, she couldn't hit as well as the elves, but sometimes a small interference could allow Baldwin's broadsword to cut off a hyena's back or neck.

"Is it over?" shouted Leona as the pesky fur creatures were dead and wounded.

"I hope, but no!" Birdwin ran back to Leona. Back to back with her, "That stench isn't a goblin - it's a gnoll." ”

No wonder he felt familiar, the orcs often bred gnolls. Just like humans domesticate puppies, gnolls play little role in siege warfare, so they are rarely seen, but knights patrolling outside Thundercastle will often encounter groups of gnolls. They are good at sneak attacks. Often accompanied by hyenas, the hyenas will bite the legs of horses, or pull out the intestines from the anus of horses, and when knights fall from their horses, the gnolls will rush up, they will eat the knight's body, and bring the knight's head back to please their owners.

But not that they only appear in the wasteland, they are the vanguard of demons. Wherever there is evil, they can be seen.

There are four gnolls, and they are about the same height as Baldwin. The waist is slender, as opposed to the chest, The muscles of the arms and thighs were like a kind of deformity, their hands were like five iron hooks with curved nails and hair, and their feet were real claws, with thick pads like dogs, which minimized the sound they made when they walked and ran, and their skin was smooth, except for a thick layer of yellow-brown fur with black spots growing on their backs, but as far as the skull was concerned, you could not find the slightest humanoid feature, that is, the head of a hyena, only twice as large as it was two or more, and the sharp teeth protruding from the long snout, and from the pink tongue and teeth continued to flow transparent coveting。

Their weapons were stone hammers and maces, crude, but strong enough and huge enough that Leona felt that if she placed her head under those hammers, it might not be enough to cover the entire surface of the hammers—she held the hilt of the flaming sword in one hand, and the metal gauntlet in the other, and she was facing a monster for the first time. There were no guards or mages, but Berdwin was right behind her, his back pressed against his back, his heat pouring like sweet liquor into her veins, and she didn't panic at all, but rather impatient—she smiled as she met the gnoll who was half her height.

"For justice!" shouted Baldwin, unable to mention the god name of Tyre, thankfully, he was still able to fight for his beliefs.

"For justice!" Leona shouted in response.

The two men and the gnolls clashed at almost the same moment, and the sound of metal clashing echoed through the countryside.

They fought in a rage, swords and hammers striking each other, Berdwin roared, his broadsword was unmatchedly sharp, his strength was as amazing as a demon, the gnoll's stone hammer was shattered by him, the broadsword stabbed into its ribs, and after breaking the ribs, it pierced its heart, the gnolls let out an unwilling roar, it grabbed Baldwin's broadsword tightly, making it pierce deeper, and the former paladin could not withdraw his weapon in time, while his companion, another gnoll, had already pounced, wielding its flail, which shone with silver light, and when it hit Baldwin's shoulder, Baldwin saw the Mithril rune engraved on the flail, an electric current stabbed his body, his right shoulder suddenly couldn't move, and the pain was like being cut by countless knives, if it was an inexperienced adventurer, maybe he would hesitate to give up his weapon, or he couldn't bear the pain and couldn't react in time, but Berdwin had fought against tens of thousands of orcs, and it wasn't the first time he had encountered this situation, and it wasn't the first time he had solved it- Baldwin stepped forward steadily, allowing his right shoulder to hit the enchanted flail once more, and the expected pain roared, but the barbed orb on the flail failed to pierce his Mithril Chainmail, and it swung back high and fast, just in time to hit the gnoll's nose, the lightning of magic scorched the tender weakness, and its owner screamed, followed by another sound, for Berdwin's short sword had also pierced its abdomen.

Only then did Baldwin have time to draw his broadsword from the dying gnoll, his feet were also affected by the electric shock, and his pace became slow, Leona sensed this, and moved to his right, and a gnoll thought he had found an opportunity, he pounced on the gap between the two, and while shielding his vital point with the huge stone hammer, he showed his sharp fangs, and its target was still Leona, after all, she was a woman, and she was not wearing armor- Its companion barked frantically at Baldwin, trying to distract him.

Baldwin flipped his wrist, his broadsword piercing precisely under his empty side, striking the stone hammer, the yellow eyes of the jackal using the stone hammer flashed with a cunning light, and it twisted its neck violently, biting down on the back of the man's neck - it didn't care who it ate first, and Berdwin's left hand gripped the broadsword against its stone hammer, he had no second hand to resist - But as soon as he struck the stone hammer, he pressed it down with the strength of his body, and the broadsword ran between him and the hammer, and at once pushed the half-hearted fellow out—they fell together in the fine grass, and both the stone hammer and the broadsword were abandoned, and their masters shouted and scuffled together in their own strength.

The only remaining gnolls confronted Leona directly, its mace against Leona's flaming sword as a restrained weapon, the blade of the flaming sword was curved like a flame, and the mace was covered with long, sharp bumps, it pinned the flaming sword, forcing Leona to confront its master with pure strength, but like Baldwin's opponents, Leona's enemies had other weapons- Their teeth and claws, Leona's tongue as long as its elbows to its fingertips licked the princess's face, sour saliva burning her skin as she had to grapple with the flaming sword with both hands.

"Sit down!" a voice shouted.

The force exerted on Leona suddenly vanished, and the gnolls who were opposing Leona sat on the ground with a pop, bewildered, and had no idea what was happening to him—until the princess's flaming sword swept over its neck and cut off the ugly head. (To be continued......)

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