"Are you really going to go to Gran Forest on your own?" Athe, who was holding Wang Feng's heavy sword in his hand, a water bag and two black breads, asked, "I may not be able to leave now." ”

At this time, Wang Feng was pouting his ass, spreading the simple sheepskin map given by the goblin on the ground with both hands, studying the general situation of the Gran Forest, they were already far away from where Sherlock could see.

"I'll go check it out, this goblin is interesting. Did you just find anything interesting? ”

"Well, I did sense the spell sign of the dark elves, it seems that there are really dark elves here, and I don't know if it's Minette. Dark elves aren't used to waking up early, so I'd like to wait here and see. ”

Wang Feng took the heavy sword from Ath's hand, and then put it on his shoulder, as time went by, Wang Feng's mastery of this heavy sword became more and more proficient, the ghost hand affected his body, and when he woke up, Wang Feng found that he had a physical memory of the giant sword, as if he had played with this thing for several years, this is Bazin syndrome.

"I'm going to check the situation, I haven't done it yet, I just happened to investigate together. I didn't make a mistake in front of the other dark elves, and you'd be hard-pressed to find Minette here. ”

"Be careful on the road. Don't show mercy when necessary. ”

Wang Feng waved his hand and walked west along the streets of Huttonmar, where the natives on the street hid from Wang Feng, who was eating bread while walking, like a plague, as if they were closer, Wang Feng would reach out his terrible ghost hand and take them all away and eat them.

The able-bodied and the ordinary townsfolk are two completely different classes, and their lives are as distinct as oil and water. Their mental state and physical fitness, as well as the speed of their walking, show a complete difference. Of course, for Wang Feng, to judge whether a person is a capable person or an ordinary townsman, the ghost hand sensing aura is quite accurate, and ordinary people only need to look at the weapons on their bodies to judge whether they are capable or not, anyway, they are shy away from any guy who carries a weapon, so Wang Feng also unexpectedly found some "pseudo-ability" who are equipped with weapons but do not have any breath sensing.

Thinking about it for a while, Wang Feng found that the only exception for the ordinary people who talked and laughed with the capable people in Hutton Marr was the flower girl Kanina. Wang Feng shook his head, watching those ordinary citizens come and go with a cold eye, and be careful not to have any conflicts with them.

Wang Feng traveled all the way west and got into the Gran Jungle, he naturally didn't go to find the goblin clan in the Thundering Ruins, only a real madman would go to single-handedly pick up a group of enemies, even if the enemy was just a group of sparrows, and if there were too many of them, they could peck at the eyes of hunters! His target is the Goblin Patrol that roams the deep woods foraging for food, or rather guarding, as Sherlock gives the quest hint.

Unlike the imagined goblins as soon as you enter the woods, the dense forest near the town is not the territory of the monsters, but of the humans.

Along the forest path, Wang Feng soon saw the artificial structure, which was a small lumber yard, and a pile of logs were stacked along the wooden houses outside, and a dozen lumberjacks were making a fire to make breakfast, a kind of stew that smelled very good. Of course, the lumberjacks had no intention of inviting Wang to breakfast. When Wang Feng passed by the gate of their lumberyard, Wang Feng didn't think that the action of the lumberjacks with their axes was to welcome him.

"Phew, Fallen Seed, Demon!"

"Bad luck!"

"Those cat demons are all convened by these monsters."

"Don't scold, work hard, I hope it can be completed before the deadline, although Alice is also a nasty depravity, but her money is not bad!"

"Shut up, you dare to say bad things about the gold lord, this lumber yard can't be opened without Alice!"

"Yes, Lord Alice is different from those who are hateful, she has shown us the way, and maybe she will go down in history."

"It's good that the source of the scourge, Sharan, isn't in Hutton Male, but I've heard that Lord Alice and Sharan used to be very good friends..."

"Fart!"

Perhaps because he felt that Wang Feng had gone away, the sound of scolding and discussion came from the lumber yard one after another, and Wang Feng found that his hearing had also strengthened a lot, and he could even hear the sound of the lumberjack chirping more than ten meters away.

Although these humans were very unfriendly, it still made Wang Feng a lot bolder. Even in the dark and dense forest, there are traces of human infestation, and in a sense, Wang Feng is not stupid enough to come home without waiting for Yat to come with him.

Wang Feng didn't find anything valuable in this place where there were traces of humans, strawberries, nuts, nuts, and mushrooms were all swept away, not to mention the relics of the able-bodied. This is a matter of course, and if they do have the unfortunate ability to fall here, their relics will also be picked up by the townspeople because they are too close to the edge of the forest.

"Deer?" While Wang Feng tirelessly made marks on the trunks of trees and went deep into the dense forest, and along the way to find something to eat, an animal frightened by Wang Feng crossed a yellow light in front of his eyes, and then disappeared into the bushes.

"If I had a gun, maybe I would have animal meat to eat, well, or like the townspeople, gathering berries, mushrooms, fishing? There's no need to fight to the death with the goblin minotaur or something, don't consider the so-called destruction mission, survive for 30 days, it shouldn't be difficult, as for Celia, there are imperial garrisons in Lorain, I don't know the depth of Linus, and the nearby goblin settlements have also been cleaned up, theoretically there will be no danger, don't worry about it for the time being. ”

"And maybe they can rob the goblins themselves, which may sound unreliable, but these guys do have a habit of collecting copper plates and small gems in town. Even if it doesn't work, just taking the hand bones from their necks can exchange some money with Sherlock..."

"Bang." A fist-sized stone smashed into Wang Feng's body, interrupting his musings and self-talk.

"Human! Leave... Goblins... of the territory! Along with the stones came a non-standard lingua franca, as well as a standard goblin patrol foraging squad - a chief, two throwing goblins with small frames, two goblins with small maces, and five goblins with nothing but carrying straw bags.

"Have you arrived at the ruins of thunder?" Wang Feng was also surprised, he was too involved in things just now, and he had already walked out of the edge of the forest with human traces.

Wang Feng didn't say much, he took off the heavy sword from behind him and blocked it in front of him, and as soon as his leg muscles were tensed, he was about to forcibly break through this short few tens of meters and give these goblins something to look good, after all, he was here to rob!

"Bang!" What stopped Wang Feng's desire to rob was a revolver, a revolver in the hands of the goblin chief.

Obviously, this goblin marksmanship is not very good, this shot is completely empty, just a solid egg, the power of the guns in this world is limited, but all the generals have proved that there is no danger, but Wang Feng feels that Mount Tai is about to collapse like a huge existential crisis!

Wang Feng, who had already experienced the power of firearms, was not sure if he would die if he was unfortunately hit in the head, but that strong sense of crisis still forced him to dodge.

Far faster than the charge, with the help of the weapon's inertia, Wang Feng beautifully pulled this bulky piece of iron, driven by the wrist of his left hand and a little bit of ghost power, the giant sword made an elegant arc, and after two dazzling arcs, he took Wang Feng back more than ten meters - this is a three-stage slashing technique, but this weapon can't hit the third time with Wang Feng's endurance.

Then, a deep pit half a person deep appeared on the route that Wang Feng had charged two seconds earlier.

"Sniper rifles? And snipers in the shadows? The corners of Wang Feng's eyes twitched, and he ran away without looking back. What are you kidding, how can a bullet of this power be resisted.

Even with the lightning running method, Wang Feng looked back at the goblins chasing him, they had already been pulled away and distanced. Wang Feng was hit by the two-round revolver bullet on his back, and of course, it broke a little skin, and the bullet was even squeezed out by the muscles on his back when he was running. What gave him a huge sense of crisis was the sniper rifle that was hidden and no longer fired, and Wang Feng could even feel that the gun was still aiming at him.

In the end, Wang Feng still ran out of the depths of the woods, and when he saw the logging field from a distance, the goblins began to give up chasing Wang Feng, and seemed to recognize that it was human territory, and the sense of crisis on his back disappeared, and Wang Feng breathed a sigh of relief.

The lumberyard was already working, and of course, what Wang Feng saw was that the workers were roughing the wood, not cutting it. In fact, the logs that were lifted up by the workers, roughened on the cutting table, and finally sent to the lumberyard hut did not seem to be the broad-leaved trees of the Lorain Forest, but conifers that were not very common in this area, and the forest path that Wang Feng walked through was not flat.

Wang Feng stuffed the wild mountain grape he found just now into his mouth, sweet and sour, this is what he found before, it is a good source of food, "Damn, why are there snipers in the goblin camp?" Could it be that there are still Celestials hiding in the Goblin Clan? ”

Sherlock didn't give a lot of water, Wang Feng gave some more to Yat, after all, Yate didn't drink water from Celia, after running hard, Wang Feng was really a little unbearable, as for those sour blueberries, in fact, there is very little water, it is estimated that it is used as an acidulant, it is a fantasy to quench thirst, and there are too few mountain grapes.

"Uncle, can you ask for a glass of water? I can swap blueberries. Wang Feng licked his lips and shouted at the two bare-chested carpenters carrying logs on the workbench, knowing that the townsfolk were not friendly to him, but he was too thirsty.