Tarrant sat up from the bed violently, sweating profusely, breathless, he took two deep breaths greedily, only to ease up, his consciousness slowly jumped back from the situation just now, the furnishings that entered the field of vision were the same as before he went to bed last night, he was still in the big bed of the hotel, it was just a dream.

The memories in the dream began to fade rapidly, and Tarrant struggled to recall the events that took place on the battlefield of the slaughter, only to find that the scenes had become blurry and illegible, the army logo was erased together, and the words on the cards were chaotically distorted, and all the details of the nightmare were gone, only the killing and screams could be remembered, and the ...... "sizzle" sound, Tarrant held his head in pain, and a sense of frustration surrounded him, compressing the value of his zài to near zero.

A few children downstairs were chasing and fighting, and there was laughter full of life and vitality, which brought Tarrant back to the real world, Tarrant moved to the bed, his feet just touched the ground, and found that his legs were sore and numb, and when he supported his upper body, he found that his arms were also sore, and he had a busy day last night, and he didn't take off his armor when he slept at night, so that his body remained stiff, and now the muscles of his whole body are not obeying. It was a bad morning, no, a bad noon, and the sun was already shining through the window, projecting an exaggerated window frame on the carpet.

It was time for lunch, Tarrant carefully took off the chain gloves, unfastened his wrist armor, arm armor, armor skirt and cuirass in turn, the weight of the load made his whole body relax and stretch, he got up and took off the leg guards and knee pads underneath, and then changed into a pair of leather boots. When Tarrant staggered downstairs with the handrail, the fat boss with a mustache was eating toast with cream, and when he saw Tarrant coming downstairs, the boss laughed roughly, "Chief Mark has been here in the morning, he invited you to lunch, at the "twelve" restaurant, go out and turn right at the first intersection and turn left and then right, and you can see it all the way forward", after saying this, the boss bowed his head and reveled in his toast.

I didn't expect Mark to get up so early after a busy night, Tarrant walked out the door, the sunlight outside was a little dazzling, and it took him a long time to get used to it. Following the fat boss's instructions, Tarrant immediately found the "twelve" restaurant, which had a model clock hanging on its main entrance, and all three hands pointed to 12, a good idea, it seems that the owner of the restaurant wants the time to stay at twelve o'clock forever, so that everyone will eat lunch non-stop.

Stepping through the door, Mark was talking to Adrian at the table in the middle of the restaurant, with a half-eaten lunch in front of them, and Mark immediately got up when he saw Tarrant enter the door, and raised his big hand, "Tarrant, here, we've been waiting for you for a long time, I can't wait to eat first." ”

As soon as Tarrant sat down, Mark patted him on the shoulder vigorously, "Don't you seem to be in good spirits and sleeping well?"

"I didn't take off my armor when I slept, it's just a little sour", it is impossible for Tarrant to repeat the dream now, although he is still affected and feels a little gloomy, but he can no longer remember the content of the dream.

"Haha, so you should go out with your wife!" Mark didn't notice Tarrant's insincere expression.

This joke reminded Tarrant of her, her lover in the national capital, Katrina, who preferred to serve the Academy of Magic rather than go out to find the Psion, and she also disagreed with Tarrant to find the Psilocy, she thought that Tarrant should continue the family's glory...... These things always haunted Tarrant's mind, making him feel that he was under an invisible pressure all the time, and only when he didn't think about it would be slightly relieved. Tarrant turned to the waiter and shouted, "Steak, the sooner the better." ”

"You don't need to be in such a hurry, Adrian told me in the morning, you have to rush to Nai'an Town in the afternoon, right?"

"Well, the evidence is very important, I must present it immediately, the intention of the Spirit Suckers is already obvious, they will definitely attack the humans, it is only a matter of time, the sooner this matter is resolved, the better. ”

"Tarrant, be careful on the way to Nian", Adrian is still humble and polite, of course he will stay here.

"Still there's no news of Garfield", Tarrant cast his eyes at the two opposites and received an affirmative answer, Tarrant paused, "I hope they just have something to delay." ”

"I hope so, they have always been cautious, and no special circumstances will not stump them", Adrian's brows touched, for this calm mage, the situation can make him have this sadness, the situation is not optimistic.

"Well, I'll let the soldiers find out in the afternoon, and there should be clues as to where they got out and where they were last seen. Mark remembered to use the town's security forces to find the heroes of Watt Town.

The scene was a little awkward, Tarrant didn't know what to say to comfort this friend, Adrian knew the most likely scenario better than himself, Tarrant knocked on the table with his index finger, and said for a long time: "Okay, there is a chance that our country will meet again, I hope we have more opportunities to work together when the time comes, I believe you will help the Light of Shelter a lot." ”

"Willing to serve. ”

A steak was delivered, and Tarrant picked up his knife and fork and was about to fill his stomach when he remembered the guy they had abandoned together, "What about Biantris? He won't still sleep in the woods, will he?"

The sheriff laughed, "That guy, you're back early." He woke up at night when he was still rescuing, and memorized some healing spells, which helped us a lot, and he said goodbye early in the morning, looking very anxious. ”

It turned out that he slept so fast last night in a memory spell, Tarrant was quite admired, he was by no means an ordinary troubadour, that sword, by the way, Adrian already knew his identity, Tarrant couldn't suppress his curiosity, and asked: "Adrian, what is that guy's identity?"

Adrian, who was cutting the veal steak, paused for a moment, looked at Tarrant with a slightly puzzled expression, and instantly turned into a smile again, "Do you mean that silver shrinking sword", after getting Tarrant's affirmation, he said: "I learned a trick from him, deceitful people, hehe, in fact, I didn't recognize the sword." He was anxious to hide his identity, so he lost a lot of the game, anyway, he should be a person with a story. ”

"I see", Tarrant replied, and began to bury his head in lunch, whether Adrian knew the identity of the guy or not, it was normal to choose not to comment, he had already collected the "hush money", and it was obviously inappropriate to continue to ask. Thinking that he still had a task to do, Tarrant hurriedly poured his lunch into his stomach and got up to say goodbye to the sheriff and Adrian.

When he returned to the hotel, the fat boss was still continuing his lunch, and Tarrant ignored him and went straight back to his room to equip his full body armor, feeling much better than when he was in bed. Then he went straight to the stable, where his horse was rubbing against the ground, and Tarrant mounted his horse and set off north.

Most of the north side of Watt Town is farmland, and there are still a few farmers working in the fields at this time at noon, and a large road is lonely in the middle of the farmland, so that Tarrant can find it effortlessly, he grabs the reins and slowly paces to the sign on the side of the road, on the first line of a westerly direction with the words "Nai'an", the direction is correct, Tarrant gallops northwest.

Close to the Cuilin Mountains and separated from Komohe, sparsely populated and overgrown, Tarrant galloped all the way, and gradually the town of Watt disappeared into the horizon behind him, replaced by undulating roads and lush trees on both sides, an environment that was often inhabited by some beasts of prey, as well as annoying little tribes, who lived in isolation and self-sufficiency, and were usually hostile to strangers who strayed into their territory, and Tarrant galloped along the main road, minimizing the sound of horses' hooves.

A few dozen meters ahead, an animal poked its head out, looking like a tiger's head, but with two long fangs on its jaw, it was a scorpion-tailed tiger. The scorpion-tailed tiger is a ferocious carnivorous animal, basically resembling a tiger in appearance, the difference is its two fangs and the stinging on the tail, the end of the tail of the scorpion-tailed tiger is not hairy but a poisonous sac, it is very poisonous, can paralyze the target in a short time and be deadly. This creature has a strong sense of territory, and does not allow other creatures to approach in its territory, and will attack once it enters, even against its own kind, so they usually appear alone.

Right now, the manticored tiger is looking over, and Tarrant is immediately reining in his horse, maybe it has entered its territory, or it may be foraging for food, and it has to be dealt with carefully, the manticore's fangs can pierce the armor, and many adventurers have paid with their lives for this creature. Tarrant stared at it, his right hand slowly moved to the hilt of the sword, to prepare for the worst, the Manticore's attack was swift, its strength was far beyond ordinary people, and it had almost no chance of winning alone, and it was better to avoid it if it was not necessary.

After looking at each other for a long time, the manticore-tailed tiger in the distance did not attack, but repeatedly looked around, which made Tarrant very difficult, and if he continued to advance, it was very likely to step into its territory, and if it retreated, it would think that it was a sign of weakness, and it would immediately chase after it.

Just as Tarrant is in a dilemma, the woods make a "coo-goo" cry, all too familiar to the adventurous adventurer, the language of goblins. Goblins, also known as goblins, are a short and thin race, like human children, jumping and jumping when walking, they usually live in groups in a tribal manner, and their active footprints can be found anywhere in the vast space of the Redstone Continent, but as humanoids, their level of intellectual development is not high, such work as casting spells can only be done by the elites of their tribe, and the development of tools is far less than that of humans, and the places where they live are usually naturally formed shelters such as caves, and the most used weapons are unprocessed thornwood branches, in short, their society is still in the most primitive stage, soAlthough the goblins are all over the world, they are completely isolated from human society, and only those who venture in the wilderness will have a deeper understanding of them, and most people know about them from books. In addition, although they have developed a language of communication, to humans, it seems that all their pronunciations are only two words, "goo" and "叽", which is a problem that puzzles the mages of the Institute of Linguistics, and it is absolutely impossible in human society to communicate with only two sounds of guò, and so far no one or any creature has been found to be able to communicate with goblins normally.

More and more "cooing" sounds came from the forest, and Tarrant probably thought that a goblin tribe living in the forest was foraging, although they were mentally retarded, they had a strong spirit of cooperation between teams, and often acted together, which was the complete opposite of the manticore. The Manticore-tailed Tiger also heard the noise and turned to look into the forest, it had spotted the uninvited guests, and yelled at the goblins, its attention had been taken away from Tarrant, making Tarrant breathe a sigh of relief.

A goblin jumped out of the forest onto the road, jumping up and down waving a thorn stick, pointing at the manticore, which was an indication, and immediately, several more goblins sprang out, forming a circle around the manticore. It seems that they have the Manticore-tailed Tiger as their lunch today, and Tarrant lets go of the hilt of his sword and waits for the predation of both sides to end before continuing on his way.

The scorpion-tailed tiger buried its front paws in the ground, its fangs low, its tail flicking vigorously, pumping on itself from time to time, it was a battle signal, it was doing warm-up exercises, ensuring that its tail could freely stab the enemy during the battle. A goblin in front of it rushed over, the manticore-tailed tiger kicked its front legs and rushed over, the fangs were raised sharply, the goblin was pierced before he had time to "grunt", the manticore-tailed tiger raised his head and threw the goblin's corpse out, and the blood flowed down the manticore's fangs into its mouth, stimulating the manticore's muscles. The goblins "coo" together and attack the manticore.

The thorn rod swung towards the head of the manticore, and the manticore's front paws swept and tore another goblin to pieces, its tail stabbed down on a goblin beside him, and the venom was infused into the goblin's body, and the stabbed goblin instantly fell to the ground, trembling all over, and white foam gushed out of his mouth.

It seems that it is an egg to hit a stone, Tarrant began to worry that the goblin is not the opponent of the manticore, regardless of strength and size, the goblin is several times inferior to the manticore, at first the idea of hoping to rely on the numerical advantage to kill the manticore-tailed tiger does not seem to be realized, if the goblin is defeated, I am afraid that the manticore-tailed tiger will still attack himself, while the manticore-tailed tiger is attacking the goblin now to relax his vigilance against Tarrant, Tarrant pulled out his sword, and rushed over quickly.

The beast was still waving its front paws, and threw a goblin to the ground, and a goblin behind it jumped and hugged its tail, and the manticore-tailed tiger shook its tail violently, and waved the goblin's thorn rod away, and the two sides fought to the death, until the sound of horses' hooves approached the two sides did not find the arrival of the human knight, and the goblin on the road immediately rushed to the side to dodge Tarrant, Tarrant's long sword stabbed towards the neck of the manticore, the manticore-tailed tiger gave up the prey under its claws, and rushed towards the knight, Tarrant urgently bent down and stuck to the horse, and stabbed the long sword at the moment when the manticore-tailed tiger jumped over his head, and by the impact of running, half of the long sword pierced into the body of the manticoreThe reaction force also rushed Tarrant off his horse, leaving Tarrant's eyes black and almost unconscious.

The sword didn't kill the manticore-tailed tiger immediately, the manticore-tailed tiger roared and pounced on Tarrant's body, the current angle made the manticore-tailed tiger's fangs useless, it opened its bloody mouth and bit down, Tarrant had no way to retreat, he could only hold the opponent's fangs with both hands, tightly holding the distance between him and the scorpion-tailed tiger's teeth, and the huge body pressed on his body, so that Tarrant couldn't move at all, only to feel that the distance between the manticore's teeth and his own was getting closer and closer, and the beast's snort sprayed on Tarrant's face roughly, and there was a burst of soreness on his arm.

The surrounding goblins immediately understood what was happening, and surrounded them again, making a "cooing" sound that made the manticore-tailed tiger understand the situation of being attacked on its belly and back, but it was tightly grasped by Tarrant's fangs and could not turn back, and the tail swept aimlessly, and a goblin hit the thorn stick on the neck of the manticore, and the spikes pierced deeply, and the thorns growing in this area are usually slightly poisonous, and they will not disappear after drying and breaking, and the toxin immediately entered the body of the manticore.

Tarrant could feel the pressure on his arm begin to decrease, and he had to look into the manticore's abdomen, the sword still there, half submerged in its belly, and if it stabbed a little more, it would be dead in no time. Tarrant let go of his hand suddenly, and at the same time his head dodged to the side, the manticore-tailed tiger had no time to react, and his head hit the ground hard, and Tarrant took the opportunity to grab the long sword below and stabbed the whole long sword into the body of the manticore.

With a low exhalation, the huge body fell weakly on Tarrant, Tarrant looked at the face beside him, the vicious eyes just now slowly faded and became dim, he exhaled a long breath, only to find that the heavy corpse was like a thick quilt, pressing him tightly, almost making him unable to breathe, Tarrant used his hands and feet together, and struggled to get out from under the corpse.

Goblins roared around the manticore-tailed tiger, and a few cautiously stepped forward to continue to beat, after making sure that this was already a corpse, they jumped up and down with each other's "coo", and saw Tarrant coming out from underneath, covered with the blood of the manticore, and waved the thorn wood in panic, the goblin who was originally commanded, jumped back two steps, and after seeing that it was a knight, he pointed at Tarrant with the thorn wood, an attack gesture, the goblins didn't believe in allies, maybe they didn't know what allies were.

Tarrant, who had just come out of the corpse, still felt dizzy, and before he could figure out what was happening, the remaining goblins began to attack Tarrant, and the goblin closest to Tarrant swung a wooden stick and smashed it Tarrant's calf, protected by armor, the wooden stick could not hurt Tarrant, but it made Tarrant instinctively kick it out, and the other goblin was about to continue to smash it, Tarrant had punched him directly on the head, causing him to faint to the ground. Tarrant is not worried about the attack of this small creature, their strength with this weapon cannot cause any damage to the armor, so there is no threat to Tarrant, but the headache for adventurers is that there are many of them, and it takes a lot of time and energy to clean them up.

The poor little creatures have limited intelligence, and they really can't find that their combat effectiveness is too different from that of the knights, and they surrounded Tarrant, rushing up one after another to be beaten, and after a while, Tarrant has knocked down seven or eight goblins, and there are more little ones on the periphery who are "cooing and cooing", Tarrant sighed, the fight just now made him feel very tired, he gave up resistance, walked towards a big tree, and the goblins who followed behind happily beat the armor, thinking that the victory was in hand.

Just as Tarrant had a headache on how to get rid of them, the goblins suddenly stopped attacking and looked at each other in panic, the goblin commander shouted "Gollum", Tarrant looked at the ignorant little creatures in surprise, and the guys who were so ...... "lively" just now suddenly seemed to be greatly frightened, stopped their jumping rhythm, and froze in place at a loss.

Could it be that there are other creatures, Tarrant looked around vigilantly, he immediately understood the reason, the ground shook violently, making a loud "boom", as if it was an earthquake, Tarrant hugged the big tree next to him tightly, and the surrounding environment writhed with the earthquake, this scene, it seems that he has seen it somewhere......