Godot in early winter is still deep in grass and trees, but what can be more comfortable than indulging in this slight cold? The thin snow can't cover the beads of sweat on the horse's neck, "the grass falls into the coquette", the wild grass and the robbers, among them are only for the freedom of indulgence, which can never change the nobility of being a Tran human, and in the ranks of Godot bandits, this nobility is even more noble. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Barry Ali brandished the Gumeng saber, the ogre's scabbard of nitrate dancing a red glow on the horse's back, and after a long roar, the three serrated spurs gently clasped the horse's belly, and the horse stopped. The horse is a large bowl horse from the northern Pampas savannah, and the hooves are larger than the largest bowl, and it runs as if it were swimming in the grass. Horseback, saber, horse thief, Barry loves to die of such a life.

Several companions caught up with Barry.

Barry kissed the blue tattoo on the scabbard that had been peeled off the ogre's body, and laughed, "I can't help but think of the story of "Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves", it's so bold!"

"Aliba, you don't want to brag that Ali Ba is your ancestor again, do you? it's not bad to bluff rookies!" Gorm grinned, his tobacco-blackened teeth exposed, and the black rose tattoo on the corner of his mouth turned into a "thorny rose".

"Black eats black, being a robber among robbers will always be the privilege of our Cloud Valley. It's ridiculous that the robbers thought the gold was in their pockets. Musta reveled in his two pitch-black protrusions on the scabbard, licking his tongue and laughing. His scabbard was also made of ogre's skin, but it was the most elastic piece of skin on a female ogre.

"Oh no, Gorm, Musta is disgusting enough, don't play with your dagger sheath. "Gorm's dagger had been soaked in a gourd filled with poison for a long time, so a very malleable scabbard was needed to cover the gourd.

"I suddenly remembered that I don't know who wrote a biography in the voice of Ali Baba, and there is a passage in it that can describe my life!" Spit out a mouthful of phlegm, and Barry, who was born in a small aristocracy, recited aloud:

“...... Even if I am also a bandit in the Godot wasteland, Ali Baba will not mix with the robbers who live here, because I am a human being, a noble Tran! In my eyes, except for Tran, all other races are subhuman, not a perfect race! I even think they should be Warcraft, otherwise how could they be so stupid and play with me again and again?"

In addition to the arrogant xenophobia of mankind, the greater reason for this arrogant xenophobia is that the most powerful empire on the continent of Lotharma was founded by their human beings.

In the entire continent, the Trans are the most inferior of all races, and any race that interacts with humans should be careful of their fickleness and the other hand behind it, including the humans themselves.

"It is only you aristocrats who have such 'humanistic' feelings, and if you want me to say, we humans are the goddesses of spring, bringing vitality to the earth, and at the same time letting other races know why flowers are so red!" Gorm licked the corner of his mouth, where there were many flowers, but they were black.

"Goddesses are always so seductive!" Musta kissed twice on the scabbard with emotion, and then said, "How many do you think these bear goblins will die? fifty?"

"I wish I had died less, or there would have been more metal weapons to pay for. Barry said.

"It's good to die, and you don't have to pay for anything. Either let the rest go and attack the Dota tribe and bring back a live female ogre for Musta. Gorm's eyes lit up with bloodthirst.

"Brother likes beautiful women!" Musta immediately argued, it was not only about his sexuality, but also about the distribution of the spoils of war, how could he give in?

The bandits of Godot Wasteland have spent their lives fighting for one thing, surviving. Ogres are like this, goblins are like this, and even more so bear goblins who don't know how to work. Hunt for this, plunder for this! Loot food for food, loot money for weapons, loot corpses for hiring ogre bandits. Only the Godot robbers, who have no need to survive, will pursue another thing, prestige!

The "Greedy Wolf and Robber Bandits" in the Misty Valley represent prestige. Because the human bandits there have metal weapons, they have the strength that no other bandit can conquer this territory, and they have the price to hire any bandit!

The bear goblins felt that Oak was obsessed with them this winter, and the human bandits chose them and hired the Corson Bear goblin tribe for ten metal weapons to attack a newly established Beamon territory.

That's a metal weapon!

In order to show their sincerity, the human robbers deliberately demonstrated the power of human metal weapons. The anvil cactus, a specialty of the saline forest, the hardest Godot weapon that bear goblins are accustomed to using, is only a single knife in the hands of a human whose hair is only the height of a bear goblin's chest hair. "Cut in two" is a phrase that the human robbers have taught the bear goblins, and the bear goblins feel that the metal machetes in the hands of the human robbers are the best to describe the metal machetes in the hands of the human robbers, after all, they come from the hammers of the dwarven blacksmiths.

That's a dwarven blacksmith!

Anyone who fights with both hands will want the "Beer Barrel and Cross Hammer" mark on the cast metal of their weapon!

Holding the steel mace paid in advance by the human robbers, Frieza, the leader of the bear goblins, was still not satisfied, he felt that the humans were still too cunning, and actually deducted the metal on the weapon, and the handle was so thin, and it was called "a hammer that can smash a hornet's nest".

Bear goblins love honey, but maces are more suitable for bear goblins' tall and mighty and lush chest hair!

The tall red clay slope has clearly seen a few flies living in each cave above.

Frieza stopped. After running for so long, the bear goblins need to breathe a sigh of relief before they can go into battle.

It took a lot of time to wait for his subordinates to assemble, and Frieza was once again annoyed by his subordinates' carelessness and procrastination. How could bear goblins give birth to such fools? Now they are in a hurry for time, now time is money, time is a metal weapon!

Surely these guys' sluggish heads have been frozen and lost their memories, and they have forgotten what the human bandits said? The human bandits will attack the red clay slopes together, and after the battle, they will use metal weapons to buy the goods that the bear goblins have grabbed! Now, a snort faster than the human bandits means one more metal weapon!

Thinking of this, Frieza couldn't help but scold.

Damn scum, since they hired their Cosen Bear Goblin Tribe, and they still intervened, obviously they didn't want to give more metal weapons!

Along the way, Frieza had already calculated well, and this time he simply did a big job, and after destroying the red clay slopes, he returned to the Corson mound, and then united all the women and children, and put these scum in ambush, and snatched the few "swords and two cuts". Afterwards, he defected to Razor Mountain with a metal weapon, and he is also a goblin clan, and Razor Mountain will not refuse the Corson tribe who have metal weapons, because a Razor Mountain messenger came to lobby the Corson tribe to defect more than ten years ago.

For this reason, Frieza also made a point of contacting his old acquaintance Karui. Karui is a cunning ogre who has gotten a bow and arrow, leading nearly seventy green-skinned goblin archers, using porcupine spines glued to the venom of cobra snakes as arrows, and has risen very quickly in recent years.

Frieza knew that Karui had always coveted his mother-in-law, the daughter of the former chief of the Corson tribe, and that her two white butts were extraordinarily fruitful. After knocking out the old stubborn who refused Razorhill's olive branch, Frieza took the yo-yo girl for herself. Now that the mother-in-law has given birth to a litter of cubs for herself, it's time to do something else.

It's a big deal, after he takes the throne of Razor Mountain, he will make this yo-yo woman the queen, so that her ****** can sit on the throne and have a good time, as a way to make up for it.

Thinking of this, Frieza's breathing became extraordinarily smooth, and the crimson in front of her became extraordinarily cute.

Frieza soon noticed that the clay slopes were getting a little different. He didn't understand, when did the bare red clay slopes grow chest hair?

With his pants off, Frieza couldn't care less than two hundred Doug mastiffs, and they were five hundred Cosen bear goblins!

The subordinates have already relieved their breath, and this is what Frieza is waiting for!

"Oak!"

The metal mace in the leader's hand swept away the dry weeds, as if to sweep a storm through the Godot moor, and rushed forward first.

"Ou~Ke~"

The bears and goblins made rolling noises, and their fluttering chest hair stained the terracotta blackened.

In front of the red clay high slope, four figures are lined up.

Four figures of height descending from the stairs.

Mammoth Hercules Rolando, holding two large wooden knives, cold and colorful saws rolled horizontally on his nose to perform acrobatics.

The hippopotamus poet Olario has a mussel shell skirt hanging from his trouser belt and a large mouth playing a harmonica with a mussel shell.

The land farmer is on stilts, carrying two iron hoes, imitating the dance of the praying mantis one by one.

Shandora Prince Kaka, with a spear in one hand and a bone shield in the other, Pu Pu beat the drum.