The paladines, wielding their swords, rushed into the goblin bandits. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info They nimbly dodged the enemy's blades, their movements fluid and swift, pushing the spikes of their longswords into the defenseless parts of the goblin armor. In just one look, five goblins had fallen to their deaths.

Zhao Mai squatted behind the shield wall and looked through the gap. A goblin with a short bow draws an arrow at Hazel and hits accurately. But the arrow slammed into the paladin's armor and snapped. No wonder Hazel didn't care.

In just a few moments, a few more goblins fell.

"Surrender! I surrender!" The goblin leader with the dwarven heavy axe saw that the situation was not good, and immediately threw down his weapon and surrendered, his movements crisp and neat. The other two goblins saw that the leader had given up resistance and also raised their hands in surrender. This is the goblin style, greedy and reckless, fickle and timid. They are always swayed by these four emotions and become a nuisance bandit species.

"Tie them up and take them to the next village for trial. Hazel kicked away the goblins' weapons, holding his sword against their necks and letting his companions tie them up.

Zhao Mai turned his head and saw that there was actually a paladin girl with multiple shackles, and after turning it out of the backpack, she completed the work very skillfully. "The Goddess teaches us to do more to do good than to simply hack the bad to death. Hazel wiped the blood off the blade with a rag, sheathed it, and returned to Zhao Mai.

"Won't the outcome of the trial be the death penalty? Why do you spend so much effort?"

"First of all, it makes sense for the goblins to recognize what they have committed and admit that they have sinned. Second, they can atone for their sins with hard labor, or even lifelong servitude, which is helpful for everyone. Third, this is our code of conduct. Hazel stared at the pot helmet and asked anxiously, "Can you eat these?"

"Here, let's eat it!" Zhao Mai handed her a pair of chopsticks, and then looked at them expectantly.

Sure enough, Hazel had a bewildered expression on her face. She couldn't imagine the use of the two sticks in her hand. Zhao Mai smiled and showed her how to use two sticks to complete the action of picking up food. He expected to be amazed and cheered, but he didn't expect to get only a pair of white eyes: Hazel stirred it in his helmet with chopsticks, rolled up a ball of noodles, and began to eat.

Six paladin girls wrapped around their helmets, and Ciri snorted and ate instant noodles. Zhao Mai secretly stepped back a little distance, took out his mobile phone and started shooting. The knight of Iometre didn't know what Zhao Mai was holding in his hand, but he didn't have any evil feelings, so he didn't care about it. The taste of the food is so good, and the complex and layered spices bring them a pleasure that they have never experienced before.

The three goblins tied together drooled, their shackles rattling. Zhao Mai rummaged through the corpses of the dead goblins for the loot and threw a few pieces of goblin dry food to them. As for the coins, gold, and some valuable trinkets, they all went into his own pocket.

"Did you just come from some village, and why is this piece of barbecue still hot?" Zhao Mai found a roast chicken from the goblin cloth bag, and looked at the apples and dried plums stuffed into the chicken's belly, this is obviously a human cooking method, and it will never be a goblin craft. "Hazel, are you familiar with this area, do you know that there are human villages nearby?"

After chewing hard, Hazel raised her head and said, "I don't know, I don't seem to see the smoke before dark, and it's the first time I've been here for the first time." What, what did you find?"

"A roast chicken with some calories left. Zhao Mai looked at the food in his hand and cast a food purification spell on it. In the spirit of not wasting anything, the ladies ate noodles and ate chicken with their own reserves, which was a way of distribution that everyone was happy with.

Suddenly, the reserve grain turned a blind eye to the chicken handed to him, raised his tail and stared behind Zhao Mai, and screamed twice. Zhao Mai turned around and saw a tall man coming out of the woods. It is estimated that he may be close to two meters tall, with broad shoulders and broad chest, muscular arms sticking out of his sleeveless jacket, and a polished logging axe in his hand.

He must have been on a long journey, his curly brown hair clinging to his cheeks, sweat running down his angular face. His face was covered in scars, and many of his flesh had been shaped by horizontal and vertical wounds, and there were ravines and potholes everywhere. As if he didn't see Zhao Mai, the corners of his mouth twitched, and a low roar came out of his throat, and then he lifted the logging axe with both hands and strode towards the goblins.

"Hey, civilian, what are you going to do?" Hazel put down the cutlery and stood at the front, blocking the strong man's path. She didn't draw her weapon, just put her hand on the hilt of her sword. The strong man was stunned for a moment, his nose snorted angrily, and the axe was still clenched in his hand. Seeing this, the other paladins lined up beside Hazel, their eyes full of vigilance and deterrence.

"A team of delicate little!" the strong man spat on the ground, his thick index finger pointing at the shackled goblins: "Give me those few!"

"This is our prisoner after the battle, there is no reason to give it to you. Hazel shook her head: "We are the paladins of Iometre, the practice of justice and goodness ......"

"To ****** justice and goodness, I will take those three goblins. The strong man looked around and saw a pile of goblin corpses on the side of the road, and a "weak" man with a dog was eating roast chicken next to the corpse. "Those are mine too, why are you taking my goblin life?"

"These goblins tried to attack us, and we fought back in due defence and justice. Hazel tried to calm the mood with a smile, but the man's face remained stiff and unmoved. "Why are you chasing these goblins?"

"They attacked the village and killed everyone. The more the strong man spoke, the angrier he became, his fingers gripping the handle of the logging axe, and he actually made a rattling sound of the hardwood. He seemed to roar from the depths of his chest: "I swear, I must kill them with my own hands!"

"These goblins have surrendered, and we will take them to the next village, where they will be judged before their punishment can be decided. Hazel shook her head: "I can't give them to you. ”

The strong man's nostrils swelled violently, and his teeth puffed out, like an angry mastiff. He stepped forward and walked, the axe in his hand reflecting a terrifying light: "Go ****** judgment, I will kill them!"

"Stop!" Hazel snorted, drawing half of her sword and taking a vigilant posture, "I warn you not to storm the line of the Iometre Paladins. ”

"I don't even care about death, I still care about you little ladies?" said the strong man, "Even if I had to step over the corpses of the six of you, I would kill them!"