Enleko casually raised the torch on the ground, and without thinking about it, threw it towards the tent behind him, these cloths with animal fur, themselves carried a small amount of grease, and the fire was extremely poor, and soon the fire began to spread behind him.

They rushed into the tent in front of them again, the light and shadow of the torches outside rushing in the direction of the fire, and Enleko recalled the direction in the center of the camp, and he opened the opening of the tent with his hands, reaching into the gap and making a "stab" sound with a slight force on the sides.

The lieutenant beckoned, and the brawny man rushed out, leaving behind the goblin soldiers on the other side of the tent who were scurrying like headless flies.

Perhaps the flames were so loud that the goblins' attention was completely drawn to one end of the camp, which made it more convenient for Enleko and the others to move, and the tents in the route became the best place for them to hide their bodies, and they were also the fastest transit point to the headquarters.

Nhleko hid outside the curtain of the largest tent, looked around, and sneaked his gaze into it, which was empty, except for a simple table and a haystack spread on the ground. He crawled inside, and Fred from the back of the hall looked around and followed in after making sure it was safe.

Compared to the other goblin dwellings, the space inside the tent was so large that Enleko didn't even need to be too restrained in his movements. His eyes were immediately drawn to the table, for it was displayed in bundles that resembled some scrolls.

He strode forward, rummaging around on the table—he didn't care if he could get it back to where it was, for Enhleko had made up his mind to destroy the place before leaving.

Enhleko casually spread out a scroll, and the first line on it caught his attention—"To Dear General Rockne Greyblade," the text was long, and the lieutenant skipped it, and then he glanced at the signature—"Your faithful companion, Sir Turner." ”

Then, under the table, there was something that looked like a drawer, and Enleko reached out to pull it away, and there was only one box in the shallow space. The lieutenant took out the box and opened it to see that it contained a hard, half-shell-like thing.

He lifted up his hand, picked up the large shell, and placed it under the lamp of the coal stove in the room, and carefully examined it, which reflected the light with a strange change of color, and the light was constantly changing, as if wrapped in a streamer.

Before the fire, the goblin leader shouted instructions to his men to control the fire, and he moved back and forth in the field, when a few soldiers hiding in a corner caught his attention. He stepped forward, his face gloomy, wanting to teach these lazy soldiers a lesson - now is the time to employ people, and when the wolves return, let these timid fellows sleep well with those beasts!

But when he walked in, he was stunned to find that these soldiers were stacked on top of each other, and the goblin leader kicked lightly, and the guy on top rolled straight down!

These goblin soldiers are indeed asleep—forever.

The expression under the mask was cloudy, and none of the goblin soldiers beside him dared to disturb their leader at this time. Suddenly, the calm and contemplative leader had a stir in his heart, and he turned his gaze not far away—his tent.

Enleko tore a piece of fabric from the corner of the tent, and then he scavenged the objects on the small table and placed them all on the fabric - time waits for no one, and if he can't get out of the panic outside, then no amount of treasure will be of any use.

Fred silently rummaged through the haystack, leaving the strong body odor of the goblin on it, he subconsciously stretched out his hand to cover his nose, but found that the smell on his hand was no less than the smell of the haystack, he muttered complainingly: "This is probably where the goblin leader sleeps." The brawny man stretched out his big sword and swept it aside in the grass, and a small sound of metal clashing caught his attention.

Fred leaned down, endured the strong, pungent smell, remembered the direction from which the sound came and reached out to fumble his hand, hidden in the messy haystack, the strong man found a small, heraldic-like metal object.

Fred snorted and threw the coat of arms at the lieutenant, but Enhleko caught it accurately, and glanced at the look above it—the pattern looked familiar, and he looked down and pondered, and soon knew why—it was exactly the same as the coat of arms that the black-haired man was holding.

Without thinking too much, the lieutenant tucked the coat of arms into his inner pocket and placed it carefully, while placing the palm-sized half of the shell on the other side, which made Enhleko's chest look bulging on one side, which made Fred laugh again.

"Suffered!"

Enleko bandaged the fabric casually, just making sure the contents were not thrown away.

Outside the tent, the flames flew, reflecting the figures of the goblins on the curtains, and the figures ran quickly, forming a vivid shadow puppet play. The clutter of metal grinding against each other, and the screams of goblins, even with phrases made of unknown syllables.

The lieutenant was astonished, he recognized the deep meaning of the syllable, he hurriedly stabbed the tent with his sword, and then burrowed his body forward with all his might.

"Fred, go!"

A huge flame formed a bright light outside the tent, and the ball of light quickly approached, like a small sun, and Enleko found that he was surrounded by bright light, and the temperature around him rose rapidly, and then a raging wave of air was formed, bringing up dust from the ground.

"Get down!"

The strong man did not hesitate at all, he jumped forward in the lieutenant's footsteps, threw himself to the ground, and pressed as close as he could, the heat swept across his back, and the bare skin was covered with a terrible red spot, and it was hot.

Enleko wrapped his wrap tightly under him, and a deep nasal voice sounded in his ears: "Despicable humans, are you trying to sabotage the grand plan of the Great Goblins to build a state?"

The sound of the metal clasp colliding was getting closer and closer, and the sharp sound of the air breaking in the ears fell without warning. Nhleko immediately rolled over, his sword fartishing against the long knife that had fallen to his chest, and then kicked upward, reverberating crisply across the metal can.

The lieutenant's arm showed signs of numbness, and in Enhleko's incredible eyes, the other party only took a few steps back to stop the decline, and he slammed out towards the lieutenant's chest again.

"Just four humans, just want to resist the army of goblins? ridiculous!"