Three swarthy bodies stood in front of the torches, and their narrow black shadows stretched staggered, reflecting on the open ground outside the camp. They gasped for a deep snort, their eyes glowing red, and from time to time they headed toward the tent next to the fence.

Several goblin soldiers tugged at the nested rope of the wolf, and beside them, three short ones like metal cans let out a low purr, trying to calm the wolf's violent temper and try to calm them down.

Enleko pricked up his ears and saw through the gap in the curtain a tall goblin walking towards him - from the gloss, he was wrapped in metal armor of the same material, and it made a tinkling sound as he walked, and although the style was funny, the lieutenant's experienced experience still judged that it was effective for the first time.

The other party arrived at the side of the metal can, his figure was significantly taller than his companion's two heads, and he made a dry tone, and the "long knife" in his hand waved beside him from time to time.

"A half-blood?" Fred muttered an obvious fact, and when the second lieutenant and the wolf looked at each other, he quickly retracted his head, "Found us?" The lieutenant nodded, but shook again.

There was another commotion outside the tent, and Enleko kept an eye out for it, and the wolves were restless again, ready to break free from the goblin soldiers' grip at any moment and pounce in the direction of the tent.

The tall goblin began to reprimand in a loud voice, and the wolves lowered their heads slightly at his roar, but their eyes were still fixed on their prey.

"What is he talking about?" the brawny man looked at Enhleko's wrinkled face, as if he was listening, "I guess it's goblin language, I don't." ”

"I'm not telling you to learn more, wait!" Enhleko made a silent gesture, the furrow of his brow even more pronounced.

"Did you find those two humans?" The goblin leader saw that the wolves had calmed down a little, and turned to the other soldiers to ask, the thick accent in his tone still the same, but at least it didn't prevent the lieutenant from understanding the meaning of the words.

"Report to the General, the scouts haven't returned yet, and we've not received any feedback. Regarding the other party's title, Enleko was a little crying and laughing, which made the expression on his face stretch a little.

"You're all rubbish, you've lost 12 knights during the day, and you've been attacked by intruders at night, but until now, you haven't even figured out the other side!" the goblin leader was furious, and the tin cans on his body collided with each other as he jumped, making an annoying and irritating sound.

"Which direction did the scouts go?" said the metal can next to the wolf, pointing to the woods behind the tent.

"Prepare the wolf and the horse, hurry up, we must catch those two, and we must not let our base be exposed!"

The alert lieutenant pondered the other's words, and felt as if some of them had nothing to do with him—for they had never seen any goblins along the way, and that the two of them were acting in the opposite direction to each other's pointers.

"Fred, things have changed. Enleko looked at the wolves who were dragged through the cracks, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief, "It seems that there are other people besides the two of us who are planning this goblin camp, at least for now, their target is not us." ”

"Huh, what should we do now?" asked the strong man.

And so on. Torches blaze in Enhleko's eyes.

The heavy torch light outside the curtain slowly moved away from the tent where Enleko was, and the hollow, low "whining" sound echoed over the camp, and the goblins screamed and ran around, and the sound of metal clashing and heavy objects falling to the ground could be heard from time to time, and in addition to that, the cursing of the goblin sergeant.

The horses and wolves neighed at each other, and Enleko wondered what these strange goblins were capable of keeping these two very different creatures "safe" together. Soon, the shouting was concentrated on the other side of the camp, and there was a high-pitched, piercing grinding sound on the ground, as if something heavy was being pushed hard.

"Let's go!" the lieutenant beckoned, opened the curtain, and strode out of the tent, and Fred stepped out.

The goblins poured out as if they would not give up until they had reached their goal, and the stunned guards remained unconscious on the two nearby guard towers, while the other two sentinels did not need to deal with it for the time being—relying on a tight tent was enough for Enleko and the others to conceal their figures—except for the strong smell.

"Hurry up!" Enleko greeted back, some of the camp had been diverted, but a few were still stranded. Out of the corner of his eye, a goblin soldier was walking out of the tent, he looked at the two uninvited humans in amazement, and immediately turned around, trying to run back to the tent to retrieve his weapon - the strong man immediately helped with the help of his legs, raised his foot and kicked at the other - the goblin screamed and rolled into the depths of the tent.

The lieutenant's eyelids twitched slightly, and he immediately rushed into the tent, only to see two other goblins who were looking at them in amazement, in addition to the soldiers rolling on the ground.

"Tsk, endlessly. ”

Enleko complained, but there was a strong man's chuckle in his ears, "Sometimes, it's better to be simple and violent." ”

The goblin wielded his scimitar and screamed and slashed at the base of the lieutenant's thigh, and Enhleko suddenly accelerated to the other side, turned around and stabbed the long sword in his hand, hitting the opponent's small chest accurately, and the tip of the sword pierced through. The other goblin did not stop, and as he watched his companion die before his eyes, he frantically rushed towards the lieutenant, who was drawing his sword, chopping from top to bottom like chopping wood.

Fred followed in time, he lifted the goblin rolling on the ground and smashed it hard at the opponent, and then the strong man pounced, raised his fist and smashed it into the opponent's little face.

There was more movement outside the tent, and the roar quickly approached the tent they were in. Enhleko sighed, and he stepped forward, grabbing the corpse of the goblin on the ground and holding it in his hand, while Fred laughed at his movements.

"Isn't that funny?" the lieutenant glanced at the other man, and the strong man in his eyes shrugged his shoulders. Seeing the flames flying outside the tent, Enleko whispered, "Hurry up!"

"For Misla!"

The goblin soldiers frantically poured into the small tent, the fragile support made a penetrating grinding sound under their rough movements, and the two of them could not contain the irritability in their hearts, they stepped forward in unison, with one hand, the goblins in their hands were like human cannonballs, and vented towards the crowd opposite.

The violent collision stopped the goblin soldiers' onslaught, and Enhleko and Fred drew their swords and tore the fabric on both sides of the tent with great force, and in the eyes of the patrolling soldiers, they strode forward, raising their weapons as if death had descended.