Kabore Shiran took a few steps forward, stopping about 5 meters away from the goblin leader, he rested the magic blade on his shoulder, his eyes fixed on the other party's eyes, the camp fire reflected vividly in the eyes of the blue-haired boy, and his enthusiasm was high.

"I'm curious about your secrets, but it looks like you're not going to tell me easily, are you?"

The expression on the young man's face was extremely relaxed, with a fearless look, and his tone was full of ridicule. The surrounding goblin soldiers quietly watched the guy who suddenly appeared, but no one dared to act without the leader's order.

Locke Greyblade stood in place, the wounds on his body slowly forming scars, turning into precipitated scars of various sizes, embedded in various parts of his body, making the relatively short goblin's appearance even more fierce and terrifying.

"It's okay, I think we'll have a lot of time to communicate properly - after we get you guys!"

As he spoke, the goblin leader stepped forward, sending him into the air with a terrifying bouncing force - in the firelight, the goblin covered in scales was more like a miniature humanoid lizard, and the mace in his hand was raised high, and with full anger smashed down on the top of the blue-haired boy's head!

"Young Master, be careful!"

Lekko shouted a reminder as he leaned against the tent, and Fred hurried to his side after dealing with a few wolves, glaring at the goblin soldiers in front of him as they tried to sneak closer. Under the threat of the bloodstained two-handed sword in his hand, the short men seemed to remember the other party's previous brutal posture, and couldn't help but use the crowd tactic again, surrounding the two human warriors.

Locke lingered in the air for a moment, his strong physical skills allowed him to make a second jump while he was in the air, and Kabore looked up to see that the other party was like a young dragon in the air, swooping towards the ground where he was.

The blue-haired boy hurriedly dodged to the side, but the goblin leader didn't care, and he slammed into his previous position like a magic cannonball that had already been clearly located.

Just as Kabore secretly sighed at the other party's upright character, a high-altitude cannonball exploded into the ground, and a huge scar instantly cracked on the ground. An extremely strong concussion was heard at the boy's feet, disrupting the balance of his movement, and the boy staggered to his feet.

Locken seemed to have already grasped the trajectory of the boy's movements, and after landing, he did not pause, and under the recoil of the ground, the goblin leader quickly adjusted his direction and catapulted towards Kabore.

"Young Master!" the strong man roared, subconsciously taking a step, but the onlookers of the goblin soldiers immediately surrounded him, forcing him to fall into a stalemate against him.

Seeing that he couldn't dodge, Kabore hurriedly raised his sword to try to block the opponent's surprise attack, but Locke's natural strange power coupled with the inertia of rushing forward, the huge impact force hit the boy head-on.

The blade of the sword slammed into Kabore's chest like a sledgehammer, and he bounced high, his body curled up in the air, flew towards his head like a cannonball, and fell to the ground after destroying three tents.

"I have an idea, how about crippling you first?" Locke grinned, his legs still running at breakneck speed, "In this case, I believe our communication will be smoother - and more pleasant." ”

"Isn't it?"

The strange end of the mace rubbed in the air to form a striking spark, and I don't know if it was because of his own special ability, or the spell attached to the weapon, a burning smell spread to the nostrils of the year. Kabore bracked up his spirit, rolling on the ground, tremor fluctuations came from under him again, his internal organs churned desperately, the sweet taste rushed to his nose, he bit his lower lip hard, and forcibly pressed the qi and blood rushing up.

"As for being in such a hurry to kill me?" Karbore licked the blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, he reminded himself to be calm, calm down, and the figure of the black-haired man suddenly appeared in his mind, "You will easily lose me if you are like this." ”

"It doesn't matter. Locke glanced behind him, "Don't you have a companion?"

"I'm dead, and they're not going to give up. The boy was stalling, his hand secretly gripping the hilt of his sword, "Maybe I'm worth much more than theirs?"

"Before I hit you, I started begging for mercy. The goblin leader said disdainfully, "Sure enough, when it comes to life and death, human beings will always reveal their true form. ”

"Indeed, it is your instinct to be greedy for life and afraid of death. Kabore stuck his sword on the ground and slowly stood up with a struggling look, "It seems that you can see more from the goblin what you said." ”

Compared to his companions, the goblin leader in front of him had a solemn expression, and he seemed to be a little different - I don't know if it was the special bloodline that diluted his bloodline, and by the way, the goblins' natural cunning personality was also subtracted from a large part of it, and it became a little - "upright".

Kabore kept observing the goblin leader, and there seemed to be no "weakness" in his body - his strong body, agile movements, and even the ability to resist the frontal attack of the magic missile with his physical body, but still retain such physical strength.

"Physical strength?" may explain the other party's intention to make a quick decision, but he doesn't have the capital to try.

"Either way, I'm up for it. Locke, perhaps noticing the other man's trick, "If you're dead, I'll probably show a little regret — that's all, and even better if you're half dead." ”

"Okay, okay, you won't let us go,...... So!"

The blue-haired teenager was the first to act. Kabore had to make sure that the Starstriped Blade's built-in energy was effective in inflicting damage—only if he actually had access to the other party, and although he had estimated the strange power of the opponent, the strange power was beyond his imagination, and he couldn't be sure that he would have a chance to make the power of the blade clear the other party.

The delicate longsword included the goblin leader in its attack in advance, and instead of using a wide range of slashes, it used a rapid thrust to force Lockane to block and defend passively.

The boy was immersed in the world of hunting, and as his body moved rapidly, he cast a ghostly form, and from time to time stabbed a sharp blade from the dead end, and the sword light seemed to follow him with eyes, carving small blood holes in Locke's body.

With an exasperated look, the goblin leader began to wave the Bluetooth stick in his hand frantically, as if he was struggling to drive away the insects in front of him, but he was helpless to find that no matter how hard he tried, Kabore could still find the right moment to stab the tip of his sword into his body.

Locke roared and roared, his mace held aloft in the air, trying to slam the ground again. But at this moment, the boy slammed into the other party's chest.

The metallic sheen hanging overhead is here as scheduled!