The night moon enveloped the valley, and apart from the fierce and brave Angar two-headed vulture, which dared to soar in the air, only a behemoth like the Chimera could soar through the sky.

But the temperament of a creature like the Chimera resembles that of a moody dragon, and it is equally proud that it has no spare time to wander out at will, so that only the industrious two-headed vulture is left in the valley at night, but under their deterrence, even the usual domineering falcon has to retreat, and give up the whole sky as a playground for the two-headed vulture.

From time to time, these pugnacious creatures swept their peeping eyes across the land, looking around for the night's rations—they had been eating a taste for days on end, and they were tired of their palate, and in the middle of the night, they were going to extend their parade a little more to see if they could find something unique.

A loud and strange cry came from beneath them, and the vultures looked down, revealing the full view of a camp before their eyes. At the four corners of the camp stood tall watchtowers, made of sharpened stout branches and towers together, forming improvised horse-blocking stakes and connecting them to form a fence, connecting the four watchtowers on the outside, firmly enclosing the camp.

The Angar Vultures were curious about what was going on below, and they gently folded their wings and swooped downward, chirping from time to time to call for companionship, trying to get closer and look closer. But a violent stench in the air stopped them from making the next move. They hurriedly flapped their wings, as if using the resulting air currents to soothe the stench.

Immediately afterward, the two-headed vultures returned to the sky and looked back at the camp, as if they wanted to remember this place - they would never come here again to try their luck if they were looking for food in the future!

But discouragement was not the vulture's personality, and they flew forward, and soon noticed a slight movement on either side of the woods. They stopped their flight, but this time there was a lesson to be learned, and they hovered in the air for the time being, watching.

Enleko brushed aside the branches and leaves in front of him, and the moonlight above his head finally poured down on his face again, not as warm as the sun, but at least much better than the dark and deep feeling. Behind him, the strong man reluctantly dragged his body, as if he had been whipped, and followed with staggering steps.

"Are the goblins heading in this direction?" Enleko didn't leave immediately, but looked around for a place where he could hide.

"Probably...... You can't go wrong. Fred nodded, "With such a strong smell, if it were a hunting dog, it would have been cramped a long time ago." ”

Enleko thought for a moment, and continued walking. In front of me was a damp mud that looked like it had just rained for a few days, and it felt like stepping on a muffin. He lifted his foot, and a shoe print was clearly visible on it.

"I think you're right. Enleko looked up, he was not the first traveler to pass by, for not far in front of his footprints, the footprints of small, disorganized creatures were lined up in one direction, some of them even intertwined, while others were obscured by relatively larger and flatter marks.

"It seems that they are scared a lot. Fred laughed, and he swaggered as he drew his two-handed greatsword.

Nhleko shook his head, and he cautioned again: "Anyway, you have to be careful. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a sharp chirp overhead, and he looked up, the moonlight exposing the other party's figure in front of him, "Two-headed vulture?" Nhleko sneered, and he leaped to his feet, his blade slashing between his two heads accurately, splitting the bird above his head in half - before he died, he didn't even have time to scream.

"Let's go. Enleko beckoned to the back and led the way in the tracks.

The remaining Angar two-headed vultures flew back into the air, flapping their wings and flying away farther without the slightest nostalgia.

Not far away, the fire was bright, and the stench in the air became thicker and thicker, as if it could not bear the stench, and several wolf howls came from the camp. Perhaps a little accustomed to this strange smell, Enleko didn't feel too much discomfort, he looked at the small heavily guarded city in front of him with a solemn face, "It's a wolf." ”

"Well, it reminds me of the wolf cavalry of the barbarians. Fred was a little puzzled, "Is it that in Bane's territory, these short guys' combat power has also multiplied?"

"I don't know. Enleko took out a military knife and cut off a branch from a small tree beside him, "Although the quality is not good, it is still an armed man." ”

"And cavalry. Fred wanted to laugh, but seeing the chief's serious expression, he endured it, and the feeling of his head being smashed by the hilt of the sword was uncomfortable.

Enleko split the branch in two again, and then dug through the package behind him, "The wolf is not one of those small ponies, we have been dealing with those barbarians for so long, you should know. ”

"But goblins are goblins after all, and they are just goblins after changing their clothes!" said the strong man disdainfully, "I will let them see Lao Tzu's human cannonballs again." "Fred looks confident in his clothes.

Enleko hesitated, and replied with some uncertainty, "But have you ever seen a goblin with a wolf?" Nhleko decided to suppress the complacency of the strong man, but the movement in his hand still did not stop, and there seemed to be a prototype like a two-hucked stick, but the front end looked too crooked, "Or have you forgotten the scar on your butt?"

"Hmm. Fred subconsciously pressed his buttocks, he seemed to have some bad memories in front of him, and his tone naturally revealed resentment, "These damn puppies, it's not good to bite somewhere, you have to bite this place, the wound doesn't matter, Lao Tzu has been sleeping on his stomach for half a month!"

The former lieutenant glanced up and down at the strong man, which made Fred inexplicably feel a chill floating through his lower body behind him, and he teased: "I guess your meat there is more fatty and delicious." ”

"Lao Tzu has rough skin and thick meat, and I haven't seen them bite Robert's little bastards!" the strong man blushed, but the light was too dim to be obvious.

"Indeed, because their skin and flesh are not enough to stuff the teeth of those little wolf cubs. ”

Then, Enhleko stopped what he was doing, and he commanded.

"Soldier, untie your belt!"