"Then stop talking nonsense. ”

Locken Greyblade strode forward, only 3/5 of Enhleko's body, but at this moment the lieutenant couldn't ignore the strange blood flowing through the other party's body—a goblin with strange powers, and at the same time an ambitious and practical fellow.

As if they had witnessed the power of their leader, the goblins had made more room for the clearing around them, and they let out a unique but unintelligible cry, looking like they were celebrating the festival with a bonfire in the midst of the raging fire not far away.

Beside the strong man, there were no more standing goblin soldiers left - the goblin wizard was a cunning and patient fellow who hadn't been seen since he cast his invisibility spell. Fred wanted to come to the Lieutenant's aid, but the return of the goblin wolf cavalry forced him to abandon the attempt.

"Whoa!" Locke roared, his mace slamming into the human head in front of him, his innate power poured into the metal rod disproportionate to his size, and each blow made the blocking lieutenant feel very hard. His small stature increased the dexterity of his movements, and he kept bouncing in front of the lieutenant, making Enhleko's counterattacks futile.

Perhaps it was the experience of human veterans that alerted the goblin leader, and after a few rounds of fighting, Lockne began to change his strategy - he deliberately aimed at the lieutenant's long sword, trying to destroy the durability of the lieutenant's weapon as much as possible with the help of his own strange powers.

"It seems to be a bit of a problem. ”

Enleko stepped back a little, widening the distance between him and the goblin leader, the long sword held across his chest was covered with small gaps, and there were even a slight cracks in the body of the long sword, he frowned, but the other party pounced on him again.

The lieutenant hurriedly dodged, but the long sword in his hand became a burden, and he could not fight the weapon with the opponent - the scars all over it could no longer withstand more heavy blows, he seemed to be able to hear the screams of the long sword when it attacked, and even, he began to lose faith that the wounded long sword in his hand could break through the metal armor on the opponent's body.

The goblin leader seemed to see through the minds of humans, and he quickly charged at his opponent and swept hard into his chest with a metal club. Under Locke's pressure, Enhleko had to raise his sword again, and as far as he could see, the sword made an unbearable clear and crisp sound, and the big stick with the uneven surface struck the lieutenant's chest heavily!

A violent vibration scurried through his body, and Enleko screamed as he was slammed back by the force and flew backwards, a mouthful of irrepressible blood spurting out of the air. The weight of the strong body slammed into the tent next to him, and there was a terrible "squeak" that fell to the ground, bringing more damage to him.

Locke approached slowly with a metal can, and Enhleko struggled to his feet, but the intense movement touched the wound in his chest, and he couldn't help but squirt blood to his feet again.

The lieutenant clutched his chest, and to his surprise, the shells that had been hit by the strange force seemed to be fine, and he did not have the slightest extracutaneous wound except for the concussion of his internal organs.

"The Aura scales won't be damaged by this little thing. "What surprised me was that you hid it in that place. ”

"What are these Olado dragon scales?" Enleko frowned and pondered, "Why are you here?" he glanced at the goblin leader, "Does this have something to do with the mutated bloodline on his body?"

"Don't speculate on things that are completely unnecessary to you. As if sensing the other's doubts, Locke smiled, "There are no futile troubles in the dead. He picked up the mace in his hand and held it high, the metal appearing brighter and brighter in the firelight, and Enhleko suddenly smiled, and he saw in the reflection a rapidly approaching blue-purple point of light—the stick swung down at the lieutenant.

The goblin soldiers gathered jubilantly at the victory of the leader, speaking in a thick and unpleasant goblin language, and raising their weapons in their hands in celebration of the leader's mighty posture, the heavy blow of the batter seemed to be swearing the rise of the goblin territory.

The rapid magic missile slashed three beautiful rainbows in the night sky, like stars falling at night, dragging a narrow tail light, and with an indomitable attitude of destruction, it still broke into the eyes of the goblin leader wrapped in metal armor.

The blue-purple magic energy emitted a surging rage in front of Locke, and three consecutive missiles blew the metal armor on the goblin leader's body into shreds, turning them into useless metal fragments and shooting around him, and many onlookers were pierced by the sudden attack of the stray arrow, and then tumbled to the ground, blood sprayed out.

At the center of the explosion, Locke's appearance looked even more tragic than the other goblins - the high temperature of the explosion of the missile caused part of the metal shell to melt into his mutant body, his skin emitted a burning smell of rotting bacon and metal branding, the gray scales on his chest seemed to have been cut, large red wounds turned over bloody muscles, blood flowed down his body, and gathered into a shallow pool of blood at the goblin leader's feet.

Locke staggered to his body as he thrust his mace upside down to the ground to stabilize his body, the leader looking up, his eyes wide and bloodshot as he stared at the approaching blue figure in the air.

"Enhleko!

"Young Master!"

"Hahaha, the young master is back!" Several metal cans around him were lying on the floor unconsciously at the moment, their masks were missing, and the metal stoppers on their bodies were as if they had suffered a terrible blow, covered with crater-like scars. The strong man seemed to be fed up with the game of hide and seek with the wolves, he got up and kicked back, knocking the guy behind him who was peeking at his ass far away, and then the two-handed big sword went around a large circle in front of him, and smashed it on the head that was pounced in mid-air, and the wolf let out a "woo" cry, fell to the ground and rolled a few times before no longer moving.

"Don't move yet, we'll rest. ”

The blue-haired boy landed safely on the ground, nodding his head to the lieutenant while his gaze locked on the goblin leader with resentful eyes.

Enleko exhaled vigorously, smoothing out the blood in his chest, and after a short rest, he felt better, the lieutenant reminded him.

"Watch out for his strange powers, young master. ”

"I understand. Kabore tightened the delicate sword in his hand, and he smiled and said, "I just have something I want to ask him." ”