Inside a slave hunting camp. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Funx was only halfway through his adventures, and according to him, he had just slain a legendary troll with a few like-minded friends.

Where did the trolls around the Dragonroar Empire come from?Yellow Fang felt sorry in his heart, but he didn't interrupt his friend's words, if it weren't for knowing that his friend never lied, Yellow Fang would definitely think that he was lying to him.

Although there are no troll tribes around the Dragonroar Empire......

Maybe it's the past? Now take out the old things and bring them up again?

Yellow Fang made a decision in his heart.

After killing the boss of the guard, it is naturally a treasure to carve up, which is the genuine routine of the easy-to-understand brave novel.

However, before Funks could talk about his big harvest with great interest, a commotion outside directly interrupted his continued narration.

The commotion was just a small thing, it seemed like there was just a small explosion somewhere. Then it was back to normal.

But this also succeeded in dissuading Funks's intention to continue.

"What happened?"

Phonks looked at his friend, and saw that Yellow Fang was also at a loss, and without saying a word, he picked up his big sword and walked out.

Huangfang thought about it, and went out with him, he was now idle in the tent all day, since there seemed to be a lively appearance, he happened to accompany his friend who had just arrived to go out to have a look.

Look at the lively nature, but every world has it......

All of this was naturally caused by the turmoil caused by the old ghost when he fled, and the old ghost who left probably wouldn't have thought that such an incident would happen in this camp after he left.

When the thin head of the two-headed ogre moved, there were already a lot of hidden eyes attracted to it, but it was clear that most people didn't know what was going on in the camp.

After the turmoil was caused, another group of people were enveloped around here.

Funx followed the flow to the ogre camp and smacked his lips.

"What's so nice about a bunch of black-skinned ogres?"

Hearing this, Yellow Fang smiled, he had been here for a long time, and naturally knew the details of the ogre: "My friend, you are waiting, there is an amazing monster in this group of black skins!"

As the most likely strongest combat force in the slave hunting camp right now, Yellow Fang is naturally no stranger to the two-headed ogre.

After all, such a guy is the most dazzling one wherever he goes.

Just like Yellowfang and the others said in their hearts.

Awesome - monsters!

It seemed that some accident had caused the ogre's two heads to cause their own arguments or something, and he was not there at this time, and it seemed that he was back in the humble tent.

There were only a dozen ogres crouching in front of the cauldron waiting to be eaten.

"I walked away, and I thought there was something to see. ”

An impatient voice came from the side.

Phonks turned his face to look and saw a thin man with a vulture nose lazily departing with a few big men.

When he left, he also brought a lot of people who walked together, and the onlookers immediately lost a piece.

Seeing that Phonks was in sight, Yellow Fang explained in a low voice, "This is the deputy head of the Three Bone Regiment on the human side, the legendary Wanderer Temp. ”

Funx nodded to indicate that he understood.

He didn't pay much attention to the few people who had left, but looked at the cauldron that was boiling in the ogre camp.

He felt that something seemed wrong with the contents of the pot.

It just so happened that the wind direction changed, and it blew a smell of flesh on Funks.

Phonx sniffed lightly, and his face immediately changed.

He looked at his goblin friend with an unkind look: "What are these black skins cooking?"

Huang Fang was stunned for a moment, and some didn't react: "Meat?"

Phonx's face was extremely gloomy, and anger rose in his eyes.

"You didn't tell me that such a guy is also a companion of 'our'!"

He deliberately accentuated the pronunciation of the word companion, and the anger in his heart was palpable.

He flipped his hand, and the great sword had appeared in his hand, and the entwined irregular linen cloth was detached layer by layer, and an unknown momentum burned with the swordsman's anger.

Huang Fang looked at his friend and suddenly remembered that he didn't have this concept as a goblin, he had eaten a lot of human meat, and he had also eaten a lot of goblins of the same clan.

The indifference of the other humans in the camp to his fellow human beings kept him from paying much attention to it, but now, he remembered.

This friend of mine is a real heterogeneous racist!

He is nothing more than a contradiction between races, nothing more than whether his friends are of a different race, but he attaches great importance to the humiliation of his own race!

And now, let him see the flesh and blood of his own clan directly cooked by the ogre......

Yellow Fang shuddered.

The remaining onlookers did not have a few powerful people, and the rookie naturally couldn't find the restrained momentum of the swordsman.

They saw the swordsman take off the big sword he was carrying behind his back, and they were a little curious, did this person want to maintain his weapon on a whim?

Funks quickly let the others know what they wanted to do.

- Leap to the ground!

Phonx jumped high, and the big sword in his hand did not stop in the slightest, directly chopping the cooking cauldron in half, along with the two ogres within the slashing range!

What the old ghost wanted to do but couldn't do was fulfilled by Funks.

He looked around at a circle of ogres, as if looking at a pile of dead things.

"Cook my people directly in front of me, and you will all die!"

A bunch of ogres screamed, but Phonks didn't understand the ogre language, but he thought it was nothing more than "Knock over our rice pot!" "Eat him!"

Phonks didn't have any intention of listening, he raised his big sword lightly, ready to directly deal with the dry ogre fish present.

The body of the big sword was blue, and it looked a little exquisite, but at this time, only the taste of bloodlust was left in the eyes of the ogre.

Naturally, it was impossible for the anomaly outside to go undetected by the two-headed ogre inside the tent.

"Who is provoking me !!"

He jumped out of the tent and roared.

The thin head saw Phonks at a glance, his eyes narrowed, and he gently lifted a wild staff in his hand that seemed to be crudely made, pointing at Phonks.

The fat man was not at all the same as his brother had observed, and what he saw at a glance was the cauldron broken in half and the food flowing all over the floor.

The cloudy eyes suddenly turned red, and the eyes that looked at Phonx were also extremely hideous and terrifying!

"I'm going to eat you!!"

He let out his own roar.

However, Phonks still couldn't understand what he was saying.

After the monster jumped out, Funks could understand why Yellow Fang was such a great monster.

Such a monster deserves this title.

But even if it's such a monster, it doesn't mean that Phonks is afraid of anything.

With the big sword in your hand, why be afraid.