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Not to mention, his idea is right, there are really existences who dare to snatch food, and even the shadow of the gods cannot drive them away.

It's just that the old ghost didn't notice them, and it seems that the goblins have used up their lucky attributes.

Phonks? He does have a different mind, but he doesn't belong to this force!

Speaking of which, it seems that every time an old ghost encounters a goblin, he has good luck, and last time he directly determined that the force behind the slave hunting alliance was the existence of the astral plane.

This time, I directly learned the news that the suspected slave hunting alliance was going to directly attack the moon elves at night.

It's just what you want!

However, the old ghost didn't think about it for the time being, he was now listening intently to the corner, but he didn't have time to think nonsense.

Yellow Fang didn't explain why the two-headed ogre would tomorrow, and it seemed that Funx knew the reason for this, so he didn't ask.

On the contrary, he told Funx how to do when the time comes, how to be, in short, to put in the fight, to protect himself first, and to come to him as soon as something is wrong......

The old ghost had reason to believe that Yellowfang felt that something was wrong and asked Funx to come to him, not to show him a way to live, but to let him come over to protect him.

Of course, I look down on the legend of Yellow Tooth too much, and the good thing to say is: huddle together for warmth.

............

Outside the camp, Luo He's body was motionless.

Only his shoulders were still shaking slightly.

Is it happy or afraid?

Is it the coming surprise of history or the fear that the wheels of history will run over?

Luo He didn't know that he was very complicated now, both the wonder of witnessing history and the panic of history when it really came.

This night raid -- if it's really tonight's night raid, then this is the opening ceremony that opens the curtain on the mythical event!

Regardless of the outcome, whether it will be effortlessly crushed in the established historical direction or whether it can be slightly shifted by Luohe, Luohe himself does not know.

This has always been the case, in fact, he has the same mentality as having him and not having him.

Without him, the Moon Elf still entered the depths of the Troll Mountain Range, and with him, it would not be easy, after all, he was just promoted to Legend!

But fortunately, it's this year, if it's two or three years later, to be honest, Luohe doesn't have a way to break the game.

Now, that's right!

Right or wrong, good or evil, come on!

Rather than the doomed eternal sinking in the future, trembling under the threat of demons, and being terrified all day long, it is better to give it a go now!

Won, there is still a chance to break the deadlock, lose...... It's just a matter of welcoming the fate of decades in advance.

......

Luohe was silent, the shaking of his shoulders finally disappeared, and he stabilized, but the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned.

It's a smile that comes to mind.

The conversation in the goblin tent continued, the old ghost was still eavesdropping, and Luo He was still observing the movement under the cover of the old ghost as always.

Everything seemed to be so normal, except that under the feet of the old ghost, the vine that had begun to fade and turn yellow seemed to witness all this.

After all, the plants that give birth are still born, and when the Luohe River takes the initiative to supply the power of nature, the vitality will naturally gradually dissipate, and it is not a plant that should have grown.

............

The old ghost leaned down in the corner of the tent, his face moved, and he looked in the other direction.

In his line of sight, a slightly emaciated goblin entered through the main entrance, passed by the bear goblins all over the ground, and entered the tent.

Although he is thin, this is not Rivers, and Rivers is even more twisted than this goblin.

Ordinary goblins?

The old ghost was a little puzzled, in his senses, this goblin was not even a professional, it seemed to be just a weak goblin without half a bit of strength, and it might be much weaker than a normal goblin.

So, what did he go in to disturb the conversation between the two people, who were obviously the yellow teeth?

Ordinary goblins certainly don't have such guts!

Looking at this figure, the old ghost thought of Rivers' figure.

Although he was not a legend, he could vaguely detect his whereabouts and be able to make him snack on that extremely thin goblin.

Last time, I saw that he was in the position of Yellow Fang's hand, and I could vaguely guess his identity, but this time there were only two Yellow Fangs, and I didn't see Rivers, which made the old ghost relieved to be honest.

The weak guy must have been chopped off with a knife, but he couldn't do it.

If you find out, you can run for your life.

As Yellowfang and Funx chatted, they were a little upset to see a goblin come in.

This goblin is very good at observing words and colors, and seeing that Yellow Fang's face is wrong, he hurriedly said: "My lord, Lord Rivers said that he went to investigate the details of the moon elves and prepare for the next action, and let me come back and report to you first." ”

He hung his head down, and his weak figure looked even thinner.

The old ghost outside the camp touched his chin: Did you meet a colleague?

Then I felt that something was wrong, and I glanced at it in a hurry that day, although I didn't see it real, but it was certain that Rivers was a legal profession, and even if it wasn't, it couldn't be a stalker profession anyway.

What kind of person is this to find out the information?

The old ghost fell into deep doubt.

Huang Fang raised his brows slightly, a little funny, funny with a little annoyance.

He stared at the emaciated goblin and snorted coldly without blame.

Rivers didn't explain it to him in advance, but directly made his own opinion, and he really didn't care if he really wanted to find out the details or had other plans, and he really didn't take him seriously.

"You're just a messenger, Rivers? Huh, little earth dog, Rivers will take over the work in the future, and there don't seem to be many people in the entire branch who can read and write now. ”

Yellow Fang was a little stupid, and a little helpless, and directly promoted the thin goblin named Little Earth Dog.

The little earth dog suddenly had its whole face in full bloom.

He had worked under Rivers before, and he also understood the reason for Rivers' actions this time.

This time he reported to Yellow Fang, and he even suspected that he would be thrown directly into the bear goblin den outside by Yellow Fang to be eaten!

Unexpectedly, he got this big bargain, and he doesn't know if this is a great luck or a rebirth after the catastrophe!

The little earth dog who stepped into the sky came out of the camp with an ugly face that was flushed with joy.

In the camp tent, his back was almost bent at ninety degrees, and after he went out, he straightened up all of a sudden, looking at the group of bear goblins outside, and he felt a little superior.

Yellowfang didn't even think about how much his actions had changed an ordinary goblin.

Soon he will also step down from his post, and the matter here has nothing to do with him.

It's just that thinking of Rivers' behavior, he sneered in his heart.

Going out to find out what to do?

I think you're scared away!