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Naturally, he saw the hostility of these people towards him in its entirety.

Both of them will ...... in the future Maybe tomorrow there will be a civil war, what else is there to be friendly?

The more eyes gathered, the more successful the goblin's plan became, and it didn't matter if it was a hostile gaze or a vague killing intent.

As long as more people see it.

The old ghost is the chicken.

It doesn't matter if the other people are monkeys or tigers, just kill a chicken to set an example and let others know that goblins are not easy to bully.

Otherwise, tomorrow's "sharing of spoils", whether it is a real fight or a discussion at the negotiation table with a smile on his face, will definitely squeeze out the guys who are not enough first.

Goblins, let's take some of the initiative first.

As for whether it will become the target of public criticism, the goblins don't have to worry about it for the time being.

Although the name of the goblin black-hearted merchant is really hateful, it doesn't matter, there are ogres in front of you.

As soon as the ogre comes out, all the grievances of the goblins and other forces can be put aside.

Charles ran through the cumbersome alleys of the camp, and although it was crowded enough, the slave hunters who were purely hand-off obviously did not dare to stop Charles.

Along the way, he forced to squeeze a passage for Charles, and occasionally the two slow ones were directly thrown to both sides by Charles.

If you are lucky, you may just be thrown on the ground and smashed into a dog to gnaw mud, if you are thrown into the crowd and there is a human flesh mat, there will naturally be no damage, bad luck......

There have already been four or five unlucky ones who have been thrown by Charles onto the sharpened fence, and they have come straight to the heart.

Seeing this, others naturally felt the same and were filled with righteous indignation.

However, they dare to be angry but dare not speak.

Seeing this, the leaders who had the strength to intervene only frowned slightly and turned over, continuing to watch Charles's movements.

Even their subordinates who died tragically on the spot did not react much.

This is a group of cold people who don't have much 'conscience', and their subordinates are just tools.

The tool is broken, and it is being replaced.

All kinds of inaction brought about Charles's wanton behavior.

He glanced at the black fog bird in the distance, and found that its speed was still moving slowly, which reassured him a lot.

The Black Mist Bird moves with the old ghost's movements, and now it is hanging in the air and moving slowly, indicating that the old ghost has not moved much.

This made Charles still have the leisure to think about whether to add some material and make this fire more prosperous.

Then he realized that he didn't have a chance to think about these things.

The black mist bird in mid-air suddenly paused, and it seemed that this spell creature also felt something confused and encountered something he didn't understand.

But this was just a meal, and soon it moved with its own work, and the entire figure condensed by the black mist shook directly, and the speed changed from the previous turtle crawling directly to eagle flying.

The sudden change in speed caused the spell creature to almost lose its approximate shape, blurring into a ball, and flying some distance before slowly recovering.

It's just that the speed hasn't slowed down a bit.

Charles's eyes narrowed.

He still had room for him to let out a roar directly, and the whole person shot out like a cannonball.

The change of the black fog bird made Charles understand that something had happened to the old ghost, and although he sent Lanreis to intercept him, he knew very well that Charles, who was not strong in combat and was not strong, was hopeless.

Thinking of his previous purpose, he naturally didn't dare to delay.

If the chickens are all gone, what will they be afraid of?

Originally, I wanted to show more prestige, and I thought about waiting for the Yellow Fang's support to arrive, but I didn't have to think about it now.

Thinking of Yellow Fang, Charles snorted his teeth, this guy looks like he wants to grind a foreign worker, and the screw doesn't care!

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

Stepping on the solid ground, the old ghost breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and moving on the shelves of the various fences and tents was more difficult for him than dancing on a tightrope.

Tightrope dancing doesn't care about being ugly, but the previous behavior is simply walking on the edge of life and death.

It's okay on the fence, if you walk on the top of the camp tent and just alarm the people inside, and a legend pops out directly, the old ghost will be blinded.

Therefore, the old ghost was worried about the tracking of the black fog bird before, and he walked on thin ice, cautious, for fear of alarming others.

This way down, it was a lot of luck, and he was not discovered! The old ghost himself couldn't believe it.

But it's normal to think about it, after all, after Charles's roar, everyone in the neighborhood went to him.

The flow of people became crowded because of this, and it was because of this that the old ghost stepped on the camp, and at that time the people in the camp happened to be outside, which just formed a flow difference.

So if you think about it, it's actually common sense.

But in terms of how to say, walking on the earth, the old ghost is much more relieved.

This is not only manifested in the heart, but also in action.

Stealth slows down the actor, but the old ghost still runs fast.

Can it be fast, there must be a vote of people chasing behind, it's rare that I can drive at full speed now, and naturally the faster I run out of this place, the safer!

Thinking like this, the movement on his legs is also a little faster.

The old ghost knew very well that Luohe was still outside waiting to meet him, and he knew that Luohe would not abandon him.

He is not a timid person who retreats when he knows difficulties. A few days of getting along with each other has already let the old ghost know that Luo He must have big plans in his heart, and his temperament is not a problem.

And there is no danger outside the camp, the old ghost entered the camp at his request to investigate, if he didn't even dare to take this risk, it would be too inconsistent with Luohe's character all along.

So the old ghost believes that Luohe must be waiting for him!

As long as he runs out to join the Luo River, if nothing else, the chances of survival are greatly increased.

For Luohe's strength, the old ghost already knows it, and the two of them are combined, as long as the enemy's strength is not too rebellious, even if they can't beat it, it will be easy to escape!

It's coming, it's coming, it's just four turns in three alleys!

The old ghost was a little urgent in his heart, looking at the exit that was getting closer and closer, he was a little anxious and a little glad in his heart.

It's not easy to get out of here!

The sneaking old ghost is running faster and faster, and it seems that there are some specialties in this area.

The farther you run, the faster you run? Well, let's not say there's such a specialty.

The old ghost ran very steadily, ran very fast, and ran with some cheers!

But after a corner, he suddenly stumbled, his body was crooked, and he made a big turn and stopped his steps.

The old ghost was still sneaking, but where the old ghost turned sharply, a thin figure in black clothes and a masked face gradually emerged.

It was a goblin.

In his right hand, he held a sleeve-length knife.

If the old ghost follows his original route without slowing down or turning, then he will run headlong into the knife.

Stalkers with knives and daggers?

The old ghost squinted.