Doug watched as the group of six riders approached him at a rapid pace. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info as long as the other party approaches, and then quickly pull up the tripwire, the horse will fall because of the loss of balance, then just need to hug up, there will be fresh pieces of meat can be put in the soup pot, tsk, no, saliva will flow down. Doug quickly stopped his fantasies, focused his attention on the rushing human, and pressed his body lower to prevent the other party from discovering him.

Hey, why did the other party slow down, wait, what's that glittering? The whistling wind interrupted Doug's thoughts, and Doug felt as if something was flowing down his face, and then the hot pain passed through the nerves to Doug's brain, and then there was a loud bang, which shook Doug's ears and buzzed. Doug hurriedly looked back to see what was happening, only to find that a kobold who was lying behind him had a hole in his chest the size of a bowl, and he could already see the trees behind him. You can't live if you see it.

Before Doug could come back to his senses, a few more sharp winds flew over, followed by a loud boom, and the dirt around Doug was splashed, accompanied by the splashing of dirt and the occasional stump and broken arm, and then sprinkled all over the ground, at this time Doug's body hung with the intestines of an unlucky person.

"Rush up and hack them to death. The warlock, hiding behind the boulder, shouted, and with a flick of his staff, a huge ball of fire appeared out of thin air, and flew like arrows towards the six men on the horse.

"Great, the Warlock is finally powerful, and even the boulder in the wilderness can't stop the Warlock's fireball. "Doug couldn't hate the kobold warlock at this time, even though the other party had robbed him of his position as the leader. Although the other party often beats and scolds himself, Doug only hopes that the Warlock is as powerful as possible, and it is best to repair these humans - food should have food consciousness.

However, things did not develop in the direction that Doug expected, only to see a big man led by the other party, pull out the cross sword on his waist, and the blue light on the cross sword flashed and slashed towards the fireball, and the expected explosion did not come, only to see the fireball flickered for a moment and turned into a little spark and drifted away. But the other party continued to rush over with a cross sword as if he was nothing.

Doug was completely dumbfounded, is this still the almost invincible warlock in his eyes, why are these people so powerful, just when Doug was at a loss, he saw a person wearing a gray cloak in the other team's team rushing over quickly, and then as soon as he raised his hand, a dark blue lightning shot towards the warlock, the warlock screamed and fell to the ground, and the person who could shoot electric light in his hand pulled out the short knife in his waist and galloped past the warlock on a horse, and the surprised head of the warlock was left with the man left.

"Run!" Doug shouted, and hurriedly ran away. Even the Warlock, who was regarded as the greatest reliance, was beheaded, so why did he stay here? However, how did two legs run over four legs, Doug ran a few steps before he felt the wind in the back of his head, and then felt that his eyes were dark, and he was unconscious, oh, he didn't know what to do.

By the time Doug opened his eyes again, the sun's rays had already sprinkled over the Sickwood Plains, and the golden sun shone on the yellow sandy earth, revealing a kind of vicissitudes of beauty, which had once been Doug's favorite view. Especially when guarding the soup pot and smelling the fragrance wafting from it.

However, Doug was not in the mood to watch at this time, because he found that he was tied up, and the rope used to tie up was the same rope he had intended to use as a tripping rope. The rope was now stained with a lot of brown marks, apparently blood that had just been stained for a short time.

Doug raised his eyes and looked around, there were many corpses of the same kind lying around, some had their heads cut off, some had a big hole in their chests, and some seemed to have been burned by the flames and were covered in pitch black, oh it was Joe, it was the kobold who the Warlock asked him to pretend to be a corpse, and at this time he had turned into a real corpse, half of his head was crushed, what a poor fellow.

Why is it so sure it's being crushed? Don't you see a human polishing his boots?

At this time, a human saw Doug wake up, and walked towards Doug, and a white light flashed in the other party's hand, which frightened Doug to close his eyes tightly. The expected pain didn't come, but something seemed to be in my head.

"What's your name. The other party asked.

Hey, I can understand what the other party is saying. Before Doug could come to his senses, the stick in the man's hand was drawn into Doug's face. A swollen red mark appeared on Doug's face.

"What's your name. The other party continued to ask expressionlessly.

"Dao, Doug. Doug replied with a wincing winch, for fear that the other party would pull another stick.

Isn't that the wooden staff in the warlock's hand?,Usually the warlock is a baby.,Carefully wipe one side every day.,And at this time, the man was bored in his hand and shaken.。

If the Warlock knew that his usually precious wooden staff was being treated like this, I don't know if he would be angry and come back to life. Doug was thinking.

The man seemed satisfied with Doug's answer, "Where is your tribe, and how many are there?" the man continued.

Do you want to tell him, what if he hurts the people in the tribe?" Doug hesitated. The instinct of racial reproduction prompted him not to divulge any information about the tribe.

Smack! The hot pain came from his face again, "Where is your tribe, and how many people are there?" ”

"Just in the direction of the sun setting, there were 20 more people. At this time, the desire to survive took over, and Doug couldn't control it so much, and at the moment he just wanted to be beaten less.

"How long will it take, and what are the people. The man asked, continuing to swing his stick.

"Half the time to cook a pot of soup, it's all crippled, helping to guard the camp and the Warlock's property. I know where the Warlock has hidden his possessions, and I'm willing to contribute. The instinct to survive took over, and Doug was willing to sell everything in exchange for a chance to survive.

"How's that going?, isn't it?" the man said to the man next to him, "Language, one of the three most practical sorcery in the wild, after all, you can't expect all creatures to speak human language, and of course even humans themselves don't have a unified language. ”

"How?" asked the man next to him.

"20 magic stones, this is one of the few witchcraft in the academy that is not forbidden to spread. ”

"It's too expensive, 10 bucks. ”

"15 pieces. It couldn't be less. ”

"Deal. ”

"By the way, you can't go to that camp or not, it's said that kobolds have the same hobby as dragons, and they both like to collect shiny things. ”

"Of course I went, how could I lose the loot that I had so hard to get. Then another red-cloaked human stepped in.

At this time, the human with the warlock wooden staff in his hand lifted Doug, "Lead the way, if you dare to play tricks, I will throw you into the goblin's soup pot." ”