A few days later, the Great Desert of Tanaris, somewhere on the northeastern edge.

Matilda Valen, with an indifferent face, lightly picked up her two-handed greatsword from the bottom to the top, splitting a desert bandit wearing a tawny suit into two, and the internal organs and blood splashed four or five meters high with inertia before splashing on the hot gravel.

"Oh my God, help, spare my life!" the last surviving sand thief screamed in despair, trying to survive.

It's a pity that the female warrior was indifferent, grabbed the hilt of the big sword with both hands, and with the momentum of the sword, she slashed down from above, splitting the sand thief in two from the top of her head to her crotch, and died on the spot.

Together with the guy who just died, there are more than forty mutilated corpses in the vicinity, which should be the brutal massacre that has just ended.

After doing all this, Matilda Valen first looked around the battlefield to make sure that there was no living mouth, and then took out a mirror to look at herself, and found that the end of her short dark blue shawl hair was stained with a small tuft of blood.

"Alas, this is miserable" sighed dejectedly, Matilda Valen grabbed the big sword with a dejected face, walked to Yang Long, who was standing more than 100 meters away, and said sullenly: "Master, those robbers are all killed." ”

After a few days of traveling, Yang Long was getting closer and closer to the location of the female troll, and a day earlier he walked into a passage that could clearly be deliberately leveled, and entered the area of local biological activity from the desolate area.

The first to welcome them was a team of hundreds of desert bandits.

Whether it is Yang Long's aristocratic appearance that looks seventeen or eighteen years old. is still the same young and beautiful Matilda Valen, who is showing others a little bit all the time - these two are very rich.

So a predictable loot was staged, and more than 100 sand thieves surrounded Yang Long and the two, and launched wave after wave of offensives.

However, what the desert bandit leader didn't expect was that Yang Long just took out the two-handed greatsword that he had obtained from the space ring many years ago outside the Cold Wind City, and handed it to Matilda Valen, who was wearing a small leather armor with an open waist, and killed them completely.

The batch of sand thieves in front of him was already the eighth wave of robbers that Yang Long and the others had encountered in two days.

"Hmm. Very well done. Yang Long nodded. After a circle around Matilda-Valen, she found blood stains on her hair, and her face turned cold and she commanded lightly: "Matilda, until the next time you meet the oasis." Stay away from me. ”

"Oh. Got it. "The female warrior had expected this. Limbly responded.

This reaction made Yang Long secretly laugh. His face remained polite, and he raised his feet and continued to walk in the southwest direction.

For several days, the two of them were like glue, and every night they would fight until the female warriors were exhausted. The old butcher felt that he was a little too indulgent, and he happened to take advantage of this opportunity to punish Matilda Valen a little.

Although the other party's own slave can be used at will without these excuses, but the journey is boring, and Yang Long also needs to find a little fun to pass the time, so he accommodated the female warrior for the first time.

The master and servant continued their journey, led by Yang Long towards the southwest.

The walk lasted more than ten hours, until night fell into the sky, and the temperature above the desert had dropped dramatically, making Matilda Valen feel a little cool, and the two finally came to the outskirts of a traveling caravan station.

"This should be the place. Standing on a sand dune that was not gentle, Yang Long looked down at the leeward of the sand dunes nearly a thousand meters away, a circular camp with a diameter of more than 100 meters.

The aura of the female troll adventurer Ling'er, under the glance of Yang Long's perception, came from this camp.

"Master, do you want me to kill it first?" Matilda Valen, who was full of unhappiness in her heart, immediately clenched the two-handed big sword in her hand after hearing Yang Long's words, and asked in a soft voice that pretended to be flattering.

After calming down and perceiving for a moment, Yang Long saw the strength in the camp clearly, and couldn't help but be a little puzzled: "Basically, they are all low-level powerhouses, there are seven or eight middle-level powerhouses, and there is only one high-level powerhouse, how did they catch Ling'er?"

Although he was very dissatisfied with the female troll not following the order and always protecting Matilda Valen, Yang Long was still very sure that if he hadn't been caught, the female troll would never dare to act alone and not come to him.

This is also the difference between dark energy and magic, for example, Illusia Barov, who was planted by Yang Long with a "cold ice line", will be unilaterally perceived by Yang Long, but he will not be able to detect the approach of the old butcher.

Matilda Valen, who was planted with dark energy, and the female troll who is currently suspected of being captured, as long as the distance is not too far, can feel Yang Long's presence all the time, and the old butcher believes that Ling'er at this time must have known about his arrival.

"Oh, Matilda, don't pretend to be pitiful there. Yang Long first laughed and cursed, and then took out a pair of women's armor and handed it to the female warrior, and ordered seriously: "Put on this to explore the road and pay attention to your own safety, understand?"

"Uh-huh, the master has been the best for me. Matilda Valen jerked her head and muttered lovely.

Facing this slave whose personality had changed greatly not long ago, Yang Long couldn't help but get goosebumps all over his body, and held back for a while before holding back the weird feeling in his heart, and waited until the female warrior put on the battle armor and patted her buttocks and said, "Go ahead!"

Matilda Valen, who had received the order, immediately jumped down from the sand dunes and quickly rushed towards the camp in the distance.

After so many years of cultivation, the female warrior who had already reached the strength of the twelfth order was promoted again after a great change in her heart, and at this moment she was already a peak professional of the twelfth order.

As a berserker, he launched a charge with all his might, causing a very loud noise, and the camp immediately sensed that something was wrong.

"Ahh

"There are enemies!"

"We're under attack!"

"The robbers have come to rob us of our gold!"

“”

In just half a minute, the whole camp was boiling, and there was a chaotic shout, and a team of less than three hundred professionals was assembled and rushed towards Matilda Valen.

Yang Long, who walked down the sand dunes smoothly, could see very clearly that all of these professionals were goblins.

Goblins are creatures unique to the world of Azeroth, with an average lifespan of only twenty years, only six years from birth to adulthood, and the largest goblins are no more than eighty centimeters, which is even shorter than a gnome.

The short growth cycle gives these goblins a huge population advantage, but it also limits their individual strength, and the probability of being able to grow into a high-level powerhouse is even lower than the possibility of the emergence of a top-level professional among humans.

If it weren't for their clever brains, which allowed this race to establish the world of Azeroth, the most powerful and stable commercial system, and developed the terrifying goblin technology on it, they might have perished under the threat of other powerful forces.

To exist is to be reasonable, and to apply to any world.

Seeing Matilda Valen's menacing approach, this group of goblin professionals showed a look of fear on their faces, but they unhurriedly took out all kinds of engineering items in their hands, or splashed or aimed at the attack.

It's a pity that in such a haste, this goblin force still has no way to compete with the peak powerhouse of the twelfth order, and Matilda Valen, who wielded her two-handed greatsword to the extreme, completely ignored these attacks and killed straight towards the goblin force.

Bang~Ping~Bang~呯

In a series of low or high explosions, the improvised mines laid on the ground could not help the female warriors wearing shin armor and combat boots, and the large number of flying metal projectiles were mostly swept away by the wielding big sword.

Even if a small number of projectiles from the musket were lucky enough to pass through the swing of the two-handed sword, there was no way to penetrate the armor that protected the female warrior's body and the battle helmet she was wearing on her head, leaving only a few insignificant parts, leaving a few skin wounds

(To be continued......)