The battlefield outside the camp had not yet been cleaned, and after the heat dissipated into the air, the scorching stench covered by the smell of barbecue resurfaced, making Goron feel very uncomfortable, but fortunately he didn't want to spend too much time in someone else's base camp, so he waited patiently in place.

Fortunately, Avalon didn't let him wait too long here, and a small group of human soldiers quickly came out of the city gate, a total of seven people, led by a bearded middle-aged man with some old chain mail and a two-handed long-handled greatsword on his back. On his waist and hips, there are one-handed crossbows and short-handled hand axes hanging on the left and right, with a sophisticated temperament.

Yesterday, when the ogres entered the city, there were too many stupid people, and the top of the gate was successfully smashed, and the falling stones hit the heads of the three ogre warriors, of course, under the protection of the thick grease, these guys just shook their bodies, and had no other feeling at all.

"Chief Golon, it has been checked, and all of them show no signs of illness. ”

Goron nodded, and Uka retreated into the group with a smile. The humans who came over on horseback looked very stiff, and the stunned gaze of the ogre, who was collectively in a state of daze, gave them a lot of pressure. Not only that, but the long-term devastation of the Bloodhammer Clan...... Under the training, both the boar man warriors and the kobold warriors were very calm, only the jackals seemed a little impatient, but in the unfamiliar environment, they could only stand there honestly with the team.

I have to say that there are still some benefits to carrying a bun of uninformed dirt buns, at least it won't give you a headache like the old fritters.

Goron looked at the two goblins who were smirking with chests full of gold coins, and then at the white bears who were full of fleas, who didn't know why but were very excited, and the blood feathers of the resentful and honest Kodo beast who tortured the gentle and honest Kodo with their claws, and felt that he had a lot more experience in commanding.

"Human, what's your name?"

"Hello, Priest Goron, my name is Simpson, as you can see. A human being. The bearded Simpson's voice was a little cold, but it didn't sound hostile, and he looked at the strange team in front of him with his eyes, and continued, "General Avalon asked my team to show you the way to Ratchet City. There's where we stay. And, we'll do our best to help you get into Ratchet City 'reasonably'. ”

Of course, Goron knew what the other party meant, and as an Osimite giant with the hope of peace, he was bound to encounter many radicals who regarded him as an ogre. Even with two goblins as a guarantee, the situation won't improve much. After all, the reputation of the goblins themselves is not much better.

And if it was with humans, things would be much better, probably.

After the intention was reached, the atmosphere was a little cold, and both sides silently did not speak, and immediately set off towards Ratchet City. Avalon didn't make too many arrangements for the farewell, but took a few officers from the low wall to watch the group leave.

Goron estimated the losses of the Terran Legion in his heart, and then found that he had no way to estimate it at all, and the experience of managing the poor and white Bloodhammer Camp was completely of no reference value. The only thing is certain is that this human will be for a long time to come. are in a state of burnout.

Of course, none of this has anything to do with him, he didn't have to worry about others when he walked through the circuitous Osim corridor, as long as the other party didn't show hostility, he didn't mind cooperating with the other party at all, after all, he didn't have a choice.

The journey is still boring, and the tiredness of moving your legs makes you even more slack. As the leader of the warband, Goron could only ask about the situation in Ratchet City from the mouth of this human officer named Simpson.

With some previous experience, he was now completely uneasy about the outdated and subjective intelligence of the two goblins.

The land of the Plath plain is not fertile, so there is not much vegetation. The earth is more of the yellow of the earth exposed to the air. From this point of view, the goblins are even worse than some beasts, and they have no strength to hold on to the high-quality land. However, these cunning green-skinned dwarfs have their own philosophy of survival. They relied on foxes and fake tigers in the age of mythology. Plotting to ascend to power, and then claiming wealth with an almost crazy mentality, and then over the course of thousands of years, generations of goblins have co-opted and divided other races, accumulated heritage, and turned this tasteless and discarded transportation core for other races into a good neutral commercial zone. And it has been developed for a long time.

Ratchet City is such a standard commercial metropolis that Goron managed to see it for what it really was on the fourth day after his departure. Compared to the city of the previous life, the surface of the Gates family's ratchet city is a little gray with a layer of sand, but the tall walls show the strong muscles of the other party. Overall, the first impression of the city does not shame the weaker races, nor does it disdain the powerful races. Overall, unlike the goblins, Ratchet City has a low-key arrogance that intimidates the mixed inhabitants of the city.

Sampson said that it was by water, and Goron found the Admiral a little excited when he heard the news—he used the anchor for the sixth time to wake up an ogre warrior who was about to lose his grip on the mallet, and scared the newly trained gnolls into huddling together like cats, and the humans on one side were even more eyelids to watch. Goron understood this, and to be honest, he shared the same curiosity and expectation for this large dockyard on the plains of Plath. In the description of this human officer, the Gates family is considered to be the top chaebol among the goblins, but unfortunately it has begun to decline recently, although it can still maintain order in the territory, but the attack of the Sea Clan and the chaotic situation of the war have made the family's high-ranking people tremble, and they are desperately waving money, agitating mercenaries who are ready to move to kill those who give them a headache.

"You're going to make a lot of money, if the goblins allow you to take the bounty. ”

Senpson looked at the ogre's massive bodies with his brown eyes and said heartily. He had gone from the initial sensitive nervousness to the usual casualness mixed with vigilance, and the instincts of years of mercenary life had taught him that the blue two-headed ogre was a very talkative leader. With this initial judgment, he faced the two-headed ogre named Goron with even more awe, because he knew very well that the magic contained in the other party's body was beyond his imagination. That's why Avalon asked him to come over and lead the team.

By the way, I almost forgot that these stupid big men are not ogres, they are the Osim giants, they don't eat people, do they? )