'Be calm!' Siegel picked up his light crossbow and kept admonishing himself, "Kill the archers first, kill the archers first!"

An arrow flew over and stuck the accountant's hat on the board, startling the guy. Siegel saw the direction the arrow was coming from and turned sideways to aim from the edge of the van. In the moonlight, two goblins, with short bows, stood at the edge of the dense forest and looked in the direction of the convoy.

Judging the distance, Siegel raised his crossbow a little and fired. The crossbow bolt made of pure iron quickly flew over the battlefield with a bang, and was accurately nailed into the archer's neck, and disappeared directly. The goblin clutched his neck and fell, and the shortbow fell into the muddy water. Siegel continued to work hard, taking advantage of the gap between the other goblin and shooting again, and quickly took out it.

At this time, a loud bang came from the direction behind him. When I turned my head, it turned out to be a huge wild boar that crashed into the truck and lifted off the cloth bag full of fat in the whole car. The two-meter-tall bear goblin jumped from the pig's back to the roof of the car, holding a shield in one hand and a machete in the other, and let out a murderous scream.

The drivers were frightened, and the sticks in the hands of several people fell to the ground with a click. The goblin pounced from the other direction, using its short body to rush to the walkable passage in the middle of the truck.

Sir Bill rolled out from under the wagon, and came to a halt right next to the boar. He stabbed with his long sword, piercing through the boar's ear and killing the guy. He stepped on this half-ton fat as if he had stepped on a staircase, and immediately slashed back at the back of the bear goblin.

"Sneak attack!" the bear goblin turned, and the shield-like door fan came over. Jazz had nowhere to hide, so he was thrown out and rolled on the ground before he could get back on his feet. The bear goblin swung his machete excitedly, stuck out his huge tongue and shouted loudly. It stepped forward, the muscles of its whole body trembled, and it didn't know how much strength was hidden inside.

The goblin rushed, and Siegel threw away the crossbow. He drew the scimitar at his waist, and with his other hand slammed the rope that had been prepared on the truck. The rope tightened and straightened between the wheels, creating a criss-crossing barrage in the gaps of several carriages, like a tripping horse. The goblin's dash had to slow down, looking for an empty spot in the middle of the rope to land. Siegel wrapped the rope tightly around his hand, grabbed a knife and slew the nearest goblin.

"Slash, slash, kick!" Siegel muttered as he flipped the first goblin. Before he could make up for it, another guy jumped down on his head from a great height. The squid hurriedly crouched down, dodging the waving mace. Then he bounced it up hard. The training of these days worked, and a punch hit the goblin in the nose, knocking him unconscious.

The goblins who fell to the ground tried to get up, but they were knocked down by the falling from the air, and they were scrambled together. Siegel stabbed him a few times, whether it was his heart or his stomach, as long as the other party was wailing - he didn't have much time to aim.

Three coachmen have already been killed, and three more are fleeing in a panic. The running creatures attract goblins to chase, but they don't last long before they are stabbed in the back and die. Siegel can't save everyone, he has to try to kill first.

He bravely rushed towards the goblin, first pushing aside the attack of the enemy's weapon, and saw the goblin's unsuspecting chest. He flicked his free hand in front of the goblin's eyes, and the moment it was drawn to it, he stabbed the scimitar into the goblin's neck with his other hand.

The smelly liquid sprayed his face, and he didn't bother to wipe it, so he hurried to save the nearest coachman. The record of cutting down three goblins finally attracted attention, and five guys rushed up in line with bad intentions.

"Come on, stinky cubs!" Siegel laughed excitedly, remembering his days of surfing the sea, and exclaimed, "Let the waves come!"

Using his scimitar as a shield, he slammed into the first goblin. The thick shoulders creaked, but they still carried the guy directly and rushed to the second. The goblin didn't expect the young man on the other side to be so brave and able to charge back, and he was a little overwhelmed. The chaotic clashing sound of the goblins mingled with each other, screaming, cursing, hugging, and then falling into a ball.

The goblin at the top was also the first to be hit, and he was still dazed, his mace dangling. Siegel snatched the weapon, raised his hands and struck them down on the heads of the five goblins one after the other, as if they were chopping wood. With five bangs like watermelons, the chaos soon ended, and the mace was smashed to pieces.

The squid gasped, picked up the fallen cutlass and began to look for his next opponent.

The battle between Jazz and the Bear Goblin is at a fever pitch, one with great skill and the other with infinite strength. Shields made of door panels block most of the directions Jazz can use to attack, while the enemy's tall body has a wider range.

Jazz held his sword in both hands, resting the hilt at his waist, the tip of the sword pointing diagonally upward, and moving around the bear goblin in a T-step. With this position, he had already left three wounds on the enemy's knife-wielding arm, and blood continued to flow down. The bear goblin snorted angrily, but he didn't dare to raise his knife and slash casually.

Gray-black eyes rolled, and a bad idea suddenly occurred to the bear goblin. He shouted, raised his machete aloft again, and took a big step forward. Then he suddenly threw out the machete in his hand, hid behind the shield and rushed up.

The machete spun and flew towards Sir Bill's face, making a loud whistling sound. Sir knew how strong the creature was, and swung his sword with both hands to knock the machete away—a blow that made his arm tingle. When the shield pressed down like a wall, he could only roll to the side, avoiding the path of the collision.

But before he could stand up, the bear goblin kicked his sword away.

"Stinky thing, wait for Grandpa to smash you!" the bear goblin shouted, raising his iron shoes again.

Jazz curled up and tried to reach for the boot. At that moment, a flaming torch flew from the direction of the truck and slammed into the back of the bear goblin's head, sending flames flying. The thick-skinned monster just screamed, and its body shook, but it didn't suffer any injuries.

But this momentary delay is enough to change everything. Sir took the opportunity to pull out the dagger hidden in the boot and flew it into the monster's eye socket and plunged it into the joint behind his knee. With the help of his legs, he stomped the bear goblin's crotch and slid away some distance with the momentum. Jazz rolled over and stood up, drawing the short blade from his waist.

Siegel finished throwing the torches and turned to kill the last goblins.

The bear goblin stood unsteadily, couldn't see, and staggered and staggered. He pulled out the dagger from his eye socket with one hand, but it couldn't cover the blood that kept pouring out. The bear goblin wailed in pain, knowing he was going to die.

Sir Bill stood majestically in front of the bear goblin, his sword reflecting a silvery white glow in the moonlight.

"Atonement, wicked creature. ”

The bear goblin tried to raise his shield to resist, but this time he was a step too late, and his head flew into the sky before falling to the ground with a thud.

"Run!" shouted the goblins. They grabbed something from their side, either a blanket or a broken pot, and ran towards the forest. Goblins know that humans can't see anything in the dark, so they will never chase them into the dense forest, as long as they escape into it, they will be safe.

Siegel picked up his crossbow and fired two more arrows, hitting only one goblin. The crossbow was stained with mud and worked in a humid environment for a long time, causing the last arrow to lose its crosshairs.

The remaining three goblins fled into the forest, and there was no way to chase them.

Accountant McCheating was stunned by the flying arrows as soon as the battle began, and all the goblins thought it was a corpse and ignored him, and he was lucky enough to be the least injured member of the caravan. Now he was forced to stand in the most prominent position around the campfire, holding a long stick and keeping watch.

Sir Bill bandaged the wounded with a simple fee, while Siegel learned from the sidelines and then started to help. Five of the ten coachmen died, one ran into the woods and never returned, and one was seriously injured and had to lie in the car. The remaining three drivers were lucky enough to have only minor injuries and were able to walk on their own.

After burying the dead and pacifying the living, it was discovered that the wagon was wrecked: the wheels were broken into three pieces, and even the best carpenter could not repair them. McCkett promised each coachman two more gold coins, and ten gold coins for the dead - nothing for those who escaped. The morale of the coachman was a little higher, and then the accountant strangely demanded that everyone throw away the cart full of apple seedlings and carry the bags of manure to the vacant cart, which delayed for a long time.

"What's in these bags?" said Sir Bill frowned. The accountant's unusual behavior made him suspicious. He reached for a bag and threw it in front of McKitt, and the bag arced and landed on the slippery mud with a thud.

"You almost stoned me, you mercenary!" the accountant shouted in shock. After shouting, he felt that something was wrong again, and saw that Sir Bill's right hand was already on the hilt of the sword, so he hurriedly changed his flattering tone: "Don't worry, this is actually dirt." ”

Jazz snorted, drew his dagger, crouched down, and cut through the mouth of the bag. He tore it open, only to see that it was black and yellow soil, mixed with some rotten grass stems and leaf fragments, and the smell of rotten mud came out. He put on leather gloves and reached out to dig hard, and a bag full of such things was full.

"It's all dirt, are you satisfied?" the accountant pounced forward and closed the mouth of the bag. "Even though it's dirt, it's also an important cargo for the boss. You've accepted the contract, so you can't just find a reason to pay for it just because someone is dead, right?"

Jazz looked thoughtfully at a handful of soil in his palm, it was soft and soft when he pinched it, and it didn't smell unusual. He thought quietly for a while, and always felt that something was wrong. He looked at Siegel, who was also puzzled, and then saw the accountant with a dodgy gaze, and a thought suddenly occurred in his mind.

He clasped his hands together, holding the handful of black soil between his palms, and rubbed it vigorously. Impurities were squeezed out of his fingers and palms, and the smell grew stronger and stronger, and he rubbed faster and faster, as if smoke was rising between his hands. Everyone looked at him, and Jazz spread his hands out.

I saw that there were many scratches on his original intact leather gloves, and some places were broken. At the site of a broken wound, there was a very fine yellow sand, finer than dust. Jazz blew lightly, and the fine sand changed color, from yellow to black, and it looked very ordinary.

Siegel also saw that something was wrong. He knew that Jazz's gloves were hard-wearing and non-slip, and although they were inconspicuous, they were indeed well-equipped. Only a sharp blade could cut through that glove, and only the loam couldn't do that.