The rat hole burned until midnight, and the timberwolf warriors who had been occupying the surrounding high ground and were serving as sentinels were not distracted in the slightest. ∑, listening to the laughter and wild cries of their companions, they smiled at best, and still carried out their duties meticulously.

The Timberwolves' ability to fight at night is second to none in the entire raiding group, and this comes from their excellent night vision and night perception. It can be said that the night sentry in charge of the werewolf warriors of the Pan Continent is almost impossible for few people to hide. Even a rat-man as dusty as a big potato can't.

Generally speaking, the two werewolves standing guard can ensure that no one can silently approach the range of their control, and Captain Cao also arranged it like this. But there were apparently not dozens of highlands around, so much so that there were at least seven or eight timberwolf warriors standing guard on each highland.

In the middle of the night, some sneaky figures were seen in the high ground in the outermost Garnett, and the condescending Garnett and the others discovered each other first. For the sake of concealment, there was not even a cluster of sparks on the high ground, and under the cover of night, only the green eyes of the werewolf warriors loomed, and those who didn't pay attention thought that phosphorus fire was floating in the air.

Garnett made a quick decision and quickly attacked with a few werewolf warriors. The speed with which the Timberwolves riders come and go and the ability to walk quietly at night made Garnett make such a bold decision that even if there are more people on the other side than the Timberwolves, it will not be so easy to keep them.

And it was this instant raid that made Garnett make another great achievement. Those sneaky figures were none other than the most expensive group of the Webb rat-man tribe, the thirty-odd sunset shovel rat-men. They went outside to explore the graves where they could start, and only now did they return. Hearing something unusual coming from their lair, they stopped to figure out what was going on.

At this time, the sudden attack of several wolf cavalry made them suffer. When they spotted Garnett and the others approaching. It was too late to escape, and the first one to take a look was directly cut down by a third. These sunset shovels were suddenly frightened, and one by one they knelt on the ground and begged for mercy.

If you have the guts, these sunset shovels can't even match the patrolling lads of their tribe. The older the rivers and lakes, the less courage they have, and this principle is completely applicable to these sunset shovels who have never dealt with the bones of the dead. As soon as the menacing timberwolf knights appeared, they were already scared. Resist? That's what a fool would do.

The Sunset Shovel who led the team was called Boykins, and he was also a sensible and wonderful person, and he shouted wildly. even shouted at everyone to throw all the tools in their hands to the ground, so that they escaped the scimitars of the timber wolf warriors. Garnett's wolf jumped past him, and Garnett's scimitar brushed against the top of Boykins' head, instantly shaving a green mark on Boykins' head.

The knife only needed to sink an inch, and Boykins had to say goodbye to his grave robber. At this moment, Boykins peed his pants very unproductively, and watched Garnett's crotch wolf appear in front of him with a flexible turn, and Boykins wolf moved backwards on the ground. The wolf-green eyes made Boykins uncomfortable, and its foul saliva made Boykins' nose twitch.

The other rat people were definitely no better than Boikins. If Garnett hadn't shouted in time, the Timberwolves Knights who had returned to kill would have reimbursed more than half of their members for this round of impact. Even those industrious farmers who reap their crops are definitely not as easy as these cold-blooded knights who reap their lives.

Boikins was well aware of his position in the tribe with a large number of sunset shovels, and even the Webb leader treated them as uncles. No matter what the circumstances. Their most important duty is to save their lives. This was not only the right thing for Boykins to think of immediately, but in fact it was also a responsibility and authority that he understood from the very beginning as the leader of the Sunset Shovel.

The responsibility is that every sunset shovel is an absolute wealth for the Webb tribe, as the contemporary leader of the sunset shovel. Boykins must try to save the life of every sunset shovel at all times. Power, including the other sunset shovels, each member of this team has a very high status within the tribe. As long as they save their lives. After sending the news back to the Horde, the Tribe will be willing to pay a good ransom for them and then ransom them back. Who made these sunset shovels the cornerstone of the Webb tribe? It's not that something similar hasn't happened before, and Boss Webb's method of dealing with it is like this, even if the other party's lion opens his mouth, he will try to be satisfied.

Fortunately, the Timberwolves Knights who were cut down just now were all Sunset Shovel apprentices with relatively short qualifications and relatively young age. Although the death of so many smart and clever rat-man young men made Boikins feel a little heartbroken, but now is not the time to sigh about this, leaving Qingshan without worrying about running out of firewood, and their veteran sunset shovels are the most critical role of the tribe. As long as they are there, they will be able to cultivate a steady stream of successors in the future.

Garnett didn't need to give them a chance, but Garnett, who has a good eye, still discovered a detail at that moment, that is, these inconspicuous-looking rat people seemed to have unusual identities. This is not ordinary, which means that these rat people are much better dressed than the ones that Garnett killed during the day. In this wasteland, almost all the natives are pursuing clothes that can cover their shame, and keeping warm is a high-end pursuit.

This is definitely not an exaggeration, in the words of Old Man Ao when he was chatting, here you can even tell whether a person's family is solid or not from the amount of fabric on his body. And these rat people are not only wearing thick fabrics, but even very few patches. In this vicinity, in addition to the men and horses of the raiding group, there are few people who have this kind of "luxury". And the little rat man who opened his mouth to beg for mercy also surprised Garnett a little, this thing still has yellow gold teeth when he opens his mouth, and when he looks at it, there are still a variety of ornaments hanging on his waist.

Garnett didn't say a word, and the Boykins who was talking about the fart and urine was a big slap, and he was thinking that he would have to slap a few slaps to knock the gold teeth off the mouth of this thing, but who knew that the slap would be slapped out. If you look closely, Garnett is a little convinced. It wasn't gold teeth, but two sets of gold braces with two Boykins teeth inside. This is really not an ordinary luxury, Garnett is more and more convinced of the contradictory characteristics of these bandit gangs in the Exiled Domain, one by one dressed sloppily, but he doesn't take real money seriously.

With enough smelting skills, Garnett even doubted that the native bandits would make the real money look like Iverson and a gang of bit fighters, with a neck full of gold chains that Garnett didn't even think heavy. Garnett has questioned the brawny style of the Bit Fighters more than once, but who makes the Raiders advocate and encourage a culture of individuality? Not to mention how arrogant the Bit Fighters are supported by this team culture. I often like to insinuate that other comrades-in-arms don't understand this kind of gold culture. If they can, they'll even equip themselves with a Golden Night Kettle.

What's the most sad thing in the world? It's about having money that can't find a place to spend it. Garnett sighed for a while, just standing a guard can be a little extra fast, where can this trade be found in the Beamon Empire? These indigenous bandits know the value of these precious metals, and most of them are not very willing to trade with greedy human profiteers, and they have cheapened the bandits of the raiding group for nothing.

It's a really good place, it's just a place where you were born to make money for the raiders! Garnett felt a lot, but he was not slow to clean up a little. A pair of gold braces had been put into his waist bag. In the past few days, the luck has just been a little alienated from Garnett, and this pair of gold braces can fight a few more landlords. The boss said before he set off that he would fight the local tyrant today in order to encourage the passion of the brothers. Any oil and water that can be scraped is counted as a party's commission.

Garnett is also a small leader of the big scale, and asked the brothers to collect all the valuable things on these sunset shovels, and then tied them up and sent them to Boss Cao.

Captain Cao, who was busy pointing everywhere, was covered with beads of sweat the size of beans, and his physique was too hot. It's easy to sweat after a little exercise, and I'm already busy working shirtless. The first impression of this gang leader to the people of the sunset shovel rat was very vicious, and he wore a thick gold chain from Luo Han around his neck. He had an even bigger cigar in his mouth, and a face full of ferocity. His eyes were unkindly unkind to the Sunset Shovels, and a single glance made them feel like a sharp knife swept past their necks.

"Damn, why are their heads still attached to their necks, are your Damascus scimitars blunt?" Captain Cao's first words made the Sunset Shovels feel a chill in their hearts. Their instincts are quite accurate, and in such a situation, they don't really want their instincts to come true.

"Boss, these rat people haven't had time to interrogate yet, and in my opinion, the identity of these guys should be unusual in this tribe. Garnett's explanation made a group of Sunset Shovels thank him to Dade, and they almost didn't regard Hardy as their lucky male god. In terms of appearance, Harder is one of the well-deserved handsomes in the plundering group.

Garnett had the lean but lean slender figure characteristic of a timberwerewolf, with dark cheeks and a large, freshly shaved green bald head. Not only is the style tough but also the swear words are also very slippery, and the image is even tougher than the style, and the nickname "hard" is the best interpretation of him.

Hearing this, Head Cao looked at these sunset shovels again, and when the sunset shovels felt that they were holding their lives, the words of head Cao made them feel desperate again: "It doesn't matter what their identity is, cut it! It's a waste of time, Lao Tzu still thinks they are handsome, and even the shape of Wangcai is more charming than them." ”

Captain Cao's words made Old Man Ao laugh, this evil big back is a typical guy who even thinks the in his own pit is more fragrant than others, and it is really strange that there are outsiders who can impress him.

A group of bit fighters who had long been unable to hold back on the side suddenly drew their two-handed swords and prepared to make a move, standing in front of them was Nate Robinson of Little Potato. If nothing else, you'll soon be able to see the frenzied celebration after his trademark slash. His work attitude and passion are highly praised by his boss, and it is a certainty to seize this opportunity to show off.

The rats were so frightened that Boykins even came up with a lot of excuses and excuses as they were pushed along the way. But his blow was equally heavy, not only did he see his homeland being smoldered by poisonous fire, but Captain Cao didn't give him a chance to say a word at all!

In the end, if it weren't for Old Man Ao's sentence to keep people under the knife and save their lives, this group of dusty sunset shovels would only have a bleak ending of falling leaves returning to their roots today.

It is precisely because of the twenty or so sunset shovels captured by Garnett and others that it finally became an episode in which Old Man Ao asked Captain Cao to save the life of the rat man in the crypt. Old Man Ao's reason is that he just killed them, it would be too cheap for them. Garbage also has a use for garbage, it depends on how Captain Cao squeezes them. (To be continued......)