The halfling began to pull out a cigarette from the ring, "I'll go, isn't this something that sanitation workers use to pick up cigarette butts?!" Zhou Zhongmou thought after looking at it. I saw that this slender metal clip skillfully peeled off the broken chain mail with dirty blood under the control of the halfling man and threw it into his ring - Zhou Zhongmou watched the process of throwing it in very carefully, only to see the clip clamped on the surface of the ring with the chain mail, and then Maradona muttered a sentence and then disappeared. "It's so easy! I want one too, and I want one that seems to make a little more money this time and let those gray spire guys help me make one that can be activated spontaneously. Zhou Zhongmou looked at this with envy.

At this time, Rezenov and Natasha had already arrived, and they were not surprised at all by the fact that the goblins were lying on the ground - there were only a dozen goblins, and even if they were well-equipped, as long as they were not dressed in god clothes, it was impossible to fight against the tall bronze warrior in front of them. Natasha had no interest in touching the corpse with Maradona, and she shy away from the smell of goblins, and the corpses of goblins, who were horribly dead. Rezenov didn't care, but he didn't come up to find out what was the poorest of the realm—and sure enough, after touching all the corpses, Maradona managed to get a pile of tattered chain mail and forty-five copper coins

Zhou Zhongmou squatted down, picked up a short knife that could only be regarded as a dagger, looked at it and threw it to Rezenov. The old man who loved to strike iron took the knife and glanced at it: "Tattered! This kind of knife can only be used to cut bread!" Then he threw the knife away, and as for the other small shields and so on, no one paid attention to them. The apprentice, Ivanov, carefully scanned the corpses with his discernment to avoid any magical equipment slipping through the net - although he knew that it would be a dream to expect the dead to have magical equipment on them, it was still necessary to do it as a standard procedure for cleaning the battlefield. Zhou Zhongmou knew that the spellcasters in this world prepared spells in advance and then used their will and spiritual power to cast them, as long as they had sufficient spiritual power, the number of spells they could cast was completely unlimited, so he had no objection to the apprentice's seemingly wasteful approach. "Let's go, let's go inside, there shouldn't be anything worth collecting on the periphery. "Zhou Zhongmou needs money very much now, so he takes the lead and moves forward, he doesn't care about the opponents he may meet now-it's obvious that the guys he can meet in this range are not too strong, and who will set traps on the road!

Then he fell, after turning a street corner. The huge pit was very well camouflaged, and the large, deep trap was filled with sharp wooden stakes stuck into it. But this is not a matter for Zhou Zhongmou, who has launched the Douqi hardening technique. However, before he could launch it, his arm was pierced by a stake. When Zhou Zhongmou gritted his teeth and pulled out the wooden stake on his arm, the speed of blood flowing out slowed down suddenly, and then he watched his wound stop bleeding and heal at a speed visible to the naked eye - until Maradona, the upper body man above his head, shouted: "Zuode, are you okay?"

Such traps are actually of no use to high-ranking warriors or mages, the only use is to hinder and stall for time - even for a few seconds. Sure enough, a group of big goblins took advantage of the temporary mistake of Rezenov's team and smashed the walls of the houses on both sides and rushed out.

The equipment of this group of goblins is also more sophisticated than the outside, the rough but very strong half-body plate armor and the same rough surface but very sharp broadsword and spear in his hand, Zhou Zhongmou, who is climbing up, sees this group of guys and feels familiar: "Isn't this the half-orc in the Lord of the Rings? I didn't expect the goblins to be really similar to the half-orcs - but this seems to be a strong orc, right?"

Rezenov let out a wild roar at this time, and then met him with a sledgehammer in his right hand and an axe in his left hand with an extremely wild look. Natasha drew her bow quickly, and the arrow fired pierced into the eye of a goblin faster than her father's. The emaciated Ivanov seemed stunned, and only after the halfling slapped his ass hard did he jump up and begin to stutter and chant while scrambling into his robe. Zhou Zhongmou simply exploded in his legs at this time - although his bronze superior was not as capable of releasing a variety of combat skills as the same level of the otherworldly, the intensity of the explosion in the earth's human body was still very good. So this guy jumped straight up from the half-volley.

A group of elite goblins with a high level of black iron still can't form a qualitative change, and their amount is not enough - against a warrior with a bronze high rank, the big goblins with the top black iron must at least form a battle formation of about thirty people and be fearless of sacrifice, so that they can only maintain a tie, if they want to kill such a warrior and not let him escape, the number of big goblins must be at least three hundred, and three hundred goblins surround that warrior to the death. In this way, he was not afraid to sacrifice and drain the fighting energy and strength of that bronze warrior, and then it was possible to kill the other party.

Therefore, these about twenty goblins have no chance at all, not to mention that Rezenov is covered by Natasha Demon Hunter, who is a bronze subordinate. Normally, goblins are very disciplined and intelligent creatures, and they would retreat in such adverse situations, but the goblins here have red eyes and rush towards them without any fear.

The storm of flesh was swept up by the sledgehammer and axe, and Rezenov slammed into the goblins, unleashing the Hardening of Fighting Stunt, using the steel-like muscles of the brute warriors to block the slashing and stabbing weapons - of course, thanks to his daughter Natasha's fast and powerful arrows, which were very accurate to the great goblins who were able to break through the defenses with sharp spears. Then the old man began to spin, and as he whirled, he wildly brandished the heavy weapon he held in both hands.

Zhou Zhongmou didn't go up, there were only twenty big goblins, and six of them had already died in the hands of the girl before the old man made a move, so there was no need to worry about the old man. If you go up, it will have the consequence of being tied - the two are not old teammates for many years, and they are familiar with each other's fighting styles. "This old guy is so fierce, he must be the bloodline of the meat mound!" Zhou Zhongmou expressed his admiration after watching Rezenov smash the upper body of a goblin into a meat filling wrapped in a twisted iron plate with a hammer. At this time, Ivanov finally completed his spell - this young man ate his own spell backlash several times, but fortunately, the spells launched by this guy were just ordinary low-level spells, and the consequence of backlash was to make him pale and shaky. The effect of the spell thrown this time was not very good, "Greasy Spell!" A large piece of black greasy covered the ground, but unfortunately the range of the spell was not ideal. Caught in the greasy spell, the old man Rezenov began to slip and then fell sturdy, but by this time he had almost killed all the goblins who were looking for death. The rest of the goblins are now sent to hell by Natasha one by one. "I said little Ivanov! Next time you have to relax a little! The choice and release of spells should be more brainy" Old Rezenov had thick skin, and he didn't fall on the ground, and he didn't get angry, but he just said, "It's better to make mistakes now and then learn than to make mistakes later." Maradona had laughed when the old man fell and the goblins were all dead. Even Zhou Zhongmou couldn't help laughing when he saw the old guy slipping.

This time the touch of the corpse was even more hellish - the goblin who was shot by the arrow was fine, there was no extra dirt, and the goblin who was cut into pieces by the big axe was still acceptable, but the goblin who was smashed into meat by the hammer really couldn't bear it, but fortunately, Rezenov was willing to come by himself, so the task of searching the body was given to him.

There are still six pieces of plate armor in good condition, but no one wants it except Rezenov himself - this one is actually Zhou Zhongmou First of all, this plate armor is a little small for Zhou Zhongmou's stature, and it stinks, the key is that this thing can only be sold for scrap metal, not many people are willing to equip the goblin bust Rezenov wants it, although he is not suitable for dressing and his profession does not need this at all, but it is also good to collect some materials for his blacksmith shop - and then his daughter refused" Don't put this smelly and dirty thing in my ring!" Fortunately, these iron armors were not worth a lot of money, so Rezenov laughed and forgot it.

After a long day, the final harvest was fifty gold coins from a pile of rotten meat, which was not much, but it was not bad - after all, it was only the first day of entering, and it had only gone less than a kilometer deep.