Heroes of Silver Moon

Let's talk about the goblin warlock. The goblin warlock stood on a hillside outside the camp, waiting left and right, but he couldn't wait for the human spellcaster to release the spell.

The caster on the human side does not release the spell, so he dare not release the spell casually. If the caster on the human side captures the brilliance of the spell after releasing the spell, he will expose his position.

If humans come to a beheading operation, wouldn't he be in danger.

Such an anxious wait made the goblin warlock very uncomfortable, so he vented his anger on the goblin chief who was still lying on the ground, and used his spiked wooden staff to beat the goblin chief to a **** mess.

"Well, what's going on, Sharma has dealt with that group of humans so quickly," the goblin warlock felt bad when he saw the group of goblins running towards him with panicked looks.

"Great Elder, it's too bad, Master Shama was killed by those humans," said the first group of goblins, who ran to the goblin warlock first, panting.

"What?" the goblin warlock was shocked. Shama is a high-level barbarian. In these two tribes, apart from him, the high-level shaman, Shama, the kobold chief, is the most powerful. What kind of human is he? How could he kill him so quickly.

"Please tell me the specific situation," the goblin warlock grabbed the goblin by the neck, dragged him to his face, and stared at the goblin with both eyes angrily.

"This", the goblin was strangled by the neck, and did not dare to resist, so he said with a painful face: "That human is very powerful, Lord Sharma is not his opponent at all, and his throat was pierced in two or three strokes."

"What are the characteristics of that human being?" Hearing what the goblin said, the goblin warlock was a little frightened, so he hurriedly asked.

"Features, um, something the same color as a gold coin appeared on his weapon, which looks very beautiful," the goblin recalled painfully.

But he didn't see that the face of the goblin warlock was getting uglier.

"Is it a master fighter?"

The goblin warlock looked at the retreating goblins, and said to himself: "Master fighters, spellcasters, grass, I thought they were a group of novices, but I didn't expect to be a hard stubble. No wonder I dare to enter here at this time."

"Great Elder, what should we do next!" A group of goblins surrounded the goblin warlock and said in a panic.

This time the attack caused the two tribes to lose more than half of their fighters, especially the kobolds who were the backbone, and they were basically almost dead.

The heavy rain in the past few days has caused very little prey in the tribe. They have been hungry for several days, and this time the vitality of the two tribes has been seriously injured.

If there are not enough warriors to hunt in the future, they will not be able to get any food. If they can't figure out a way to get food, they will definitely starve to death.

"What are you panicking?" The goblin warlock held the wooden staff in his hand and slammed the ground hard, and then the goblins around fell silent.

"Gather the escaped warriors first, then hide them and start resting. Let's wait until tomorrow. Our food can last for a day." After the goblin warlock finished speaking, he turned and left with a sullen face.

The warriors in the tribe had just experienced a disastrous defeat. If they were wasting their energy at this time, they would really be asking for their own death.

The goblin warlock has made up his mind, if he can't find food tomorrow, he will take the warriors of these two tribes to the human territory to grab food.

Although this is very dangerous, it is better than starving to death, and among the human beings, that is, their fighters are stronger, and other human beings are not in any danger at all.

If they moved faster and were not caught by the human army, then those weak humans would not be able to harm them at all.

In the camp, after Cormran was carried away, Simon also got out of the tent and watched with interest the knights' soldiers cleaning the battlefield.

Bronco saw Simon coming out of the tent, and hurried to Simon's side, and said, "Master Simon, why did you come out? It's still dangerous outside?"

"Oh?" Simon was a little puzzled, then pointed to the soldiers who were cleaning the battlefield, and asked Bronco, "Haven't all those barbarians been dealt with?"

"No way!" Bronco said with a wry smile: "It's just solved most of the parts, and the rest don't know where to escape. They may still attack us after a while, so we're not out of danger yet." ".

"And," Bronco changed the subject, and said: "This hill is not, just this group of barbarian tribes, who knows if other barbarians will come to attack us in the middle of the night.

"Ah~", hearing Bronco's analysis, Simon yawned, and then said nonchalantly: "It's okay~www.readwn.com~ What you said is just a possibility, hasn't this happened yet? Besides, we There are so many fighters here! Won't they protect me?"

"Uh, if you insist on doing this, then I'll follow you and protect you!" Bronco shrugged and said helplessly.

"That's okay, I can't sleep anyway, so you can talk to me!" Simon saw that Bronco was determined to follow him, so he chatted with Bronco directly.

"The warriors of the Knights performed well tonight. They were able to kill so many barbarians," Simon said, looking at the corpses of the barbarians piled up by the warriors.

"Good performance? Huh!", Bronco heard Simon's praise, and said with some dissatisfaction: "If you hadn't shouted in advance, half of the people would have died here tonight."

"No way!", Simon was shocked by Bronco's words, and a dream he yelled in a daze had such a big effect, Simon couldn't believe it.

"Of course, according to common sense, it should be the sentry who first spotted the enemy and then sounded the alarm. After the soldiers in the camp heard the alarm, they should put on their armor and put on all their weapons within three minutes, and then waited under the leadership of their respective captains. Organize the defense under the leadership".

Speaking of this, Bronco sighed, and then said disappointedly: "But what about tonight? Let alone the fact that the enemy has almost reached the camp, and the sentry didn't even issue a warning.

Just say that after you called out the enemy attack, the whole camp was like a frying pan, and the soldiers were in a state of panic. It took almost seven or eight minutes before they barely formed a defensive formation under my command.

Moreover, the weapons these warriors were holding were messy, and there was an idiot who ran over with only a bow.