Chapter 119 The Gambion

When he saw the gobly, Bosk finally understood what Dihas said when he set off.

These guys are like a large rock frog that has been smashed, crushed and put together again. They have green gray skin and no hair or beard. Their heads are huge, but their bodies are disproportionately thin. Their whole body is covered with the residues of various foods, and the disgusting smell can be smelled 500 meters away.

If you see them elsewhere, you can't imagine what they would look like on food - it's simply a group of hungry wolves. After knocking down the bones with stones, they first stuffed the bones into their mouths, desperately nibbled the slightly softer edges of the bones with their rotten teeth, and then sucked them into the bones. I won't let go of my face.

In this group of less than 30 gobrines, there was a character who looked like a leader: he put a tattered pocket on his body, his hands and head came out of several holes, and then tied a piece of metal tied to his chest, holding a bone tied to a stone at the front end.

He drilled in and out of the govity pile and did not go to the skeleton to look for it, but looked at his men. Whenever a goblin starts to chew, he rushes to pinch the other party's throat, then desperately breaks his mouth, and then takes out what's inside and stuffs it into his mouth.

So this group of gobmen has been maintaining a fast speed, looking desperately on the one hand and swallowing desperately on the other side - eating is the ultimate goal.

Bosk turned around and lay down on the mound: "I finally know why they are so terrible!" He has never seen a creature so poor and terrible that it can burst into such great power in front of food.

Garlock also turned around and lay beside him: "You really have to think about it," he stared at Bosk: "You have to come up with a way, or find a way to avoid them!"

"It's unrealistic to avoid it," Bosk closed his eyes: "We must find weaknesses!"

"Weakness?" Garlock shouted, "Do you still need to look for it? - People know that their weakness is food," and he began to walk down from the mound: "Food is the biggest weakness!"

"Yes, food is the biggest weakness!" Bosk's eyes lit up.

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On the ninth day of the caravan, sporadic gobrons began to follow the team.

The gosmen know the horror of these tall races - they have been slaughtered in this confrontation more than once, so they have to wait and wait for the increase in numbers and opportunities.

After Bosk arranged for Garlock and more than a dozen mercenaries to break off, the other mercenaries patrolled around, while he opened his way in front of the team.

Along the way, he found that these things were very similar to a group of evil wolves living in the wild. They were a little timid and timid, but also hid a little fierceness and hostility.

Especially when they stopped to eat - I don't know how many eyes are secretly staring at the caravan. Those coveted eyes are greedy, hungry, fierce, but also have an indescribable fear. He even clearly heard a sound of swallowing saliva from the darkness, which was also mixed with some rattling grinding sounds - which made many members a little creepy.

He tried to leave the team alone and walk to the gobsters - these gobsters dispersed after he was less than ten meters close, and then kept a distance of ten meters to gather again.

After several experiments, he had to return to the caravan.

He called Dihas, the most familiar goin, "Why didn't they attack me?" He asked.

Dihas explained: "They can distinguish between human plainness and warriors - if they are civilians, more than 20 gobmen may attack alone, but they know that we are warriors, so it may take more than 40 gobmen to attack!"

Bosk calculated a simple account: "We have 170 people, so if the number of gosps reaches 10,000, maybe they will start attacking!" He waited for Dihas' answer.

"Maybe not," he quickly replied, "Now it's still the edge of the desert, and no more than 30,000 goblens will not attack us," he paused for a moment: "But when it comes to the middle of the desert, it will probably be dangerous!"

"How many hell are there?" Bosco wants to know how many hells may appear.

"Uh... I don't know the specifics - but the last time the caravan was attacked, it was said that there were more than 200,000 sperm!" He guessed.

"Twenty thousand!" The poor regimental has a big head.

Looking at Bosk's expression, Dihas instead comforted him: "Commium, it doesn't matter! - As long as Mr. Kozmo takes action, 200,000 gobiums are not a problem at all!"

Bosk squeezed out a smile: "Uh... I know... You go first, I have to think about it!"

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A few days later, there were more and more goblets following the caravan, and the number had gradually reached hundreds, but these were all vagrants. In the conclusion of Garlock's observation, they were all small groups without organization, lack of weapons and food, and were hungry and had little strength. Finally, he thought it was completely No threat!'

When the caravan was about to pull out, they were a little anxious. Probably after one night. These nearby wandering genies suddenly found that there were quite a large number of similar species gathered around. In addition, due to the custom of respecting elves in recent days, the mercenaries did not slaughter these guys, so they couldn't help but be bold. Some gobsters gathered around and discussed together for a while, and suddenly dispersed.

"What are they doing?" A mercenary began to ask questions, and he couldn't figure out why the golin gave up following.

"Leave quickly!" Bosco knows that this is definitely not that simple, but the current situation is that the farther away from them, the better.

The caravan marched quickly in the desert Gobi, and Garlock led some mercenaries to remove traces behind, hoping to delay for a longer time.

But the ability to track the gobion is far stronger than they thought, and Garlock's work is basically useless.

The caravan walked for less than three hours, and the gobelles appeared in the back, first a few, then dozens, and finally there were more than before they dispersed, reaching thousands.

These golls actually found something to replace weapons. Although they are still simple stones and bones, or simple wood, they are much better than at the beginning.

There are also some newly added goblins holding some metal pieces or wooden sticks tied with iron pieces in their hands.

The caravan stopped and waited for Bosk's arrangement.

Bosk changed his plan and began his first test.

The gobump watched the humans in front lift a box from the car, then opened the lid and put in a large piece of animal meat - their eyes were about to protrude. After the grass roots and mice found along the way were eaten up in the past few days, the gobump was on the verge of madness.

The wheels moved slowly and left the box.

Box!

There is food inside!

All the bees understand this truth!

Just after Bosk left more than ten meters, he looked back and saw that the gobler had rushed up and pounced on the box.

First, the gobo next to the box wanted to open it, but failed - it understood this human tool, so it began to smash hard with the stone in its hand, hoping to smash the box. The govrites who soon arrived imitated this action, and they began to smash the box together.

The govrite behind couldn't squeeze in and began to be anxious and angry - a tall-looking gom caught the gom in front of him, then dragged it out and squeezed into the inner circle.

The dragged goblin saw that the other party was far taller than himself and had a weapon made of a piece of metal in his hand, so it dared not go again, so it also grabbed a goblin about the same size and dragged it out.

The scene became quite chaotic. The front squeezed desperately, and the back grabbed the same kind and dragged it back. Finally, those who could squeeze around the box became taller gos.

The thin gobland was angry after being dragged out. They were behind and had no idea what had happened, so a gobly threw out the stone in his hand and hit the back of a gobion's head.

I don't know whether it was because of the right position or the bad luck of the goblin. This seemingly less forceful blow actually broke its head directly - the goblin fell to the ground and twitched in his limbs, and cut off in less than a few seconds.

A scene that Bosk never saw appeared: after seeing the same kind fell to the ground, he gave up the box in front of him and began to rush to his own kind.

The sound of biting, swallowing, and snoring immediately burst out - more than one gobion began to eat the corpse of its kind.

These sounds stimulated the gosordbe behind, so stones flew over one after another, and the gom kept screaming.

How much food can nearly a thousand gosmen eat?

No one can answer this question - gosmen can not eat for seven or eight consecutive days when food is scarce, but in the face of food, they can eat half of their body weight and digest it cleanly within an hour.

This is like a kind of insect in the world on the ground - locusts!

The stimulation of food made the goblums go crazy - nearly a thousand gobmen fell into a melee.

"They won't have much left in the end," Bosk laughed. "This crisis is temporarily relieved."

Garlock accompanied him, "I didn't expect a small box to make them so crazy - they are completely crazy."

"Human beings are the same," our regiment leader thought: "A little benefit can make us crazy, completely regardless of the life and death of the same kind - are we not the same people who eat people?"

"Human beings are like this," Garlock told him his concept for the first time: "Insidious, despicable and deceitful - it's better than a gobump!"

At this time, the gobiki slowly stopped fighting strangely - even if they had been attacked by other gobiki, as long as they could catch a corpse around them, they stopped fighting and began to eat desperately.

"It seems that eating is their first requirement," Bosk said, "There is nothing else - it seems that there won't be many gobin who plan to die this time!"