Chapter 32 Come, don't even want to run!
Mr. The sage immediately shrank back. Although the green gophins on the wall were as ridiculous as dwarfs, the bows and arrows in their hands were not vegetarian.
The middle-aged warrior was not surprised. He took the reins and looked up and asked loudly, "We are the caravan of the business group from afar. We have completed the transaction today. Where is your leader, Lord Sau?"
If you are not a member of our clan, you will have different intentions. The relationship between the four clans in the mainland is cold and even hostile. Middle-aged warriors and slave traders have traveled with the goblin tribe many times, and they know very well that the goblin is wary of themselves and others.
Squeak!
As soon as his words fell, the tall gate slowly opened in a burst of teething friction, and a heavily armed earth spirit warrior came over.
"Lord Sau is holding a tribal conference to celebrate the victory just won today. Come with me!"
The goggog warrior said rudely, turned around and left.
The middle-aged warrior and Crystal both heard the noise from the valley, which was faintly mixed with the sound of leather drums. There was no one in it from the gate.
Seeing this situation, the only doubt in the middle-aged warrior's heart was gone, and he immediately drove the mount into the camp.
Crystal didn't dare to lag behind, and he was secretly ashamed of his timidity just now. He quickly straightened up and caught up with the middle-aged warrior, for fear of being looked down on half a step behind.
Other soldiers also followed one after another, only the young mage frowned, slowing down and quietly retreated to the back.
At this time, no one paid attention to the mage, and the guards behind led the gray camel team through the village gate.
The surprise in the eyes of the middle-aged warrior walking ahead is getting stronger and stronger. This gobin tribe is completely different from what he saw two months ago.
The tribal camp used to be a dirty and smelly slum, but now it is a clean and tidy valley town, which has changed too much!
Is it possible that some elves came to take over the Green Wilderness Tribe? The middle-aged warrior couldn't help guessing.
Elves are noble and elegant and like all kinds of beautiful things. If elves are sent to the Green Wild Tribe, it is not strange to make a big change in the camp under their authority.
Boom!
When the middle-aged warrior was secretly speculated, suddenly there was a roar from below, and his body suddenly fell down. Unexpectedly, he fell into the big pit with people and mounts!
Just after half of the slave traders passed through the village gate, there was no warning at all. The ground in front of them suddenly collapsed, revealing a dark deep pit.
Christol, two warriors, more than a dozen escorts, including guides, and nearly ten gray camels all fell in the event of surprise.
"Help! ~”
The exclamations, screams, the sadness of the gray camel, and the sound of sharp objects penetrating the muscles are intertwined. Under this huge pit more than ten feet deep, there are dense piles.
The fallen gray camel and some soldiers died tragically on the spot!
After all, the middle-aged warrior was an experienced strongman. At the moment when the gray camel was stabbed by a wooden stake, he shouted in a low voice and suddenly exerted his strength, and his whole body jumped straight to the ground.
As long as he returns to the ground, with his fighting spirit and fighting skills, even if he can't save the caravan, he is also very sure to break through the siege and escape.
But the next moment, he was completely in despair.
"Fmash!"
More than a dozen big stones were smashed down, almost completely sealing the whole pit!
No matter how capable the middle-aged warrior is, unless he reaches the state of fighting gas and condensing armor, he has no choice but to face the boulder that was smashed at the head.
Before his man rose three feet high, he was knocked down by a boulder weighing thousands of pounds, and his bones were broken on the spot and he died immediately!
Poor middle-aged warrior is a success. He has experienced a lot of dangers in following the slave sales team for more than ten years. He is a relaxed and natural role in single-handedly challenging first-level and second-level monsters. This time, he didn't even see the enemy's face and died in a trap.
A pile of boulders fell, and all the people who fell into the pit and were not stabbed to death by wooden stakes died.
In an instant, the originally weak slave team lost most of its combat power, and the guardmen who did not fall into the pit behind looked at the scene in front of them, and they were all stunned.
"Kill them all, no one left!"
On the top of the stone wall, dozens of bear hammers with tomahawks appeared at the same time and threw their shuttle guns at the guard at a loss below!
"Ah! ~”
More than a dozen escort soldiers were nailed to the ground!
After a long journey of the day, the members of these slave sales team were tired and hungry. When they entered the valley, they only thought of finding a clean place to have a good rest and have a delicious dinner.
No one expected that they would be greeted by a death trap. The defenseless guards didn't even pull out their weapons, and they would resist the wolf-like bear hammers' raids.
Reon, the mastermind of the trap, appeared behind the Zhaimen. Looking at the remaining guards who had completely collapsed, he raised his tomahawk with a ferocious smile.
My Tomahawk has long been hungry and thirsty!
Poo! Puff! huh!
Two guards were directly cut down on the ground, and blood sprayed all over the ground.
Leon stepped on their bodies and strode forward. Instead of financially managing several fleeing enemies, he targeted the magician - this was the last threat.
Before entering the valley, the magician Aklan felt something wrong. Out of instinctive caution, he fell behind.
When the front team fell into the pit, his first reaction was to recite a spell and immediately pulled the reins to control the gray camel to escape.
But the bear hammers that appeared on the stone wall did not ignore the mage, and three sharp shuttle guns shot at him at the same time.
A shuttle gun hit the mage's back, but was bounced off by the sudden white light on his body, while the other two shuttle guns penetrated the body of the gray camel.
The gray camel screamed and fell to the ground with the magician.
The magician's reaction was also good. He rolled to the ground without being pressed, and hurriedly jumped up with his staff tightly.
At this time, Leon was striding from the village gate with a blood-stained tomahawk, less than 20 steps away from him.
The young mage realized that he could not escape. He gritted his teeth and raised his staff, quickly read the spell in his mouth, and stretched out his right palm to point straight at Leon.
An orange fireball appeared in the palm of the mage's hand out of thin air and expanded rapidly!
Magic! Leon was shocked, and the pace of the charge couldn't help but stagnate slightly.
This was the first time he saw a magician cast a spell, and the fireball in the palm of the mage's hand gave him an extremely dangerous feeling.
Intuition tells Leon that if he rushes straight to the mage, the fireball will fly over and bombard him into a ball of fire. Even the steel bones can't bear the power of the flame.
He immediately flashed to one side, bent down and approached his opponent in the shape of a "zhi".
Leon is not sure whether this method of avoiding bullets is equally effective for the magician, but he understands that if the magician is not solved quickly, I'm afraid it will be a big trouble.
Seeing Leon's pace, Aklan's face immediately changed. His fireball could not turn, and the opponent's reaction was just aimed at the weakness of the spell.
The mage retreated tightly and gritted his teeth and was ready to bombard it out first - the fireball took shape, and it was only in vain to consume magic.
Wow!
A huge fireball flew towards Leon at an amazing speed, but it did not hit Leon directly, but bombarded the ground only two or three feet away from him.
Red!
The fireball exploded and exploded a big pit on the ground. Countless fire points were mixed with mud and splashed everywhere.
A lot of fire splashed on Leon.
Leon only felt that his body seemed to be scalded several places at the same time by the soldering iron. The pain was hot, and it was estimated that the skin was burned through!
Magic is really powerful! Leon gritted his teeth and did not stop his pace, but rushed forward faster.
Aklan's face changed again and again. With a wave of his right hand, a circle of fire beads appeared around his palm, and it was beautiful.
"Spell it away!"
An old voice suddenly sounded, followed by an invisible force, driving away all the magic elements around the mage in an instant.
And the circle of fire beads in front of his palm turned into thousands of fire points and disappeared in an instant!
Shaman! Magic dispels!
The young magician smiled helplessly.
Leon heard the voice from Elder Montstein and witnessed the dissipation of the technique. Of course, he did not miss the best opportunity and rushed up.
All casters are afraid of being close to the enemy. The more advanced the spell, the more time it takes to prepare!
Leon remembers all the combat knowledge taught by Elder Monstein clearly. He did not intend to give his opponent another chance to cast spells. He fell to the ground with an axe to see what else he could do.
However, the magician did not give him this opportunity.
"I surrender!"
Before the tomahawk came, the magician decisively dropped the wand in his hand, opened his arms and closed his eyes.
Surrender? Do you think this will be all right?
Leon smiled ferociously, and the tomahawk still waved down - what's there to talk about with an accomplice of a slave trader?
"Lei, don't kill him!"
The voice of Elder Monstein sounded again, and the tomahawk suddenly stopped.
The sharp axe blade was less than half an inch away from the mage's fragile neck. The sharp blade cut a small wound on his skin, and the red blood slowly oozed out.
Aklan slowly opened his eyes and looked at the tomahawk attached to his neck. His handsome face squeezed out a smile that was worse than crying.
"Do I have any deep hatred with you?"
"A slave trader, or a little white face, who will you kill if you don't kill?"
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