Undead Farm

Chapter 8 The Skull in the Tent
Seeing the tragic death of his companion, the remaining goblins surrounded him nervously, and the one-armed goblin even pushed the leading old goblin in front of him as a shield.

"See clearly? Many, how many people?!"

"Boss, it seems... just one person?"

"one person?"

Shouting another arrow, but this time the goblins were prepared, and the one-armed goblin knocked the arrow away with a single blow, and stood up vigorously.

"Hmph! You are very courageous, aren't you? Are you here to save Grandpa?"

It refers to none other than the already exposed Night Watcher.

Ye Sangen looked at the bow in his hand, sighed, put on his long sword, and walked out.

The bows and arrows made by the goblins are crude, they can only kill and aim within ten meters, and when the opponent is prepared, the slow arrow speed is difficult to pose a threat.

The reason for standing up is naturally not to save the old bone, but Ye San understands one thing more deeply.

If he wants to survive, he must become stronger.

If he doesn't practice with these goblins in front of him now, what will he do when he encounters stronger enemies in the future?
wait to die?
That's not his style in the middle of the night.

Only what is in one's own hands is destiny. Count on the system?
What comes inexplicably may go away inexplicably. He can use it, but he cannot rely on it.

Moreover, he will not lose.

"You dare to come to Lao Tzu's territory alone, don't worry, I will give you a good time!"

The one-armed goblin swung the dagger in his hand, then kicked his companion in front of him.

"What are you doing in a daze, let's go together!"

Ye Sangeng was wearing a piece of ordinary leather armor, and he wasn't worried about that. Ordinary human soldiers would at most hit a goblin twice, but there are six of them now. Although they are only old and weak, they are also enough.

What it is more concerned about is the sword in the opponent's hand. It doesn't look like standard equipment, but it doesn't matter, just let its stupid companions be cannon fodder first, and then it can finish the damage.

I don't know whether it was due to the power of the one-armed goblins, or whether their desire for food defeated their reason. As expected, those goblins rushed towards midnight in a swarm, and even the old man with a cane followed. later.

Sigh, a goblin threw out the wooden spear in his hand, Ye San Geng dodged it with a slight shake, then he pulled out the wooden spear stuck beside him and swung open the other spear that came over , with a wave of his right hand, a severed arm holding a stone ax fell to the ground.

Before the opponent howled in pain, he stabbed the wooden spear in his hand into the opponent's wide-open mouth.

"One."

Ye Sangen kicked away the spear-holding goblin who was out of balance, then ducked down and let the two throwing axes pass by, and with a swipe, the two goblins were instantly disemboweled, clutching and pouring out His intestines fell down.

"Three."

At this moment, the goblin who had been kicked dizzily had just recovered, but before he could see the situation clearly, a silver light flashed, and a head flew high.

"Four."

Seeing this terrible scene, the old goblin who had just arrived turned his head and left without saying a word, but Ye Sangen ignored it and suddenly turned forward.

"Humph!"

Ye Sangeng snorted, and glanced at his left arm, a smear of black and red blood seeped from the edge of the leather armor.

"Hey! Die!"

The one-armed goblin who sneaked up on him while his companions were fighting each other rubbed his body again, swung his dagger and slashed at Ye Sangeng who hadn't stood up yet.

Humans squatting on the ground, no matter whether they are hiding or blocking, they will definitely not be able to withstand its chain slashing!
This is suppression!

The corner of the one-armed goblin's mouth curled up, as if it had heard the sound of grease dripping from the opponent's white and tender arm as it rested on the bonfire.

Seeing that blood was about to be spilled on the spot in the middle of the night, but he didn't dodge it, half turned around and raised his sword to stab, only heard two pops, the one-armed goblin widened his eyes, and knelt down.

"you……"

Ye Sangeng glanced at the dagger cut into his shoulder, and frowned.

The pain has been greatly relieved by the body of the undead. He is not worried about it. What he is worried about is that only six goblins, who are not even as good as farmers, can make him suffer such serious injuries.

This shows that he is not strong enough!
"Don't kill me, don't kill me! I'm old, sour, smelly and my teeth are clogged. It doesn't taste good!"

In the middle of the night, he looked up, and the old bone had already used his sword to fight back the runaway old goblin, and now it was begging for mercy with snot and tears.

Old man versus old man, of course the swordsman is better.

One arrow shot, one spear pierced, two disemboweled, one owl head, one stabbed heart, plus the captured one is exactly seven, as long as the old goblin is killed, the soul power of Ye San Geng today can reach 11 points , Disband the old bones before dawn tomorrow, and you can spend another day in peace.

But he didn't do this in the middle of the night. He first asked Old Bones to mend the swords of the two disemboweled goblins who were not dead, and then compared the swords with the old goblins.

"Take me to your camp."

"Camp? I...we don't have a camp."

Old Goblin looked at midnight in horror.

At midnight, he shrugged and moved the sword between the old man's legs.

"No! I'll take you there, I'll take you there, but you have to promise to let me live!"

Ye Sangen shook his head,
"I can only guarantee that you will not become like this."

After speaking, he let the old bone take off its disguise, and a miserable white skeleton appeared in front of the old goblin.

Seeing this scene, Old Goblin nearly passed out with his eyelids rolled up. Fortunately, he wanted to fight someone just now. He is a fucking undead!
However, it seemed to have thought of some terrible consequences. It gritted its trembling teeth and walked towards the depths of the woods with a pale face.

It is afraid of death, but it is even more afraid that its soul and body will be controlled and played with by others after death. It is said that some perverted necromancers will detain the souls of the deceased for eternity, torturing them every day for fun.

Comparing the two, Old Goblin instantly accepted his fate.

What if, what if the other party will kindly let it go later?
And two hours later, what it expected in case did not come...

Ye Sangen wiped the blood stains on the sword and nodded with satisfaction.

As he expected, creatures like goblins would form a group at any time, even if they were the losers who were eliminated.

The two contradictory personalities of timidity and cruelty make them survive only if they hug together.

And the group outside just now should belong to the only fighters in this small group, and most of these in the camp are gatherers, women and children.

A total of eighteen goblins, male and female, old and young, lacking weapons and starving, did not spend Ye Sangeng much energy at all.

They can't even escape.

Mental burden?

The skulls of human children in the little goblin tent were used as balls to play with. Even if there was no such thing, an undead in the middle of the night would not need such extra emotion of pity.

He just needs to live.

"Huh? Looks like I found something good."

Ye Sangeng opened a dilapidated tent and licked his pale lips.

(End of this chapter)