Heaven’s Intention

The three of them were not quite sober just now, and felt that since the opponent was fighting, it was natural that the opponent's overall combat power was stronger. Only now can I think about it carefully. Although I haven't figured out the basic situation, I already feel a little depressed.

On the one hand, they didn't want to be cut by these goblins and lose the prey they harvested today and some supplies they brought with them. On the other hand, in order to vent their anger, the three of them turned back directly after a few words.

After a while, the three of them made a detour and returned to the vicinity of the town where they were temporarily stationed.

Generally speaking, if you are sneaking into a goblin gathering place, you have to be prepared for traps. Exploring the way with a long weapon is the best choice, but it doesn't have to be the case now that the three of them are away for a few minutes.

In just a short while, the bonfire in the simple quarters of the three of them had been extinguished.

Fortunately, they still have some. Farfell's eyes were fierce, and he didn't care even if there was no fire, and told his companions with gestures.

The three of them secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but they were a little afraid that the other party would retreat quickly after the snatch was over. If this happens, they can only choose between returning here and raiding the goblin lair.

The three adventurers approached slowly, looked at each other, and then Romon began counting the seconds with gestures.

three!

two!

one!

Kill! Nick growled, holding the sword in his hand, and rushed out first. The goblins who were tidying up their things not far away were startled and shouted chaotically. When they saw Nick's appearance clearly, they immediately showed a look of horror.

Obviously, although it is still night, the goblin's eyesight is not like that of humans, and they can still see clearly in the dark. Therefore, the goblin meat shield tied to Nick's hand really frightened them.

Romon and Farfell also followed with their weapons in hand.

Not for a while after the hand-to-hand combat, there were no standing goblins in the field of vision.

It's really weak. Nick complained, apparently because of the enemy's weakness, which made him feel that the retreat just now was a stain on his life.

Romon was busy making up the knife and scalping, so he ignored him.

Hey. Farfell smiled. He picked up a few throwing spears on the ground and asked Romon, How many are lying on the ground?

That's right, the number is about the same, a dozen or so in total, but probably a few escaped. Romon finished making up on every goblin he could find on the ground, and weighed the small cloth bag in his hand, which contained eight goblins. With a bloody scalp, he sighed, Click to see how many things are left. After the goblins have turned over, it is really horrible.

My bow is still there, but I can't find any arrows. Farfell rummaged through the collapsed tent for a while, frowning. Although his bow is a short bow, it is not suitable for the goblin's physique, and the arrow is sharp iron. Who knows what it will be like by the disgusting hands of the goblin.

It's really unlucky, maybe our meat has been ruined. Nick squatted on the ground, his burly body huddled up, complaining a little depressed.

It doesn't matter, at most it's washed and sold to Aunt Heather's hotel. Farfell said, and then sighed, It's a pity I didn't get to eat more.

That's how you eat. Romon rummaged through the goblin's corpse, Do you want to eat more? He found a cloth bag, opened it, and saw that there were iron arrowheads inside, I found it! ’ he called to Farfell, ‘your arrows.’

Farfell took a look and frowned, Why are they all broken off?

Maybe it's intended to be mounted on a wooden stick, and also made into a throwing spear. Romon shrugged. Who knows what these little things think?

Well, let's pack up our things. Pharfell also packed up and asked Romon, If we leave now, when will we be able to return to town?

It's not a good time to go now, it will be very dark before dawn.

Romon calculated the time, Probably just in time for the opening of the town in the morning!

It doesn't matter if it's dark, Farfell packed his things, I still want to go back to town and get a good night's sleep. After a while, he suddenly felt strange, Nick! Don't sit still, come help Pack your things~

He won't be too tired to fall asleep. Romon also felt strange.

Farfell walked over, stretched out his hand and pushed him: Nick, Nick?

Then Nick's squatting body fell limp and fell to the ground.

Originally... everything was pretty good.

Romon invites his friends Faffel and Nick to go out for an adventure. Because the three of them are well prepared, they hunt two elks in a short time. Although the goblins attack the trail at night, they are also killed by the three of them. As long as they return to the town, the three of them will receive a bounty of more than 50 silver coins, which is not bad.

But soon, within the time of a few words, the originally good situation immediately took a turn for the worse.

After Nick fell down again within this day, Farfell and Romon knew that something was wrong with him no matter how poor their eyesight was.

What's going on? Farfell was very anxious after seeing his friend's pain, What should we do?

Let's go back to the town to find the pastor. Romon rested his hand on his forehead. He also had some headaches, and when he thought of the situation after carrying Nick back to town, he felt very depressed.

The total population of the town is only seven to eight hundred people, and if there is a slight disturbance, it will be known to everyone in less than half an hour. Yesterday, the three lively young men went out for an adventure together. A day later, the two of them carried a wounded man back.

No, you shouldn't go back to the town to find the priest, Romon weighed it over and over again, and then said back: We are in the forest now, let's go find the druid.

He looked for a reason: Nick's condition is very bad now, the sooner he can get treatment, the better.

Yes! Romon, you know Master Jaffa, Farfell agreed after hearing this. After all, the druid's treatment is also good: Let's go to Master Jaffa.

The two made a stretcher and went forward under the guidance of Romon to find the druid's hut in the forest.

Although the druid Jafa also has a residence in the town, he prefers to live in the forest and touch the plants, but he may also live near the altar of the goddess in order to teach new druids.

Because the hut is located in the shallow forest and is very close to the town, if the three of them fail to find the Druid at the hut in the forest, they can continue to return to the town without taking a long detour.

However, Romon's luck is not bad.

Soon, they arrived near Master Jaffa's hut. This is a good place, and the surrounding environment has a natural atmosphere that makes Romon feel comfortable.

Dark! Near the hut, Romon met the warg raised by Master Jaffa. Romon turned to Farfell and said, Dark is the teacher's pet dog. Since it is here, my teacher must be here too!

Hmm! Hmm! Farfell reluctantly replied, he was a little scared when he looked at Dak. Although it has a tame-sounding name, its styling is really not tame.

It was a big dog, a very big black dog, almost as big as a calf. The short black fur all over the body is shiny, and the muscles under the fur are also bulging up one by one, obviously receiving good care. The most special is its pair of black and bright eyes, which seem to be able to speak.

Fafell, put the stretcher down first. Romon squatted down after saying that. Farfell had no choice but to squat down in the same way, otherwise the wounded lying on the stretcher would be thrown down.

Dark. Romon squatted down and said, I'm going to see the teacher now, can you let me go?

Although Romon spoke steadily as usual, to Farfell, this tone was almost solemn, and he suddenly felt that he had a sudden headache.

Druids have had a lot of contact with animals and plants. Sure enough...well, it's really strange. Farfell frowned, it was hard for him to understand the situation like now.

Farfell was patient, watching Romon communicate with the big black dog named Duck for a while, he felt a little irritable, so he could only try to take care of the old man on the stretcher, so as to relieve his anxiety.

We can go there. After waiting for a while, Romon turned and told him.

When you arrive at someone else's place, it is common to report first, but through a big dog... Farfer curled his lips, feeling so weird in his heart, he had to feel ashamed secretly.

The two carried the stretcher and followed the big dog. Before they had walked a few steps, Fafer couldn't bear his curiosity. He leaned forward slightly to suppress his voice and wanted to ask questions, but he swallowed it after thinking about it .

There was no talking all the way, and after a while, Farfell saw an open space in the dense forest. It's so beautiful! He admired in his heart.

It's almost one o'clock ahead! Romon said, he finally felt relieved, it would be a disaster if he encountered any attack along the way.

In the dense forest, the trees look sparse, and there is a small wooden house among the sparse trees. The brook ran swiftly across the bed in front of the house. The light of the morning sun passes through the dense leaves on the treetops, and the mottled light spots slant on the ground.

Farfell thought he could vaguely see figures in front of the house, barely discernible against the mottled green background.

The big dog Duck's small steps gradually accelerated, and he ran faster and faster. After jumping over the creek, he squatted directly under the druid's feet.

After the two approached, they carefully lowered the stretcher.

Teacher! Romon saluted nervously, with a respectful look. This is the first time he actually saw this middle-aged druid. Before, Romon had no source of information other than some simple impressions in his memory. No, it seems that I have seen it in an illusory dream.

Romon still vaguely remembered something, and it didn't seem like a good dream, and it might even be a nightmare.

But this is a dream after all, a fantasy in my heart.