Mercenaries and Adventurers

Kiel's words made everyone in the VIP room laugh.

Obviously, as the backbone personnel of various chambers of commerce, they often receive news of attacks on their own chambers of commerce's caravans. As for the losses, it can be seen from the fact that one trade route can support so many bandit gangs, and it is estimated that it is indispensable.

But Keir didn't finish his sentence. After pondering for a moment, he continued, "However, you have to be careful. The wolves have been driven away, and the tigers have come again."

"oh?"

Mr. Scott asked with a smile, "Tiger? Are you talking about those fluffy little things? That's all? Ha."

The disdainful voice seemed that although he was optimistic about the strength of the long-haired bobcat orc, he still didn't take it seriously.

But Mr. Puntolisa rubbed his fingers against the gray beard on his cheek, and frowned: "Knight Kiel, please continue."

Kiel shrugged his shoulders: "Although those small alien races still live in the mountains and forests, they have not had large-scale contact with human society. But if they are called up and armed, they will drive away the trade roads near Dorne Town. What about the human bandits that are dangerous, and then replace those human bandits? Will things become more complicated than the current situation?"

"Ordinary bandits are hard to deal with, not to mention the ability of this little thing to rob caravans in the remote and uninhabited wilderness. I think that as long as there is a tribe of long-haired lynx orcs, it is a tribe, right?"

Mr. Puntorissa, who knew the long-haired lynx orcs best, nodded.

"As long as a tribe has tasted the sweetness of plundering human caravans, let them spread the news widely among alien groups. Then there will be no peaceful days on the trade road. Think about it, you have to be on guard all the time. There are foreign races sneaking up in the knee-deep grass, can the caravan still spend the night in the wild?"

All the businessmen present realized the problem, and their faces were ugly.

"So, Knight Kiel. Are we going to give these little aliens to this?"

Mr. "Dry Flat Olier" stretched out his hand to make a knife and wiped his neck, the meaning is self-evident.

Mr. Ottosfetten waved his hand: "Please don't do such terrible things, okay? Although the knight said it was terrible, we have never heard of similar news, right? Although these dexterous long-haired lynx orcs Stronger than goblins, but still friendly to humans. Isn't that right, Mr. Puntorissa?"

The gray-haired Mr. Bantorissa was silent for a while, then nodded: "Although they have some abilities, their development level is still immature after all. What they were like decades ago is what they are now. So, relying on them alone In my own words, at least hundreds of thousands of years will not be a climate. Going back to the original question, Otto Sfitten, it is better not to send people and invest in arming them. These little long-haired guys should stay in their Living in the mountains and forests. Even if our own affairs are troublesome, it is best not to rely on foreign races."

Mr. Puntolisa's final speech was unanimously recognized and applauded by everyone in the VIP room.

Accompanied by the sparse applause at the top of the fighting arena, the situation in the arena below is equally interesting.

Especially when there is applause.

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Let's go back in time to Mr. Ottosfetten's question to our Kiel.

At this time, the ground was reddish and the **** smell was overflowing on the sandy field. The situation of the two sides in the battle was basically clear.

On the side of the long-haired lynx orcs, except for a dizzy guy who was hit by a wooden stick and rested far away against the wall of the arena, the other seven long-haired lynx orcs, surrounded by a circle, will still Recalcitrant goblin bosses surround the field.

They are agile and flexible, and they can easily dodge the violent wooden sticks of the goblin boss just by moving their short legs and jumping sideways.

Not to mention that they also have a thin and long, but very strong and powerful tail. With this tail, the long-haired lynx orcs can rely on the tail to support the ground out of thin air at a critical moment, thus changing the direction of any movement of their bodies.

All in all, the situation has the upper hand. Although there is no way to take down the 'tall' goblin bosses who are protected by bone armor, they still have the initiative in the battle.

As for the goblins, the four goblins who had been defeated at the beginning still hadn't gotten up from the ground. They wailed and cursed loudly, even if the humans onlookers couldn't understand what the goblin was cursing, they were still not good words. This was all too familiar to the poor onlookers who also spoke uncleanly.

Everyone can guess what. It is nothing more than greeting the health of the other party's whole family, as well as the reproductive status of the other party's female and the loyalty of the partner.

But after these four unlucky guys turned over from the lying state during the battle, everyone discovered at this time that these four guys were unexpectedly attacked by the melee long-haired lynx orcs at the beginning of the battle. He scratched his eyes with the broken weapons he picked up.

At least as far as those who were lying on the edge of the auditorium saw, the eyes of these four goblins were completely blind. Let alone participating in this battle, it would be difficult for them to walk normally afterwards.

If this happens in human society, there is still a possibility for the wounded to be healed in the church. Even if it costs a lot to treat with divine magic, there is always this possibility.

But in the goblin society, let’s think of it as a goblin society. The current situation of these four goblins is basically the situation in the goblin society that has been sentenced to death and received a death notice.

Being driven to the wilderness or the forest to fend for itself is already considered good. If you are less lucky, you may even be sacrificed to unknown things by other goblins. What's more, they will be directly executed by the goblin leader, and then the corpse will be placed in a tree hole to cultivate mushrooms or meat worms.

It is very possible to use it as a live bait to lure other voracious beasts.

And the other three goblins, whose green buttocks were bleeding, were lying on the ground in large characters at this time, already exhaling more and breathing less. The blood, which was as bright red as that of humans, was no less than the amount of animal plasma splashed on the field by the fat thugs before, staining the already reddish sandy ground.

The last four ordinary goblins huddled next to the metal fence when they came, taking the image of the classic goblins in people's traditional impression, trying to survive, trying to be as soon as the battle was declared over. Get inside the lowered metal fence.

Where do you come from and where do you go back.

Even though they came in awe-inspiring manner, now they are as humble and pitiful as a few jerboas.

In the end, only the goblin leader was still fighting. If the embarrassment in the difficult situation of the battle could be called a battle.

Then it is indeed fighting.

This guy looked angry at first, and repeatedly chased every little fluffy ball closest to it, but soon, with its small brain capacity, it still made it understand one thing.

With the flexibility of those little plush balls, it is estimated that it will never be able to catch any opponent to vent its anger.

Not only that, chasing back and forth, getting angry, roaring, smashing the ground, including the actions made after being actively provoked, all of which consumed more than half of its physical strength.

I used to think that wearing a suit of homemade bone armor might not lose to human security guards, but now it makes it feel so heavy?

In the past, the thick wooden sticks that were easy to use in the past, now, why do both of its arms feel sore and unbearable?

The right arm had no strength, so it had to hand over the thick wooden stick to the left arm, but soon the left arm had no strength, so it had to insert the weapon on a thick hemp rope that the bone armor used as a belt.

But even if its hands were empty at this time, it didn't extinguish the idea of ​​grabbing those nasty little plush **** with both hands.

But it thinks too much.

These small hairballs who call themselves warriors among the long-haired lynx orcs are indeed, as they themselves say, some of the deadliest real hunters in the mountains and forests.

Although he is small in stature, he doesn't look like much flesh, and his whole body is fluffy. But these little guys are really dangerous, especially when hunting in packs.

"Wooooow!"

"Meow woo woo!"

At this time, they called each other. Although ordinary people looked confused, Keel just glanced at it and knew that this was a tactic they were discussing to take down the goblin leader.

"Woo!"

After a few short exchanges, they seemed to have reached a plan, and then under the command of one of the melee long-haired lynx orcs, they took advantage of the moment when the goblin leader was in a trance due to exhaustion.

The seven long-haired lynx orcs who surrounded the goblin leader in a loose circle rushed towards the center of the circle at the same time - the direction of the goblin leader.

By the time the goblin leader reacted, it was already too late.

Accompanied by one after another body rotation with sufficient strength and the tail being thrown out, the wrists, ankles, and neck of the goblin leader were all **** by the slender and strong plush tail.

Especially its two ankles were firmly entangled by the tails of four long-haired lynx orcs.

The next moment, before the goblin leader could break free, the three long-haired lynx orcs who tied the goblin leader's neck and wrists ran vigorously in the same direction.

The other four long-haired lynx orcs dragged the goblin leader's ankles and ran in the opposite direction of the former.

Under the pull of these two opposite forces, the goblin leader was directly pulled to the ground.

boom!

He fell heavily to the ground.

As soon as he fell down, the two melee long-haired bobcat orcs who tied their tails to its ankles immediately untied their tails, and then the tails twitched and supported the ground with all their strength. Supporting these two brave guys, they quickly jumped towards the head of the goblin leader.

At this moment, the goblin leader didn't know what was going on. He was pulled and fell down in the bewilderment just now. In the next moment, two long-haired bobcat orcs pounced on his head and face, and his eyes went black.

Completely scrapped.

It turned out to be those two brave melee fighters. After jumping up, they directly used the broken weapons in their hands. Before the goblin leader could react, they took the opportunity to poke through the observation hole on the front of the calf's skull. A pair of blood-red eyes of the goblin leader.

"Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!"

This is very unfavorable.

The goblin leader in pain and horror exerted a violent force, tearing away the force that trapped his arm, and then tried to grasp the two bold things on its head and face with his feeling in the severe pain.

But when he slammed his hands around his body, it was in vain.

It clenched its fist angrily and slammed it to the ground.

"Awwhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Out of anger, the goblin leader pulled out the thick wooden stick from his waist and slammed the ground around him.

At this time, everyone knew that the goblin was over, at least there was no possibility of a comeback. So the surrounding poor gamblers shouted loudly, cursed, praised, laughed, cried, and screamed.

One by one excited and crazy, cheering and hating.

These faces, which are even more distorted than evil spirits, blow up the fur of the long-haired lynx orcs who are about to kill the goblin leader in the arena, and their big round eyes are wide open. , the pupils of the eyes shrank into a line.

And the sharp claws on the palms that they have evolved and seldom use, are rarely seen protruding from the front of the small palms at this moment. The long tails are also raised high, stretching straight into the air behind them, subconsciously increasing their power and intimidating the opponent.

This is the primal instinct to scare the long-haired lynx orcs.

It can only be said that at the moment when the outcome of the game is decided, the various grotesque appearances of human beings are still beyond the imagination of these uncivilized alien races.

At this time, applause was heard one by one on the viewing VIP platform at the height of the fighting arena.

It seems to encourage and congratulate the long-haired lynx orc for winning the fight.

At least everyone who heard it thought so, but they didn't know that the big figures above, except for Mr. Keir and Mr. Scott who were close to the stone fence, no one else saw the cooperation scene of the alien race winning the victory just now. .

Compared with the battles in the arena below, those big shots discussed and discussed matters of a higher level.

But the goblin leader whose eyes were poked blind felt nothing but shame from the winning applause of those 'congratulations' fluffy things, which belonged to it!

It applause!

It's a win!

It's everything! !

As a former ordinary goblin captured by human hunters, compared to an ordinary member of the goblin tribe, in this place that is abstract and grotesque to it, it is its goblin's life. The most important place, the most important everything.

Here it reaped the victory of the battle, the cheers and 'praise' of human beings, and the delicious food that it had never thought of before. It was something it could never enjoy in the tribe.

In the past, before it was captured by humans, what it ate the most every day was the mushrooms grown from rotting wood and plants in the tribe. Not only were those things not enough to fill you up, but you also had to spend a long time lying down on the bed after eating them. Rest on the ground to relieve mushroom poison.

Where is all the beauty now.

And it used to be a lowly goblin coolie who was scolded and summoned, but in this **** cave of humans (it thinks), it is the leader of the goblin boss who scolded and beat other goblins, directly surpassing the ordinary goblins. A class of Bollinger warriors (Like Goblins, etc.).

Not to mention that in this **** burrow, there are female goblins who were also captured by human hunters. Of those female goblins, she has always been the only one who can enjoy it.

But now, with the broken eyes, the exhaustion of the body, the cheers and praises of the surrounding human beings looking for another master, and the transfer of the applause that should be given to itself, everything is gone.

All of this should be its own! In this **** burrow, it is the one that cannot be defeated, invincible!

"Aoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!"

The goblin leader took a deep breath, then roared violently, making the loudest sound in his life, accusing the surrounding humans and announcing his own existence.

Then.

Its left arm was propped on the ground, and although its right hand was sore, it still tightly held its most convenient weapon, facing the exact direction of the sound and the applause.

Throw the weapon in your hand heavily!

"Crack, croak, croak!!!"

That was its last roar, and that was its name.

it knows.

it has seen.

In this **** burrow, it doesn't matter what they fight on the scarlet sandy ground, but as long as they attack the surrounding humans, the next step is massacre, the massacre of those guys fighting on the field.

And the whipping of all the guys who are going to be arranged to fight in the place where they are kept and held further below.

it understands.

What are the consequences of doing this.

But what does it matter?

It loses, it loses its wins, it loses its admiration, and it loses everything. Not to mention that it also lost its eyes to see at the same time.

Ah, eyes, I just don’t know, what does my own eyes taste like?

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While the senior executives of the chamber of commerce were applauding Mr. Puntorissa's speech, the winner had already been decided in the arena below.

Accompanied by the cries and howls of the poor gamblers, the heavily injured goblin leader let out an unusual roar.

This attracted the attention of the merchants. Although several people were not very interested in this battle, they still wanted to take a look when they came back. But it was this glance that made several people's eyes widen.

That guy, the goblin boss, actually threw the thick wooden stick in his hand towards the front of the VIP room.

"ah-"

Mr. Ottosfetten's face turned pale instantly, and he exclaimed, his whole body remained motionless, as if he had been stunned in place.

"careful!"

Mr. Scott could only yell hastily, and then ducked his head down, trying to rely on the stone fence to resist the unexpected attack.

"Um."

After all, Mr. Puntolisa was old. Although he realized that he had to dodge at this moment, his fifty-year-old body, which had been weathered by wind and rain, was still unable to move like a rusted metal part. Even though it usually looks like his movements are as vigorous as that of a young man, at this moment, he finally realized one thing, that he is already old.

"Sir, be careful!"

The chunky steward Rosa uncharacteristically did not dodge at this moment. For himself, his short and fat body was not easy to be seriously injured by the roaring thick wooden stick throwing attack. But he didn't dodge, he didn't dodge, even if it was easy for him. The guy jumped up with short and thick legs, and jumped directly in front of Mr. Puntolisa, trying to block the sudden attack with his thick and fat body.

"Damn it!"

This is the voice of Mr. "Dry Flat Olier". At this moment, he directly raised his right leg while sitting, and at the same time crossed his arms in front of his head and face. Facing such a sudden attack, both of his legs were broken. The arm is better than being hit in the head and face of the body. After all, he himself is a believer of the God of Wealth, and he is also an important person in Dorne Town. The serious injury of the severed limb and limb is only a "minor injury" that can be healed in half a day under the prayer and treatment of the God of Wealth Church.

"snort."

Kiel was the first of all to notice the goblin boss attack. Although he was puzzled as to why that stupid thing would do this, he judged the power of the thick wooden stick thrown with just a quick glance. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

But that's all.

He just snorted coldly when the others were evading defenses or indifferent actions, and he took a step in an instant, blocking the spinning flight path behind the thick wooden stick.

Immediately, he pulled the newly bought cloak behind him with his right hand, causing the 'Night Ambition' to sway quickly in the palm of his hand.

Crash, clack!

The cloak was full of strength in the swing, and he swung it forward, colliding with the thick wooden stick that was flying.

The soft cloth seemed to be far stronger than everyone imagined. It was like a heavy hammer made of iron during the impact, smashing the thick wooden stick into the air.

And as Kiel flicked the cloak again, these broken pieces of wood and wood residue were all thrown to the audience below.

"ah?"

"What?"

"awesome!"

"Kill Knight!"

"Be careful!"

The exclamation and astonishment of the crowd was only for a moment, and Kiel let go of the cloak on his right hand with a cold face, and then twitched and flicked the hilt of the long sword on his left waist.

Clang—

A beam of white light fell from the sky like summer lightning, leaving only a fleeting white spot in everyone's sight.

In the next moment, on the **** ground of the arena, the goblin boss who committed the crime of attacking the VIP room was left with only a blue-green sword hilt pierced on his crushed and broken face, suppressing it with great force. The entire head was tightly bound on the blood-red sandy ground.

Nail firmly.

Only the body of the Goblin leader, whose hands and feet were still twitching, was wearing a bone armor and a seemingly solid calf skull helmet.