Twenty Sided Dice

'Be calm! ' Siegel took up his light crossbow and kept telling himself, "Kill the shooter first, kill the shooter first!"

An arrow flew over, wiped the accountant's hat and stuck it on the car board, which startled the guy. Siegel saw where the arrow was coming from and aimed sideways from the edge of the van. Under the moonlight, two goblins holding short bows were standing on the edge of the jungle and aimed in the direction of the convoy.

After judging the distance, Siegel raised the crossbow a little and fired. The pure iron crossbow arrow "Weng" quickly flew over the battlefield, nailed it precisely in the neck of the archer, and disappeared directly. The goblin fell, clutching his neck, and his short bow fell into the muddy water. Siegel made persistent efforts, taking advantage of the gap between the other goblin's missed shot, and fired again to kill it quickly.

At this time, a loud noise came from the direction behind him. Turning to look, it turned out that a huge wild boar had slammed into the truck and knocked off the sack full of fertile soil. The two-meter-high bear goblin jumped from the pig's back to the roof of the car, holding a shield in one hand and a machete in the other, and let out a ferocious cry.

The coachmen were frightened, and the wooden sticks in several people's hands fell to the ground. The goblin took the opportunity to pounce from the other direction, rushing towards the walkable passage in the middle of the truck with his short body.

Sir Bill rolled out from under the van and stopped right next to the boar. He stabbed with a long sword, penetrated through the wild boar's ear, and directly killed this guy. He stepped on the half ton of fat, as if stepping up a ladder, and immediately came back to the back of the bear goblin.

"Sneak attack!" The goblin bear turned around, and the door-like shield fanned over. Jazz had nowhere to hide at all, and was thrown out at once, and rolled on the ground before he stood up again. The goblin bear waved his machete excitedly, and shouted loudly with his huge tongue out. It stepped forward, the muscles of the whole body trembled, and I don't know how much strength is contained in it.

The goblin rushed up, and Siegel threw the short crossbow away. He pulled out the machete from his waist and yanked the rope that had been prepared on the van with his other hand. The ropes tightened between the wheels, creating criss-crossing blocks in the gaps of several carriages, like tripping ropes. The goblin's sprint had to slow down and find a space in the middle of the rope to land. Siegel wrapped the rope tightly, grabbed a knife and killed the nearest goblin.

"Slash, slash, kick!" Siegel muttered as he overturned the first goblin. Before he could make another cut, another guy jumped down on his head from a height. The squid crouched down hastily, avoiding the waving mace. Then he bounced hard. The training these days worked, and a punch to the sky was hitting the goblin in the nose, knocking him unconscious.

The goblin who fell on the ground wanted to get up, but was knocked down by the one that fell from the air, entangled with each other in a hurry. Siegel quickly stabbed a few times, whether it was in the heart or stomach, as long as the other party was howling—he didn't have much time to aim.

Three drivers have been killed, and three others are fleeing in a panic. Running guys attract goblins to chase, but they won't last long before being stabbed to death in the back. Siegel can't save everyone, he can only try to kill the way out first.

He bravely charged towards the goblin, and he pushed aside the attack of the enemy's weapon, and saw the goblin's defenseless chest. He flicked his free hand in front of the goblin's eyes, and the moment it caught his attention, he stabbed the machete into the goblin's neck with the other.

The smelly liquid sprayed all over his face, and he didn't bother to wipe it, so he hurried to save the nearest driver. The record of killing three goblins finally attracted attention, and five guys rushed up in line with bad intentions.

"Come on, stinky brats!" Siegel laughed excitedly, remembering the days of surfing at sea, and shouted, "Let the waves come!"

Using his machete as a shield, he hit the first goblin hard. The sturdy shoulders made a creaking sound, but still carried the guy directly and rushed towards the second one. The goblin didn't expect the young man on the opposite side to be so brave and could counter-charge, and he was a little overwhelmed. There was a chaotic crashing sound, a bunch of goblins with hands and feet intertwined, screaming, cursing, hugging, and falling into a ball.

The goblin on the top was also the first to be rammed, and he was still dazed, with his mace dangling wildly. Siegel grabbed the weapon, raised his hands like chopping wood, and knocked down the heads of the five goblins one by one. With five bangs like a smashed watermelon, the chaos quickly ended, and the mace was smashed to pieces.

The squid gasped heavily, picked up the machete that had fallen on the ground, and began to look for the next opponent.

The battle between Sir and Goblin Bear was intensified, one with superb combat skills and the other with infinite strength. The shield made of door panels blocked most of the directions that Jazz could use to attack, and the enemy's tall body had a wider attack distance.

Sir held the sword in both hands, resting the hilt beside his waist, the tip of the sword pointed diagonally upwards, and moved around the goblin bear with a T-step. With this posture, he has left three wounds on the enemy's knife-wielding arm, and blood is constantly flowing down. The goblin bear was so angry that he groaned, but he didn't dare to raise his knife and slash casually.

The gray-black eyes rolled, and the goblin bear suddenly thought of a bad idea. He shouted, raised the machete high again, and took a big step forward. Then he suddenly threw out the machete in his hand, hid behind the shield and rushed up.

The machete whirled towards Sir Bill's face with a loud whistling sound. The ser knew how powerful the monster was, and he swung his sword with both hands and knocked the machete into the air—the shock made his arm go numb. When the shield pressed down like a wall, he could only roll to the side, avoiding the collision route.

But before he could stand up, the goblin bear kicked his long sword.

"Stinky thing, wait for Grandpa to smash you!" The goblin bear shouted, raising his iron shoes again.

Jazz curled up his legs and tried to reach for the boots. At this moment, a burning torch flew from the direction of the truck and slammed into the back of the bear goblin's head, causing the flames to fly. The rough-skinned monster just screamed and swayed, but was not injured.

But this momentary delay is enough to change everything. Jazz took the opportunity to pull out the dagger hidden in the boot, and one flew into the monster's eye socket, and one into the knuckle behind the knee. With the movement of shrinking his legs, he stepped on the crotch of the goblin bear vigorously, and slid away a distance with the momentum. Jazz stood up and pulled out the short blade from his waist.

Siegel finished throwing the torches and turned to kill the last few goblins.

The goblin bear couldn't stand still, couldn't see, and staggered staggeringly. He pulled out the dagger from his eye socket with one hand, but he couldn't cover the blood that kept dripping out. The goblin bear wailed in pain, knowing that he would die.

Sir Bill stood majestically in front of the goblin bear, the long sword in his hand reflecting a silvery white brilliance in the moonlight.

"Atonement, evil creature."

Goblin Bear tried to raise his shield to resist, but this time he was a step late, his head first flew into the sky, and then fell to the ground with a plop.

"Flee!" the goblins shouted. They grabbed whatever was around them, either a blanket or a broken pot, and ran towards the jungle. Goblins know that humans can't see anything in the dark, so they will never chase into the jungle, as long as they escape, they can be safe.

Siegel raised his crossbow and shot two more arrows, only hitting one goblin. The crossbow was stained with mud and worked in the wet environment for a long time, causing the last arrow to lose its aim.

The remaining three goblins escaped into the jungle, and there was no way to chase them.

Accountant McKate was stunned by the flying arrows after the battle began. As a result, all the goblins thought it was a corpse and ignored him. Luckily, he became the least injured caravan member. Now he was forced to stand in the most conspicuous position by the campfire, with a long stick in charge of the sentry.

Sir Bill gave the wounded a simple bandage, while Siegel learned, and then went to help. Of the ten drivers, five died, one ran into the woods and never came back, and the other was seriously injured and lay in the car. Fortunately, the remaining three drivers were only slightly injured and were able to walk on their own.

After burying the dead and comforting the living, everyone found that the truck loaded with fertile soil was damaged: the wheel was broken into three pieces, and even the best carpenter could not repair it. McCarthy promises that each driver will get two more gold coins, and that the dead will also receive ten gold coins in the pension - there is nothing for those who run away. The morale of the driver improved a little, and then the accountant strangely asked everyone to throw away a cart full of apple seedlings, and then move bags of fertile soil to the vacated cart, which took a long time.

"What's in these bags?" Sir Bill frowned. The accountant's unusual behavior made him suspicious. He reached for a bag and threw it in front of McKate. The bag made an arc and landed on the slippery mud with a thud.

"Almost smashed me to death, you mercenary!" The accountant was startled and shouted suddenly. After shouting, he felt inappropriate again, and seeing that Sir Bill's right hand had already put on the hilt of the sword, he hurriedly changed his tone to please: "Don't worry, UU reading www.uukanshu.com is actually filled with dirt. ."

Sir snorted, drew his dagger, crouched down, and cut the mouth of the bag. He tore it open with force, only to see some black-yellow soil inside, mixed with some rotten grass stems and leaf fragments, and a smell of putrefaction emanated. Wearing leather gloves, he stretched out his hand to dig it out, a bag full of such things.

"It's all dirt, are you satisfied?" The accountant rushed forward and closed the bag. "Although this is dirt, it is also the boss's important cargo. You received the contract, so you can't just find a reason to default on your debt just because someone died, right?"

Sir thoughtfully looked at the handful of soil in the palm of his hand, which was soft and soft, and it smelled nothing out of the ordinary. He thought quietly for a while, but always felt that something was wrong. He looked at Siegel, who was also puzzled, and the accountant, who was evading his eyes, and suddenly had a thought in his mind.

He folded his hands together, sandwiched the black soil between his palms, and rubbed it hard. The impurities were squeezed out from between his fingers and the base of his palm, and the smell became stronger and stronger. The faster he rubbed it, the more smoke seemed to rise between his hands. Everyone looked at him, and the Jazz spread his hands now.

I saw that his original complete leather gloves had many scratches, and some places were damaged. In a broken wound, there were very fine yellow sand that was finer than dust. Jazz blew lightly, and the fine sand changed color, from yellow to black, very ordinary.

Siegel also saw something wrong. He knew that the Jazz's gloves were durable and slip-resistant, and while they were inconspicuous, they were excellent equipment. Only a sharp blade can cut through that pair of gloves, and the mere loam can't do that at all.