Chapter 87: The Great Wilderness Bandit Suppression Record (3)

The Bear Goblin Tribe, which was set as its next target, is only more than ten kilometers away from here and is not far from the old nest of the Centaur robber.

Yang Dashuan's wishful thinking was clattering. When these small tribes living in the wasteland were all captured, Robert's troops should fight the centaur robbers to the death. At that time, he would appear in the posture of a savior and get a big advantage without any effort.

Anyway, Yang Dashuan would not feel any guilt towards the Principality if he did this.

If the Regent Richard wants to deal with him, he will not fight back, it is not Lao Yang's personality.

Three bear goblins were secretly rushing to their homes with a team of slaves with war beasts. Yang Dashuan crossed his legs and looked at the bear goblins who were leading the way. I don’t know what happened, but he suddenly felt like the Japanese Japanese on black and white TV in the 1970s and 1980s - the bear goblins who were forced to lead the way with a broken pot were a great good citizen.

Yang Dashuan laughed a little. If a spoiler like Bear Goblin was considered a good citizen, then Hekai Continent would be in harmony.

This Bear Goblin Tribe's old nest is really hard to find. If you don't have a familiar guy to lead the way, you may not be able to find it.

This tribe is located in a messy and desolate ruin. From the ruins, it can be seen that there was once a brilliant civilization here. Looking around, the ones that remained the most complete are the stone pillars that still stood. The stone pillars are arranged in an orderly manner, and the sky that once served as roofs are also upside down on the bottom. Each of these stone pillars is as thick as a hill, and the appearance has been smoothed by the Li Feng of the wasteland.

However, from a distance, you can still see the patterns outside the stone pillars, but they are very shallow.

Further back, it looks like a palace.

A huge statue is like a sharp sword inserted into the sky, falling straight on the palace. The stone statue has been rubbed so hard that it is impossible to see which god was once worshipped here. There are also rows of neatly tidy basins at the foot of the stone statue, and the sun shines with golden color.

When we arrived here, the ground was paved with neat stone slabs. After years of accumulation, these stone slabs had already exposed spider-shaped cracks, and the stubborn weeds exposed their heads from the cracks, swaying their bodies freely. A huge shadow stepped on these weeds, and the stone slabs were also stepped into powder. A bunch of dust was picked up on the ground.

Yang Dashun patted the backbone of the Kodo giant beast and signaled the entire team to stop.

Among the ruins, tall tents blooming like mushrooms are hidden in the ruins, and from time to time, several bear goblin children chased by.

Before Yang Dashuan could give orders, under the leadership of the ogre Thad, a group of slaves and prisoners rushed out in a swarm. Yang Dashuan was not on the back of the giant beast of Kodo, not because his huge weight would arouse the alertness of the robbers. But for some reason, when he saw this ruin, he inexplicably felt a sense of awe.

Several bear goblins wandering outside the tent were knocked down by a group of people, and their screams quickly attracted the attention of their companions. The shouts and curses immediately formed a whole, causing waves of echoes in the ruins. In the thirty years, strong and fierce bear goblins kept pouring out from the tent, meeting the Self-Defense Force of Maple Leaf Town.

The Self-Defense Force is mixed with almost all the strong fighting races on the wasteland. Ogres who are about three blades are not something that bear goblins can fight against. The three hundred bear goblins that surged out of the tent retreated due to the surroundings of many ogres and centaurs. There is no need for THAAD, the supervising force. Faced with enemies who are weaker than themselves, the wasteland robbers often show an unimaginable combat power.

The retreating robber thought that his home was behind him, so he could only bite his teeth and face the rushing opponents.

The advantage of numbers and the gap in strength made the bear goblins retreat step by step. Alice sang another battle song, and with the support of the halo of war drums, the Self-Defense Force burst into an uncontrollable courage.

In the Bemon army, only warriors who have hunted male ogres and hulks alone will be qualified to be called troll hunters by others. This title is a kind of glory for warriors, as noble as medals issued in the human army. It is not easy to become such a warrior, otherwise the 300 bear goblins in this robber tribe would not have been defeated so tragically. In the huge hammer in the hands of the ogres, no humanoid creature can still maintain its original appearance.

Several bear goblins who fell to the ground could not even distinguish their original races - this is because the invincible stone hammer in the hands of the ogres could smash any bear goblin's head into their stomachs.

The battle continues here.

However, seeing that the victory was in hand, Yang Dashuan did not put his attention on it. Instead, he was very interested in the ruins.

The stone statues lying on the building in the ruins became clear at a glance. The huge statue was cut in half, and the upper body was buried in the soil. In the huge palace, the sky seemed to be roughly lifted. The stone sword in the statue's hand was stuck at the entrance of the ruins. Half of the sword body pointed diagonally at the sky, and the hilt of the sword fell on other buildings. The entire ruin had been smashed to pieces.

Joan of Arc was marveling at the stone pillars outside the ruins. "I really couldn't imagine that in addition to the church's temple, there were such magnificent buildings in this deserted area. I could imagine how prosperous this place was once."

Alice and Leren nodded repeatedly.

In the top of this ruin, a slim statue attracted Yang Dashuan's gaze. Misty fog that emerged from somewhere surged out of the ruins, constantly transforming into various strange monsters in the air, as if it was carrying endless evil auras. At the end blocked by the fog, there was a strange statue, but this thing was definitely not like the earth God of Wealth that Lao Yang had seen in the temple before.

Because she is only half-personal. She has a beautiful face that can make people pilgrimage and sacred, but her lower body is an extremely ugly eight-clawed spider-spider-turned elves!

This statue is three or four blades high, occupying a small half of the space in the ruined hall. The stone statue is carved with a delicate and beautiful shape and magical skill. The wind and frost of time corrode her beautiful face and depicts countless cracks like spider webs. The wild grass and vines on the wasteland entangle her body.

Yang Dashuan wanted to get closer and see clearly, but was pulled by Leren.

Yang Dashuan turned around and for some reason, Leren's face suddenly looked a little ugly. Looking at Alice and Joan of Arc again, they were both the same.

"Let's go quickly, it seems a bit evil here." Joan of Arc kept urging Yang Dashuan. After just standing in front of the temple for a while, she felt cold all over. In the misty hall, there seemed to be someone staring at her. This subconscious feeling made people feel a little chilled.

Yang Dashuan nodded and gave up on his idea of ​​temporarily exploring this statue.

I don’t know when the battle between the slaves ended. A bunch of bear goblins were thrown into the middle of the tent, and the weapons in the hands of the wandering slaves were covered with blood from them. The combat power of the Maple Leaf Town Self-Defense Force was terrible. Although it might not be able to compete with the regular army, it was more than enough to deal with these robbers.

There are also some people who are still carrying wooden sticks and fighting the ogres to the death.

I don’t know why, Yang Dashuan suddenly became irritable.

Lao Yang felt like a thorn on the back, as if someone was staring at him behind his back. But every time he looked back, there was nothing. Could it be that statue? A strange and ethereal thought suddenly appeared in Yang Dashuan's head.

The huge war beast felt the irritable mood of the lord and rushed over with fierce steps. The heavy steps quickly attracted the attention of the robbers. The bear goblin's eyes were like a clockwork pendulum, and as the war beast turned mechanically, the guinea fowl standing on the head of the Kodo beast also flapped its wings in panic. As a companion to be summoned by the bird summoning technique, it could clearly feel Yang Dashuan's mood and inexplicable anger.

The bandits who were fighting happily suddenly woke up like a dream.

I don’t know who called us to surrender, and simple weapons were thrown to the ground by the bear goblins.

A few little girls looked at Lao Yang in surprise. In their impression, Yang Dashuan had never been so ruthless. Without the lord's drink, even if the robbers surrendered, the slaves would not stop. As the sword fell, the bear goblins' heads rolled all over the ground. In the end, Joan of Arc could not bear to watch, so he stopped the slaves who were already addicted to killing.

Yang Dashuan no longer had the interest in looting and led the girls back to the back of the Komodo giant beast.

The centaurs handed the Rosa beast bag they carried with them to the captives who had surrendered and were spared from death. "Go to it yourself!"

The slaves drove these newly captured bear goblins to the tent where they lived, and bags of wine were sprinkled on them. The bear goblins held the torch and felt a little reluctant, and large tears passed through their rough faces. On the tears, there was a reflection of the blazing fire swallowing the home.

Several ogres looked at them from afar, pointing at the gloating look on their faces.

The blazing fire roared up on the wasteland, and the bear goblins who left the team reluctantly looked back, but every time the footsteps stopped, they were accompanied by beatings and scolding. Finally, no matter how much they looked at the distance on tiptoe, they could not see their former home. The bear goblins then lowered their heads and followed the team safely.

The fire drove away the mist in the ruins, and the veil was lifted. The fire still remained unabated and crashed into the temple.

The vines wrapped around the stone statue made a sound like fried beans.
Chapter completed!