Chapter 32: You are here, don’t even think about running away!

The manager immediately shrank back. Although the green goblins on the wall were ridiculous like dwarfs, the bows and arrows in their hands were not vegetarians.

The middle-aged warrior was not surprised, and he held the reins and looked up and asked loudly: "We are the caravan of the Yuanwang Merchant Group. We are here to complete the transaction today. Where is your leader, Lord Sawu?"

Their hearts will be different if they are not from our race. The relationship between the four tribes on the mainland is cold and even hostile. Middle-aged warriors and slave traders have been in contact with the goblin tribe many times, and they understand the goblins' vigilance towards themselves and others.

Squeak!

As soon as he finished speaking, the tall village gate slowly opened with a sour friction sound, and a fully armed goblin warrior came over.

"Mr. Saou is holding a tribal meeting to celebrate the victory that he just won today. Come with me!"

The goblin warrior said in a rough voice, and after that, he turned around and left.

The middle-aged warrior and Christol both heard the noise from the valley, mixed with the sound of the pounding of the leather drums. From the gate, there was no one inside.

Seeing this situation, the only doubt that the middle-aged warrior had disappeared and immediately drove his mount into the camp.

Christol did not dare to fall behind, and was ashamed of his timidity just now. He quickly raised his chest and caught up with the middle-aged warrior, for fear of being looked down on half a step behind.

The other warriors followed one after another, only the young mage frowned, slowed down and quietly retreated to the back.

At this time, no one paid attention to the mage, and the guards behind led the Gray Camel Corps through the village gate.

The surprise in the eyes of the middle-aged warrior walking in front was getting stronger and stronger. This goblin tribe was completely different from the scene he saw two months ago.

In the past, the tribal camps were dirty and rotten slums, but now they are clean and tidy valley towns. This has changed so much!

Could it be that some elves came to take over the Green Field Tribe? The middle-aged warrior couldn't help but guess.

The elves claim to be noble and elegant, and like all kinds of beautiful things. If an elves are sent to the Green Field Tribe, it is not strange to make a big change in the camp under its authority.

boom!

Just as the middle-aged warrior was secretly speculating, a roar suddenly came from below, and his body suddenly fell down. He fell into the pit with his mount!

Just after half of the slave traders passed through the village gate, there was no sign of warning. A piece of ground dozens of feet in front suddenly collapsed, revealing a dark pit.

Christol, two warriors, plus more than a dozen guards, including the guide, and nearly ten gray camels were caught off guard.

"Help!"

The screams, screams, the grey camel's moan, and the puffing sound of sharp objects piercing through the muscles were intertwined into one piece. Under this huge pit that was more than ten feet deep, there were dense pinnacles standing upright.

The fallen gray camel and some soldiers died tragically on the spot!

After all, the middle-aged warrior was an experienced strong man. The moment the gray camel under his crotch was stabbed by a wooden stake, he shouted softly and exerted force, and his whole body jumped up and rushed straight to the ground.

As long as he returns to the ground, with his fighting spirit and fighting skills, even if he cannot rescue the caravan, he will have a great sense of being able to break through the siege and escape.

But the next moment, he was completely in despair.

"Smash!"

More than a dozen large rocks were smashed down heavily, almost completely sealing the entire pit!

No matter how capable the middle-aged warrior is, unless he reaches the level of Dou Qi Condensation Armor, he will be helpless in the face of the huge rock that was smashed in the head.

Before his man could reach three feet high, he was knocked down by a huge rock weighing thousands of pounds. He broke his bones and his tendons and died immediately!

Poor, this middle-aged warrior is successful in fighting spirit. He has experienced many dangers in his life with the slave trade team for more than ten years. He is a character who is easy and natural to fight against level one and two monsters. This time, he didn't even see the enemy's face and died in a trap in a confused way.

A pile of huge rocks fell down, and all those who fell into the pit and were not stabbed to death by wooden stakes were killed.

In an instant, the slave trade team, which was originally strong, lost most of its combat power. The guards' gate that did not fall into the big pit behind them were shocked when they watched the scene in front of them.

"Kill them all, no one will be left!"

On the top of the stone wall, dozens of bear hammers carrying battle axes appeared at the same time and threw the shuttle guns in their hands towards the at a loss of help from the guards below!

"Ah!~"

More than a dozen guards were nailed to the ground in one go!

After a long journey of a day, the members of these slave traders were tired and hungry. When they entered the valley, they only thought about finding a clean place to rest and have a good dinner.

No one expected that they were greeted by a death trap. The unprepared guards did not even pull out their weapons, so what could they do to resist the raid of the bears and hammers, which were like wolves and tigers.

The mastermind who set up a trap, Leon appeared behind the village gate. Seeing the remaining few completely collapsed guards, he grinned and raised his battle axe.

My battle axe is already hungry!

Puchi! Puchi!

Two guards were directly chopped over to the ground, with blood spurting all over the ground.

Leon stepped on their bodies and rushed forward. Instead of managing the financial situation, he aimed at the magician - the last threat.

Before entering the valley, the magician Akran felt something was wrong. Out of instinctive caution, he landed behind.

When the current team fell into a big pit, his first reaction was to recite a spell and immediately turn the reins and try to escape while controlling the gray camel.

But the bear hammers who appeared on the stone wall did not ignore the mage, and three sharp shuttle guns shot at him at the same time.

A shuttle gun hit the mage's back, but was bounced away by the white light suddenly rising from his body, while the other two shuttle guns penetrated the gray camel's body.

The gray camel cried out a tragic cry and fell to the ground with the magician.

The magician's reaction was also pretty good. He took advantage of the momentum to roll on the ground without being suppressed, and hurriedly jumped up with his staff tightly.

At this time, Lei Ann was rushing through the village gate with a blood-stained battle axe, less than twenty steps away from him.

The young mage realized that he could not escape. He gritted his teeth and raised his staff, quickly thought of the spell in his mouth, and extended his right palm and pointed it straight at Leon.

A ball of orange-red fireball appeared out of thin air in the mage's palm and expanded rapidly!

Magic! Leon was shocked and his charge couldn't help but stagnate slightly.
Chapter completed!