The old hunter called a man to pull the sheep's horns, and another villager pushed his butt and worked together to pull the ram out of the sheep's pen.

Horn poured the anesthetic bamboo tube into the ram's stomach and signaled the villagers to let go of the ram. The ram, who was in his prime, fell straight to the ground.

Seeing this scene, the villagers became more confident in the Master’s plan.

"Let's go, carry this sheep to a place where the goblins often appear," Horn looked at the old hunter, who should be the person most familiar with the forest in the village.

"I know I should go there and carry the sheep up and follow me."

"No need for too many people to avoid being discovered by goblins," Horn stopped the villagers who were trying to keep up, and selected a strong villager to carry the ram, and the three of them walked towards the depths of the forest together.

An hour later, the three of them were not far from the Goblin Tribe.

"Can't get closer," the old hunter lowered his voice and pointed to the overlapping goblin footprints on the ground: "These goblins have set up traps around the tribe, and my hunting dog is dead in the trap."

Horn calculated the time. According to the digestion rate of the ram, the anesthetic had spread throughout the body at this time, and the residue was also dissolved by gastric juice. At this time, the sheep should be killed to ensure that the anesthetic properties are not decomposed by the ram's body functions.

He signaled the villagers to put the ram down, take out the hunting knife and kill the ram, and the smell of blood spreads among the jungle.

"Let's stay away, such a strong smell of blood will attract goblins."

The three of them stayed away from the ram's corpse and found a lush shrub and hid it.

The villagers looked at the ram on the grass in the distance: "Sir, will these goblins be fooled?"

"Don't worry, goblins even eat carrion, not to mention this fresh mutton, and I am not a nobleman, and the word "Grandma" is not suitable for me. My name is Horn."

"I am Bru, and everyone in the village calls me Old Bru," the old hunter smiled with a smile.

Villager: "Mr. Horn, will the goblins be suspicious if they pick up a sheep for nothing?"

"You look down on these goblins too much," Horn was too lazy to correct the villagers' title: "Ordinary goblins have low intelligence, about the same as five or six-year-olds. Goblin elders are a little troublesome. If they ask about the source of food, they may be exposed, but the possibility is very low."

According to his understanding of the goblin society, female goblins and children act as chefs and handymen. Other goblins rarely interfere in cooking food. Processed food will be given priority to supply the privileged gemon elders, and then strong goblin warriors. Children and female goblins can only pick up some leftovers.

It is precisely because of understanding the social structure of goblins that he dares to use the strategy of anesthetics, and once he succeeds, he can solve most of the combat power of the goblin tribe.

The old hunter made a boo gesture to the villagers and pointed to the jungle in the distance.

A goblin walked out of the depths of the jungle, looking for the smell of blood, it found the ram on the ground, jumped up in surprise, screaming and holding the ram's hind legs, dragging it towards the direction when it came.

The old hunter and the villagers looked at Horn with more respect, which was a respect for knowledge.

"The next hour will be available to move. These goblins are hungry for a long time, and the rams will be put into the pot when they arrive at the goblin tribe."

The waiting time was always so long. Horn simply spread the science to the two villagers how to deal with goblins, and asked the old hunter some trap making techniques.

During the conversation, an hour passed quickly.

Horn felt almost done, and took the lead in standing up from the bushes, and the three of them came to the grass before the ram's corpse, and a blood mark stretched from under his feet to the depths of the forest.

"If you walk along the blood, you won't encounter traps, go."

The three of them walked along the bloodstains towards the goblin tribe. Not long after, he smelled a faint stench, which was the smell of goblin excrement.

The barbaric monsters do not have toilet facilities, and their convenient place is the woods around the tribe.

Horn understood that the goblin tribe was not far away, so he signaled his companions to be alert and walked forward with his waist.

The smell of excrement became stronger and stronger, and the three of them saw the goblin tribe in the distance.

It was a primitive village composed of seven or eight goblin huts. The ground cleverly utilized natural resources and surrounding environment. They used vines to tie branches to thick trunks to build the skeleton of the house, and then put plant branches and leaves on the skeletons, and a simple goblin hut was formed.

Horn found that no goblins were walking around in the tribe and understood that the anesthetics were working.

But to be on the safe side, he signaled the villagers to pick up a stone and throw it to the goblin tribe.

The stone drew a parabola and hit the goblin hut.

Bang!

The stone rolled on the ground along the goblin hut. Several screams came from the goblin tribe, but the screams were obviously not confident enough. The three of them felt relieved and straightened their waists and walked towards the goblin tribe.

Horn had a hunting knife in one hand and a stone in the other. The old hunter looked cold and placed an arrow on the hunting bow. The villagers held the wooden stick in their rough hands tightly, and their bodies emitted evil spirits.

The two companions who were together day and night were killed by goblins, and their bodies were reduced to food. They and their families might also be treated the same in the future. You can imagine the villagers' hatred for goblins.

The goblin, who was startled by the stone, held the house and poked his head out of the tribe. When he saw the three humans approaching the tribe, he was slightly stunned at first, and then shouted in surprise and rushed towards the three of them.

With its pitiful IQ, I may still think that I have the numerical advantage, and there is a goblin elder behind me.

However, before the female goblin could run two steps, she fell to the ground with a weak leg.

Seeing this, the villagers felt relieved. They roared and ran towards the goblins quickly, hitting the goblins with a stick. The goblins' head exploded like a watermelon. The power trained by long-term labor is not only used to plow the fields.

The enemy's roar caused the goblin tribe to explode, and it sounded one after another.

Horn felt something was wrong, and the number of goblins sounds was a bit too high.

According to his previous speculation, in these forty small goblin tribes, more than half of female and goblin children account for more than half, and there are more than a dozen strong goblin warriors.

Logically speaking, goblin warriors should be able to get enough food and get numbed by anesthetics. However, at this time, the number of sober goblins is obviously a bit too many.

He was puzzled that there were eight houses in this goblin tribe. Inferring the tribe population from the number of houses, the number of people in this goblin tribe is about forty, and the information of the old hunter should be correct.

If something goes wrong, there will be a demon.

Horn raised his vigilance and activated the eye runes in his palm. The eye runes looked at the goblin tribe. He found that these goblins were indeed immersed in anesthetics, which were specifically manifested as weak all over and unable to even pull the bow and arrow.

The villagers were like a general charging into battle, killing all over the goblin group, sweeping across the circle with one stick. The old hunter covered his companions and "named" some threatening soft-footed shrimps.

These goblins are not threatening.

Horn looked at the tribe center. The houses in the tribe center are often residences of the tribe's high-rises. If this goblin tribe can threaten the lives and safety of three people, then the threat is the greatest possibility that the houses in the tribe center are coming from.

roar!

Suddenly, a roar with a huge volume of sound but insufficient energy came from the house in the center of the tribe. Then the roof of the goblin hut was lifted, and the roof flipped around the air, pressing several unlucky goblins underneath.

The three of them saw the creature inside the house. It was a large creature nearly three meters tall. Its head was exactly the same as a goblin, and its jagged buck teeth reached outside its lips. Its body was as strong as a brown bear walking upright.

This is a bear goblin!

The mystery in Horn's mind was solved, and almost half of the ram entered the bear goblin's belly.

Due to the excessive amount of anesthetics, the bear goblin swayed like a drunken person. Even so, its combat power is very strong. Just from the roof that flew several meters away, you can tell how amazing its brute force is.
Chapter completed!