The sun was scorching in the sky, and it was not yet noon, but it was already unbearably hot. Two cunning goblin scouts carefully poked their heads out from behind a clump of salix trees to observe the situation on the dam.
Three or four kobolds were lazily digging the dam. Maybe it was because of the weather that they took a break. Four or five soldiers were hiding in the shade of a tree nearby to enjoy the cool air, and two guys took off their clothes and swam in the dam.
.I have not seen that evil human being.
The older scout was obviously thoughtful. He did not act rashly. Instead, he made full use of his experience and quietly sneaked near the dam to take a closer look.
"It's so hot that I really want to swim in the dam," said a kobold who was digging the dam.
"We'd better work quickly. If we don't complete the task, we will be beaten." Another companion said.
"Look at how cowardly you are. In my opinion, Lord Dragon God is just fooling around. You worked so hard to defeat the goblins, so why are you retreating? It's so nice to live in a camp, much better than a cave."
"That's right! You really should kill all the goblins and occupy the camp. But do you dare not listen to Lord Dragon God's orders?"
"He asked us to tear down the dam, but the goblins repaired it in a few days. What's the use? We are working exhaustingly here, and they sleep comfortably in the hole. It's so unfair.
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After saying that, the kobold threw down his hoe and said to his companions who were enjoying the shade under the shade of the tree: "It's your turn."
The kobolds shouted: "Stop digging now, let's go swimming together. It's so hot out here, it won't be too late to dig again after it cools down."
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The Goblin Scout heard the conversation clearly, quietly sneaked back the way he came, and quickly ran back to the camp to report the news.
"Is everything you said true?" Stewart sat in the largest house in the camp, staring closely at the scout in front of him.
"I saw it with my own eyes, it's absolutely true." The scout assured. "There are less than a dozen kobolds in the dam in total."
"Send troops, this is a good opportunity. Take advantage of the dispersion of the kobolds' forces and annihilate their effective strength. Boost morale!" said the cavalry captain on crutches.
Stewart touched his nose. "Okay, although the hateful human is not here and there are few kobolds, we can't win, but now a small victory can make everyone feel at ease. Pass on the order, everyone is healthy
The soldiers gathered together, we must fight quickly."
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The Goblin troops without cavalry lost a lot of mobility. The noble cavalry without mounts had no choice but to put down their dignity and walk with the infantry who usually looked down on them. Fortunately, in the last war, most of the people were injured and not many died.
The loss of troops was not large.
Stewart was riding the only surviving wild boar, and walked majestically at the front of the team. The frost-sealed serrated sword in his hand had long been unsheathed and was always in his hand. On the one hand, it was to show determination, and on the other hand, it was to cool down.
The weather was so hot that I was already sweating profusely before I had gone far. The wild boar on his crotch also grunted and refused to take a step, wagging its little tail and swaying forward.
Fortunately, the journey was not too far. More than half an hour later, the Goblin troops arrived at their destination. Stewart waved his hand and everyone dispersed in an orderly manner, occupying every intersection in small groups.
, tightly surrounding the dam.
Stewart looked at the well-trained soldiers with satisfaction, raised his sword and waved: "Assault with the whole army, no prisoners!"
The goblin soldiers jumped up from their ambush and rushed towards the dam like tigers descending from the mountain. The deafening shouts of the soldiers echoed in the forest.
The sky above the dam was empty, and there was not a single kobold. The water surface was calm, the weeping willows were swaying in the wind, and only the tireless cicadas were chirping.
Under the astonished eyes of his subordinates, Stewart walked to the edge of the dam, squatted down, touched the clear footprints left on the mud, suddenly raised his head and looked into the distance, his deep eyes shining with the light of wisdom.
"You can't go far yet, let's chase!"
The Goblin troops immediately gathered, formed a neat queue, followed Stewart, and followed the footprints.
These footprints came out of the dam and headed downstream. They also made a special turn, bypassing the wheat fields and entering the woods.
But after coming out of the woods, he changed his direction and walked towards the Chaos Mountains instead. Stewart was a little puzzled, but he still followed the footsteps and followed them.
After walking for a few minutes, the footsteps entered a small forest, climbed over a small hill, and went deep into a dry stream. The direction was south and north, and the speed was fast and slow. Stewart followed closely, unknowingly.
In a short time, he had already left the large army behind.
Coming out of the creek, the kobold's footprints suddenly took another turn and led straight to the north. Stewart was stunned for a moment, and the north was the location of his camp.
An ominous premonition cast a shadow over Stewart's heart. Do these kobolds want to...? He took all the soldiers in the camp with him when he set out, so even these dozen kobolds would
They pose a great threat. If they break into the camp, the consequences will be disastrous.
Stewart couldn't help but become nervous when he thought of this. Fortunately, they were all on foot and could not match his speed. If they could catch up, a dozen kobolds would have no choice but to die obediently under his frost-sealed serrated sword.
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Stewart swung his whip and slapped the wild boar hard on the buttocks. The wild boar was in pain and ran forward with its head buried in the air.
The Goblin leader was racing under the scorching sun. He was so anxious that sweat poured down his forehead, blurring his vision. After walking for a while, he no longer wanted to chase the kobolds and wanted to rush back to the camp.
A few minutes later, after rounding a hill, the shadow of the camp finally appeared in front of him. He quickly wiped his sweat, calmed down, and looked over carefully.
The camp was peaceful and there was no unusual movement. He urged the wild boar to run to the gate of the camp and knocked on the door.
"Open the door quickly and let me in."
The village door opened silently. Stewart walked in. The village door slammed shut behind him, and then there were two chuckles.
The voice was rough and harsh, which made Stewart very unhappy. He turned back, preparing to punish these two ignorant goblins.
There were some goblins behind him, and the ones who closed the gate of the village were actually four kobolds. These four guys held their arms tightly against two large wooden pillars, looked at Stewart, and let out unbridled laughter.
"Idiot!" A kobold viciously rubbed salt into Stewart's wounds.
Stewart's heart began to bleed. He looked up blankly and saw kobolds emerging from everywhere, each with a teasing smile. None of his people were seen. He pinched himself hard.
I'm sure I'm not dreaming.
"Stewart, what a coincidence, we meet again." A tall figure walked out of his hall and said enthusiastically.
It's that evil human being!
Stewart came to his senses. It was him who directed this scam, who deceived his feelings, and who insulted his IQ. Anger burned in Stewart's chest, and he raised his sword.
"Go to hell!" Stewart urged the wild boar to rush towards Major.
Major, however, leaned leisurely against a pillar and lit up a pot of pipe. As soon as he took the first puff, Stewart hit the trip wire that rose out of the ground and rolled around on the ground with the wild boar.
Bringing up a cloud of dust.
All the dogs swarmed up, tied up Stewart tightly, and led him to Major.
"What are you doing? You can't be rude to the guests. Take off the rope quickly." Major said with a straight face.
The two dog heads laughed and loosened Stewart's rope.
"Return the weapons to them quickly. We don't want to be robbers." Major said again.
A kobold threw the frost-sealed serrated sword from a distance, and it fell to the ground with a clang.
Stewart clenched his fists, wondering whether he should pick it up. After much hesitation, he finally bent down and picked up his cherished sword, pretending that the timely laughter of the kobolds had not caused any harm to his soul.
"Young men, bring a chair for Lord Stewart." Major ordered his men.
"No need." Stewart tried his best to maintain his pride as the leader of the goblins.
"Is your foot injury healed?" Major asked with concern.
Stewart snorted.
"I see that your heroic running posture has not been affected. It seems to be better. The treatment level of our kobold half-immortal is still good."
Stewart snorted again.
"I caught you this time. Do you think you will accept it?" Major asked as he lit another cigarette and took a nice puff.
"I won't accept it! I absolutely won't accept it!" Stewart recalled his humiliating experience and couldn't help but tremble with anger. "You despicable human being, you have used conspiracy and tricks to catch me. You won't accept it even to the death!"
"Conspiracy?" Major said in surprise. "How could it be possible? We just came to attack the camp openly, but when we saw that you were undefended, we had to capture it. Is there a conspiracy? I wonder where Lord Stewart was at that time.
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"I..." Stewart was speechless for a moment. It was already embarrassing to be deceived, and it was even more shameless to say it again. As a leader, he still wanted to save face.
"Anyway, you are just dissatisfied. You are not a real warrior and you dare not fight me head-on." He wanted to challenge Major to a duel. Last time, the human was obviously in a panic under his exquisite sword moves and was almost killed several times. However,
In the end, I suddenly got lucky and knocked myself down. I will definitely win this time.
"Okay, I'll have a head-on battle with you." Major knocked the ashes from his cigarette on the pillar. "If I win this time, will you accept it?"
"If you beat me fair and square, I will obey you." Stewart roared.
The two people walked out of the hall and squared off in the open space.
Stewart held the long sword and stared at Major closely, thinking to himself that last time he was accidentally dodged by this human into a blind spot. This time he must be careful not to let him dodge again.
Stewart let out a roar and rushed over. He raised the long sword in his hand diagonally downwards, and when he reached the attacking distance, he drew another arc.
Sure enough, it was still the same move. Major secretly laughed, this guy was a fool. Although he only knew three moves, he still wanted to change the order.
He Shi Shiran stood on the spot and saw the force of Stewart's sword coming. He didn't even retreat. He turned around and faced Stewart's defenseless left side with a right uppercut.