June in the Golden Wind Forest is the most beautiful time. Everything sprouts and is full of vitality everywhere. The tall oaks and oak trees’ wide leaves block the annoying sunlight, and shrubs fill every open space. Delicious fungi grow from the grass.
The head peeks out from the leaves.
Squire was leading his team and was patrolling the forest trails. As a leader, he liked walking in front of the team the most. This made him feel like he was the only one among them. Of course, he understood his role in the entire tribe.
position, as his men knew their place in the squad.
Today they were conducting a routine patrol. This forest road was the dividing line of power between the two tribes. After experiencing the brutal and bloody war, everyone finally learned to live in peace and temporarily recognized each other's sphere of influence. However, Squier believed that,
The next war will eventually break out, and it will be bloodier than the previous ones combined.
But it doesn't matter, Squire even has some expectations, because it is precisely because of the war that he has changed from the lowest peasant, who is only better than a slave, to the captain of a patrol. Only real goblins know this
How difficult it is to make this leap in life. And only Squire knows how much effort he has put in to achieve such a leap... and the price.
He touched the scar on his face, feeling proud and regretful at the same time. This terrible scar gave him a lot of prestige in the military, but it also discouraged women. A man who longed for true love had to spend money
**What a pity.
Familiar footsteps sounded in the woods ahead. Squire coughed, and the soldiers behind him immediately puffed up their chests and took neat steps. After turning a corner, another group of Goblin patrols emerged from a
A figure emerged from behind the old cedar tree.
These were soldiers from another tribe, coming in the opposite direction. Squire knew their captain well.
The human killer Spring. This is a terrible opponent and a respectable fellow. It is said that he has personally killed more than a dozen humans and single-handedly destroyed the entire Golden Wind Forest's trade with the outside world.
Squire also hates humans and all races that are taller than Goblins. But in most cases, Squire always shrinks away from human caravans with armed guards. Therefore, when faced with human beings on his hands,
Squire also showed respect to his fellow blood fellows, even his opponents. In comparison, his own military exploits all came from killing his own kind, so compared to Spring, he was inevitably a bit inferior.
So the two teams passed each other with eyes wide open. Squire gave Spring an imperceptible nod.
Hope he notices, Squire thought, and continued on his way.
In fact, patrolling is a very boring thing. Most of the time, it is boring to death, especially when you walk on the road that you have walked countless times every day. Animals have long fled after hearing the news. Since several human caravans
After disappearing in the forest, no outsider dared to set foot again. So when patrolling in the Golden Wind Forest, Squire occasionally felt like he was ruling the world.
Even though it's ridiculous, it still feels good.
Sometimes he would have the idea of taking a look outside the Golden Wind Forest, but every time he would shrug his shoulders and sweep this fantasy-like thought out of his mind. Is there any better place in the world than the Golden Wind Forest?
Squire thought as he walked, and unknowingly he had reached the edge of the Golden Wind Forest. Beyond a bush belt, there were the Bloody Hills and the White Plains. Outside, Squire didn't know, and didn't want to know. There were no goblins.
A place with a forest is not worthy of being understood.
Suddenly, he saw a human being walking on the road with a dog, as if the Golden Wind Forest was as safe as before.
Squire felt funny at first, and then started to get angry. Very angry, what kind of place did this human think of Golden Wind Forest? A picnic ground? A mushroom mining ground? Or a tourist attraction?
He didn't take the two goblin tribes seriously at all, that is, he didn't take Squire seriously.
There is only one fate for those who look down on Squire, and that is death.
The more Squire thought about it, the angrier he became. He wanted to rush over and cut this hateful human to the ground immediately. But since he could be a leader, he also had a calm mind. Looking at this human being, he was tall and burly, especially...
There is also a big dog, and you may not be able to defeat it if you rush towards it.
So he said a few words to the soldiers behind him, and everyone ducked down and hid quietly.
In a few minutes, the human walked over with brisk steps. Squire waited for him to reach the ambush circle, and with an order, a dozen battle-hardened soldiers rushed out from among the leaves like tigers from the mountain.
, the brave cry startled flocks of birds.
Squier walked at the end, looking at the performance of his subordinates with satisfaction. After becoming a leader, he should not continue to rush to the front to fight and kill. It is the leader's responsibility to sit at the back and cheer.
He couldn't help but worry about this human being. You must know that his patrol team is the most elite force in the tribe, with the best weapons and equipment. It can be said that it is armed to the teeth. Especially last time, the chief personally gave him a skill scroll.
, it is said that it was bought at a high price, but unfortunately Squire couldn’t read the words on it even with his eyes broken, so he had to hide it.
"I don't want dead people, I want alive ones." Squire shouted forward. He suddenly realized that he should capture a prisoner to complete the great deeds that the entire Golden Wind Forest Goblin tribe had never accomplished.
Capturing a human prisoner with your own hands is no more humiliating than Spring, and may even be more glorious. The nickname of the human hunter Squire is very pleasant.
While Squire was immersed in his fantasy, the goblin soldiers in front had already rushed to the humans.
The human was slightly surprised, but he remained calm in the face of danger. He raised his fists and prepared to meet the enemy. But his dog barked and jumped into the woods and disappeared.
The Goblin soldiers loved this kind of battle where they had an absolute advantage in numbers. Their morale was very high. They rushed forward with shouts and screams, and surrounded this man in the blink of an eye.
"Surrender! Human. Hand over everything, and I will spare your life." Squire pushed away the men blocking the way, squeezed into the crowd, deliberately showed an evil smile, and inadvertently touched the smile on his face.
Terrible scars.
He believed that such an action would be enough to impress the lonely human being into surrendering on the spot.
"Surrender! Surrender! Surrender!" the Goblin soldiers shouted as they crowded around.
Squire carefully observed the human's face, trying to find signs of fear. But the man was stunned for a moment, and then slowly showed... a smile.
My uncle can't bear it, but my aunt can't!
Squier was angry. That sarcastic smile and that joking look had deeply hurt his sensitive soul.
Contempt is the biggest blow to a man. At this moment, Squire lost the calmness he had always been proud of, and violent anger overwhelmed his mind, making him make a decision he regretted.
"Kill him, kill him. Give them all to me!" Squire roared. He pulled out the short ax from his waist and took the lead in charging forward.
I saw the figure of the man flickering, not retreating but advancing, as fast as a ghost, rushing straight towards Squire. Squire swung an ax, his eyes blurred, he had lost track of the enemy, and then he felt a sharp pain in his abdomen.
Unconsciously, he rolled to the ground and couldn't even breathe. He gritted his teeth and turned around, and saw the man rushing into his soldiers, walking with a strange step, jumping left and right, as if dancing a kind of dance.
, although the movements are jerky, they are very effective. He always dodges the Goblin's attacks easily. He punches and kicks from time to time, and each time a Goblin rolls to the ground with a scream.
Only then did Squire realize that this person who dared to come to Golden Wind Forest alone was not stupid, but came prepared.
He struggled to get up, trying to sneak into the thick bushes, when a black figure suddenly jumped in front of him from the bushes, let out a chilling growl, and revealed a mouth of snow-white fangs.