The Forest of Tranquility, a scene of cutting logs.

The well-equipped hobgoblin leader paced back and forth with a leather whip, the vicious Warg wandered around the periphery, and his green pupils watched from time to time the figures of gnolls, lizardmen, ogres and other slaves working .

Driven by the goblin driver, a few large and violent bulls were hauling truckloads of logs, and with the assistance of many bear goblins, they drove into the camp in the depths of the forest, paving the way for the ground covered with dead branches and leaves. Leaving a deep axle mark.

In the only outline-shaped camp, you can vaguely see various conspicuous fortifications, such as trenches being dug, fences, thick gates, tall sentry towers, pits everywhere, and even simple trebuchets and Ballista.

"Crack! Kick! Kick!"

With the sound of clack, the tall and strong ancient trees were cut down by the strong ogre slaves, and a group of goblins with knives and axes quickly surrounded the fallen tree and cleaned up. excess branches.

In just a moment, the luxuriant tree was cleared into bare stakes, and under the screeching voice of the goblin, several burly bear goblins worked together to lift it towards the simple cart.

"Snapped!"

The sound of a leather whip hitting the flesh sounded.

"Stupid ogre! Don't be lazy!"

A hobgoblin officer sneered and raised the whip in his hand, leaving a bloodstain on the back of a shirtless ogre who was trying to be lazy. The axe chops logs hard.

The log cutting site in front of me is just a small clan of the Hulk Hobgoblin in the entire Serenity Forest.

Hobgoblins like to keep resource-rich places for themselves. They can be found in forests and mountains, huddled in ambush near civilized settlements, and appear wherever wood, metal, and slave resources can be found.

They also like to build fortresses at strategic points on the front lines, and then use them as strongholds to expand their territory.

"quack~quack"

At this moment, a black crow flapped its wings and flew in front of a hobgoblin leader. The hobgoblin leader stretched out his palm, and the petite black crow fell into the palm of the hobgoblin leader obediently.

"The traces of orcs were discovered on the periphery of the Serenity Forest." The pale-yellow eyes of the hobgoblin leader flashed a surprise, then looked towards the periphery of the forest and said to himself: "Heruk hobgoblins need more strong slaves to come. Build a stronger camp."

"Om!"

The high-pitched assembly horn sounded, and all the slaves and goblins working in this lumbering field looked in the direction of the source of the horn sound.

"Prepare to fight! Stupid goblins, goblins bears, all take up arms for me!" The leader of the goblins let out a dull roar.

Immediately, the strong goblins gathered together, and the goblins who were chattering and screaming were also driven by the goblins.

Goblin bears are the strongest and largest goblin among goblin-like creatures. They are huge and powerful. They stand over 2.2 meters in height. Their skin is mainly light yellow, and they are covered with thick yellow-brown hair.

Their eyes are similar to those of beasts, with a red pupil in their green-white eyeballs, giving them the ability to see in the dark.

There are also a pair of large ears in the shape of a shovel, a mouth full of sharp fangs, a nose very similar to a bear, and a sense of smell as sensitive as a bear. It is these bear-like characteristics that make them called: bear goblins.

But in fact they have nothing to do with bears. Although the tough fur and sharp claws of bear goblins are similar to bears, bear goblins are much more agile than bears. These seemingly clumsy but agile big men are Born wanderer.

At this time, under the command of the Hobgoblin, the rows of goblins in front of them were wearing black animal skin armor with blood-red stripes, and each of them also received an excellent heavy mace in their hands.

Those chattering little goblins are all wrapped in simple scrap leather armor, and the weapons in their hands are mostly bows and javelins.

"Heruk Hobgoblins gather!"

The hobgoblin leader roared, and in his roar, the hobgoblins in full metal armor walked out from the depths of the forest, gathered together, and formed an orderly team, all of which burst out in their pale yellow eyes. desire to fight.

Hobgoblins have never been afraid of fighting, and they are not afraid of death. They worship the goblin-like god, Magrubier the Mighty. They believe that after they die on the battlefield, their spirits will carry honor. The rank joins Magrubier's army in the Shura field, so they crave every battle full of slaughter.

"Heruk Hobgoblin warriors, under the witness of Magrubier, quickly pick up the weapons in your hands, drive your slaves, and launch a new round of attacks on the outskirts of Tranquility Forest." Looking at the assembled crowd, he roared loudly.

The hobgoblins who were in a neat line of battle were all dressed in exquisite full-body armor, and the surface of the armor was smeared with messy blood-red marks, exactly the same as the weird oil patterns on their faces.

Each burly hobgoblin holds a refined long sword and a shield inlaid with iron in each hand. From the cold light flashing on the sharp blade, it can be judged that these hobgoblins master the skilled smelting technology.

The high-pitched sound of war horns sounded again, and the gnomes drove all kinds of evil humanoid slaves, goblins and goblins into a team of nearly 500 people and walked to the periphery of the forest.

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Outside the Forest of Tranquility.

A group of orc players with rough clothes and rough equipment led dozens of irritable warwolves into the sight of Thorne fighting with the gnome scouts.

"Kutaig, you said that those who fought the gnomes were the people from Waterfall Town?" The orc leader looked at the battle not far away, and said to the linen-clothed orc sword saint beside him.

"That's right." Orc Sword Saint Kutai glanced at the battle not far away with sharp eyes, tightened the rough sword in his hand, took a step forward, and nodded.

"The destination of our trip is Waterfall Town. If that's the case, let's go and help them." Saen, the orc leader, first glanced at the team behind him, then comforted the irritable Warg and sighed slightly. road.

With more than 200 orc players in their desperate life for more than ten days, and now they are about to arrive at the destination of their trip, although they are a little excited, a sense of unease is also getting closer and closer to the town of waterfalls, which leads to more and more intense. .

After all, it was only an unfamiliar half-elf ranger who had guided them here. According to the ranger, Waterfall Town was a player-dominated settlement and would definitely accept their group.

Will things really be smooth sailing?

The leader of the orc players had nothing in his heart, but he had to do it again. The difficulties and obstacles he experienced along the way from the breakout of Winter City to the present made him understand that if he wanted to survive in this unfamiliar place, he only needed to survive. Can rely on civilization settlements.

So he can only take the lives of all the orc players and put his only hope on the map given to him by the half-elf ranger. It is this detailed map that allows them to avoid many dangers and reach this place. .

"Happy!" The Orc Sword Saint Kutaig's brief words just fell, and the sharp eyes suddenly burst out with endless fighting intent, and the rough long sword in his hand was also wrapped by an almost invisible energy.

Immediately afterwards, the vigorous figure of the orc swordsman broke out in an unbelievable speed and disappeared in front of Sann.

- "Qi Qi Slash!"

A seemingly simple and unpretentious sword light galloped past, and the Hobgoblin scout who was fighting with the ranger Ashmo was instantly cut off in the middle, and the mournful wailing echoed in the wilderness.

The Orc Sword Saint gave a faint glance at the Hobgoblin scout whose upper body was struggling on the ground, and his sharp eyes looked again at the direction where the Curse Swordsman Yas was fighting.