"It's so big!" The ambiguous adjective was about to spit out of Barrett's mouth, but he swallowed it back in time.

The pair of softness on his chest made the barbarian imagine, and he couldn't help thinking of some words that the red crab had said, some words to describe the centaur girl. Yes, that sloppy bodyguard was right at all, these centaurs are indeed quite plump and impressive in some respects.

The rescued centaur girl in front of her was hugging Barret tightly, and she was even sobbing in a low voice, which made our barbarian adventurer feel dark and at the same time a little at a loss.

Barrett hung his hands in the air, wondering if he should fall, hugged him back tightly, and then said some words of comfort. Forget it, that's it, let her recover slowly. After hesitating for a long time, the barbarian finally chose to remain as it was and stood still.

"Have you found our target?" Kris's voice suddenly came from the corridor, "Is that guy still alive? It's better to be alive, otherwise we'll be running for nothing. Is he male or female?"

Barrett turned his head and saw that the little mage floated out of the corridor without touching the ground, but stopped suddenly at the entrance.

The little mage's expression changed from puzzled to dazed, then to surprise, and finally to stunned. He slowly widened his eyes, staring at the somewhat embarrassed Barrett, "Uh..., this..., sorry, there are still some soldiers on it that I need to deal with, so what, I'll come back in a while, no no no, I am Say, I'll wait for you on the ground." After speaking, he gave Barrett a thumbs-up and floated out again with a 'swish', and there was a burst of inexplicable snickering.

What kind of drama is this? Do heroes save beauty? But I'm just an adventurer, I can't afford these two words at all, and I don't want to.

The centaur girl who buried her head in Barrit's chest (fortunately our barbarian is tall, otherwise, wait...) heard the mocking voice of the little mage, slowly raised her head, and looked at barbarian with a pair of bright eyes , "Thank you, Barrett of Westeros."

Westeros? "No, I'm a Nord." Barbarian clarified. Although everyone had the same ancestor thousands of years ago, after the great migration of some barbarians, the two have become very different in terms of customs and forehead lines.

"Nord?" The centaur girl frowned slightly, "Where is that? Is it far from the Vast Sea Grassland?"

Don't you even know this? "It's still quite far away. It's on the west side of the entire continent, north of the Griffin Kingdom, and south of the Barrens." Geographical knowledge does not know.

The centaur girl nodded in understanding, "Then why did you come to the Vast Sea Grassland from a place so far away from Nord? Why?"

"I didn't come here to save you..."

"But you clearly said that just now."

"Yes, I did say that just now. But what I wanted to convey was..." How should I explain it? The barbarian pondered, "I did come here to save you, but I didn't come to save you from Nord." I hope this girl's lingua franca level will allow her to understand this somewhat convoluted remark, " As for the specifics, let's get out of here and talk about it."

The opponent's hind leg seemed to be injured, and Barrett supported her and walked slowly towards the corridor. They selected the land that had not been soaked by the rancid boiling soup, and bypassed the large areas of white bones scattered on the ground. When she reached the entrance of the corridor, the centaur girl turned her head to look at the bone pile in the center, "Is that goblin dead?"

"Definitely won't survive," Barrett replied casually.

And not long after the two entered the corridor, the bone pile next to the collapsed iron pot in the center of the cave suddenly shook slightly. The vibration made a gap in the bone pile, and then a palm full of ulcers and blood blisters emerged from the gap.

His steaming palms scratched reluctantly on the ground twice, and then clenched their fists hard. The skin and flesh on the palm of the hand kept cracking due to too much force, and a lot of pus oozes out.

Then, the vibration of the bone pile became more and more violent, as if something wanted to break free from it. But at the moment when the thing was about to break free, a long sword suddenly pierced straight in from the top of the bone pile, penetrating the entire thing buried in the bone pile.

The palm that was full of festering and pus and blood suddenly froze in the air, and then dropped heavily.

"There are still loot to collect. For adventurers, this is something that must not be missed." A voice said above the bone pile.

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The task of rescuing the centaur survivors has come to an end temporarily, and what needs to be done next is to **** the rescued centaur girl back to her clan.

The reason why Barrett and others want to do this is not only to ensure the safety of the survivors, but also to do good things to the end. The more important thing is to show the face of the centaur tribe named 'White Mane'.

According to the little mage, this is the only way we can effectively gain some reputation on the vast sea grassland, otherwise who would know that you did this good thing?

According to the information provided by the centaur girl Ivita and the guide Gene, everyone knows that the location of the Whitemane Clan is still quite far away from this robber's lair, but the injury to Ivita's hind leg is relatively serious. It has not been able to get a better treatment, which undoubtedly affects the escorted's ability to move to a large extent. So everyone decided to find a temporary campsite nearby, rest for a night and then set off.

While resting, the little mage Chris put a bottle of healing potion into Barrett's hand~lightnovelpub.net~ and gestured in the direction of Ivita.

"Why don't you send it over yourself?" Our barbarian adventurer was a little confused.

"She may not be willing to drink the one I sent, but you are different." The little mage frowned at Manzi, "I saw it when I was eating, she was only willing to stay by your side and take care of the wounds. At the same time, you are only willing to let you touch her, doesn't that mean anything?"

In the end, the young mage still tried to stand on tiptoe, and patted Barrett on the shoulder earnestly, "Don't worry, according to the research of my colleagues, the centaurs and us humans can have offspring, so, don't you? What to worry about."

What's wrong with this? "She was just saved by me in a desperate situation, so she naturally developed some dependence and goodwill." Barrett explained, "This doesn't explain the unwarranted things you think. Like..." His words came to an abrupt end.

"Like what?" the little mage asked curiously.

"No, it's nothing." The barbarian was suddenly silent.

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