Chapter 21 The Catastrophe (2)

Goblins are always just small characters on the wasteland. They are such timid creatures. When facing powerful enemies, the first thing they think about is how to escape.

But they are timid and very cunning. If they find that their strength is far greater than the other side, they don't mind showing off their cruelty as natives in the wasteland. For example, in this situation, there are at least a dozen goblins in the territory, and the opponent is only Yang Dashuan.

Although their robber leader, a bear goblin, was knocked out of the sight of these guys by Yang Dashuan's speeding, they thought of the nearly 100 elf women who were still in Maple Leaf Village, and they immediately felt courage again. Old Yang took off his weapon from the pig's saddle, a wooden stick full of iron nails. In this environment of barren materials, as long as the lethality is sufficient, it can become a deadly weapon.

A goblin faced Yang Dashuan's gradually gathering eyes, and Huck screamed disdainfully. He was very happy to give this human a little color. Perhaps this would allow him to fill in his credit book, and fortunately, he got more food than other companions in the cold winter!

This guy rushed forward first.

With the example, other goblins are immediately not willing to be outdone.

The three fastest goblins met Yang Dashuan in a reversed shape, but just as they were one yard away from this human, they felt a gust of cold wind sweeping across their cheeks. The speed was so fast that they could not react at all.

Bang!

A tragic sound rang out, and almost at the same time, the two figures flew backwards high.

The mace perfectly crossed a semicircle in front of Yang Dashuan, and the two goblins were beaten up. The huge force made them have no chance to survive. The corpse of goblins that flew backwards into two pieces in the air. With the heavy sound of landing, a ball of high dust splashed. However, before the dust could gush out, it was covered up again by the blood spurted out of the corpse.

Yang Dashuan's mace was shorter, and the one with iron nails was gone, but now it was inlaid into the corpse of the goblin.

There was another goblin standing in front of Yang Dashuan, but he had stuffed his hand into his mouth to stop his fierce fighting teeth. The mace just now was almost swept against the tip of his nose. If he went further, his head would definitely move. Although the mace had lost the most lethal part, he still did not have enough courage to support him to move forward again!

The remaining few goblins gathered quickly and stood together, trying to give themselves a limited sense of security to their not strong companions.

The villagers were also gathering quickly, standing behind Yang Dashuan. They watched this kind of confrontation that would not last too long! The fire was burning wildly, as if the fuse was lit in Yang Dashuan's heart. His eyes became more and more urgent.

This gaze made the robbers shudder. Although they knew that the large army might return here in the next moment, they still did not have the courage to take a step forward. When Yang Dashuan raised a handful of trumpet flowers, the black trumpet flowers mouth made the fear in the hearts of these robbers deepened again. Several goblins who were afraid could not bear it quietly hid behind their companions.

However, after the crisp click sound, this fear had dissipated in an instant.

Yang Dashuan narrowed his eyes and put away Moradin's anger. Under the smoke from the muzzle, three goblins standing in a row fell to the ground with a bang.

When the fear continues to a certain extent, it is enough to disintegrate the unstable defense line in the hearts of the robbers in the wasteland. The goblins who turned into birds and beasts fled to various places in a hurry, but they were greeted by Leren and Alice who had already rushed back from the banks of the Supreti River, and the slaves following them!

"Don't run away any one!" Yang Dashuan said this lightly, glaring at the goblin who was still standing in front of him. Half of the mace went straight toward his forehead, and his gray brain and wooden sticks flew away together.

Alice looked at Yang Dashuan who was silent and hurriedly went to count the losses of the territory, while Leren ran over to take care of the injured villagers.

The red warning in the territory information column almost occupies Lao Yang's entire vision: your territory has been plundered, please hurry back and resist.

The losses in the territory were even more terrible. Nearly two hundred houses were burned to pieces, and only a piece of black ruins were left under the faded fire. The wooden stakes at the entrance of the village were nailed to five or six corpses, and the blood that had not yet dried gathered into a red stream and wading to Lao Yang's feet.

The efforts of this month were in vain, and the carefully built territory was completely destroyed.

The crying and sad Mad was helped aside by Leren, and the remaining villagers were busy putting out the fire, and all they could see was a bleakness.

The slaves returned to Lao Yang's vision again, and they took a few escaped robbers to Lao Yang's feet. The sharpened tree trunks pressed against the throats of the robbers, making them dare not move, waiting for the upcoming trial.

"Master, one ran away!" Gao Fei said carefully. He could see that Yang Dashuan was in a state of extreme anger, for fear that the lord would slaughter him.

Who knew that Lao Yang just sighed heavily and nodded.

The ogre Thad pulled out a bear goblin from the ruins. The bear goblin was hit by a sow and was not burned to death. He was lucky, but he had a breath left.

The other six goblins were trampled by the slaves, and Yang Dashuan looked at them calmly, and they couldn't help but feel palpitations.

"How many of you have?" Yang Dashuan stepped forward and signaled Bru to move aside.

The territory information column always keeps the enemy's information confidential, which forced Yang Dashuan to interrogate these robbers and their power composition.

Although the six goblin robbers were afraid of death, they still kept their heads away. Their stubbornness made Yang Dashuan feel angry in his heart and suddenly laughed. "Very good, I like stubborn guys. Don't you like this thing? I'll let you always feel this thing."

Yang Dashuan grabbed a goblin, clasped his palm like a claw, and easily dragged him to the wooden stake at the entrance of the village.

The corpses of the villagers on the wooden stake have been taken off, and the blood stains that have not yet solidified are in a strange color.

Accompanied by shrill screams, the goblin's body was inserted into the wooden stake.

He clapped his hands gently, and Yang Dashuan seemed to have done something insignificant. He turned his eyes to the remaining five goblin robbers. "I only have a guy who can speak, I don't need other prisoners! Who of you said? You can avoid death if you say it!"

The choice of death and survival destroyed the goblin robbers... They rushed to break free from the control of the slaves, shouting in a gurgling manner, hoping for the place for this only survivor.

"It's you!" Yang Dashuan said, pointing to the goblin closest to him.

The slaves looked at each other in a flash, dragged and pulled the struggling robbers, and sent them to the wooden stakes at the entrance of the village.

"How many people are there in your tribe? What is the composition?" Yang Dashuan asked with his eyes narrowed.

"Ask the master, there are only one hundred people in our tribe. More than fifty bear goblins and more than seventy ordinary goblins." The goblin robber hurriedly said, afraid that he would be slow to speak. Those companions who had laughed and scolded before have been nailed to the wooden stakes one by one, and their screams kept stimulating his not strong spirit.

"Where is your nest?"

"It's not far from this, and you'll be there for two or three hours in the southwest." The goblin answered honestly.

"Logically speaking, you have set out early this morning. Are you the ones who came to the territory to plunder food last time?" A chill flashed in Yang Dashuan's narrowed eyes. "Why did you come?"

"For the Elves!"

"Where are you looking?" The goblin robber's eyes passed by Leren who was walking towards here, and hurriedly got down. His actions did not save himself from the disaster. Yang Dashuan's slap swept him a few times, breaking the corners of his eyes and eardrums. The goblin robber with bloody face rolled and crawled down again and kowtowed.

"What else?" Yang Dashuan bluffed again.

"Our leader saw that there were a large number of elves in your territory, so he brought us here. However, the food in your territory was beyond our imagination and there was too much, so our leader decided to bring some of the elves and food first, send them back and then come again!"

Do you dare to come back?

Yang Dashuan couldn't help but jump up in the corner of his eyes for this sentence.

Alice also finished counting and walked over. When she heard this, she frowned in anger.

"How dare you come again?" Leren gritted his silver teeth and forced himself to spit out these words. She buried her head and found a half-part stick, and smashed it at the forehead of the goblin robber. She watched the territory from scratch and finally had the opportunity to grow and grow, but was actually destroyed by these Doug's courageous robbers!

The goblin robber was beaten and ran around the ground. He didn't dare to fight back at all, so he had to hold his head and wail. There were two iron nails on the wooden stick. One stick would lead to two invisible blood holes. "Master, you said you would be able to spare me, help me, sir!"

Yang Dashuan didn't say anything, but waved his hand and signaled Leren to stop.

"You want to let him go?"

"I promised not to kill him." Yang Dashuan pinched his chin, which had already appeared.

"Pediatric!" Leren threw the wooden stick hard to the ground and ran away crying.
Chapter completed!