The old soldiers were very uneasy as they came over. There were militias in the town, although they were just dozens of men who were too old or too young, and several former soldiers with few legs. But even so, they would not be so careless that they even had the post.

He rushed into the open door wall, galloped across the uninhabited street, and arrived at his pub. The veteran jumped off the horse and pushed open the door. If it were in the past, Jenna's father would have come to beat him with a mop. However, at this time, there was only the empty front hall to greet him.

The morning sun followed the open door, penetrated into the house, and the tiny dust had nowhere to hide, and appeared in the warm light column. The tables, chairs and benches were all in place, and there were a lot of wine in the bar cabinet, but there were only the loud voices of the country people. These farmers who came to sell their own local products would sit in the tavern before going to the morning market. The large glass of ale, accompanied by black bread and potato stew made by Jenna, have always been a show.

The husbands were always stingy in paying, accusing the wine of water. But they would not pinch Jenna's butt when she passed by was the patent of the town's idle man. Now, Green would rather face the hooligan who had his front teeth knocked off by him than stay alone in this dead silence. He ran upstairs, with several rooms closed. At the end of the aisle was the room of his wife and daughters. The door was open, and the veteran walked in. Fortunately, there was no one inside.

The furniture was the same as two years ago, and there was not much change. His wife's big bed was centered, the children's high and low beds were against the wall, the dressing table with jewelry had not been turned over, the wardrobe door was closed, the sheets and quilts were also neatly laid, reflecting the hostess' virtuousness everywhere. He sat down on the bed dejectedly, grabbed his face hard, trying to find a reasonable explanation for the strange reality.'Have you gone to take refuge? Maybe.' Just when he was about to convince himself, he saw the wooden doll lying on the floor. It was bought for his younger daughter from a merchant who stayed in the tavern. The eldest daughter was jealous for a long time, although she was already past the age when she needed dolls to sleep.

The wooden knight fell on the floor, raised his sword with his hands, and his lower body was broken into several pieces. The little girl did not break the weight of the hardwood, and even Jenna had to stomp hard, and his good-tempered wife would never do this. He began to search the house and the entire tavern carefully, and wanted to cover up clues, and the more she looked for it.

Green sat in front of the tavern steps and spread the trophy in the package all over the floor. He picked up the Dark Elves' dagger, thought about it, and brought the magic wand. A big black dog appeared a few steps away, shrank a few times and dared not approach it was the neighbor's dog.

"Good dog, come here." The veteran reached out to greet the frightened animal. The black dog hesitated for a while and shook his tail and ran over. Green patted the fluffy black hair on its back and touched the tangled part of the fur. The poor dog was cut off a knife on his waist, and the blood flowed out clots became hard. The black dog turned his head and licked his hand. The dog's tongue was very dry and weak.

Green took out a piece of jerky meat from his bag, and he broke half of it and threw it to the dog. The rest of the food was filled with the wine found from the bar and poured it into his stomach. After a few days of travel, a happy journey home trip became an endgame with no news from his relatives. The feeling of powerlessness filled his whole body. He savored the ale left on the tip of his tongue and threw the empty bottle. Green was an old warrior crawling out of the pile of dead people. He lived through the Shura field where the evil dragons were ravaged, and he didn't know what giving up was.

The veteran rode his horse out of the tavern, and the black dog followed him for a long distance until he was exhausted.

The kidnappers did want to cover up their whereabouts, but unfortunately they were not very successful. The overloaded wheels left traces of unwinding on the brick and stone road. Large areas on both sides were broken, and the broken bushes were also signposts. Green followed a pile of conspicuous footprints and walked out of the avenue. On the mud covered with weeds and broken branches, there were three piles of newly turned soil.

He rushed forward like crazy and dug it wildly with a dagger. Under the pile of soil, the square face of the blacksmith James was revealed. The veteran did not give up, and then dug out the two sons of the blacksmith from the new grave beside him. He sat next to the pit, gasping, and his heart was beating rapidly gradually recovering to its original rhythm. The blacksmith and the children's palms were covered with scars, and there was mud in their mouths and noses. The strongest James among the three had lost his nails.

'Buried alive, these miscellaneous groups!' He dragged the blacksmith's family back to the pit and covered it with soil. It was too heartless to let the neighbors corpses in the wilderness.

After a few similar scenes passed, the veteran stopped stopping. He firmly believed that as long as he continued to move forward, there would always be hopes. Moreover, he asked himself, 'Did I dig out... and give up? No!' Green got rid of the unknown thoughts, 'Jenna and the children must be alive!' Late that night, he caught up with the convoy that stopped moving forward.

Green hid his mount and used the chaos of the green-skin camping to sneak into the camp. The goblins, who are the lowest-ranking members of the tribe, are not qualified to lie down to rest. These little guys carried the hot iron pots to the prison van pulled by the cow and distributed the stew to the prisoners. A team of goblin chefs passed by the veteran's hiding place, and the smell from the pot made him cover his mouth and nose.

Green skin is cruel by nature and is easy to kill, and no grass grows wherever he passes. Now not only does the prisoners contain, but also provides food. The veteran tried hard to digest everything abnormal in front of him, but he couldn't figure it out and had to turn his attention back to the prison cart. He recognized many familiar figures among the prisoners, including baker Baker, archer Ryder, and tavern maid Jenna, his wife.

Green finally pressed the crazy idea of ​​rushing to the prison car on the spot. Apart from his messy hair and a depressed expression, his wife seemed to have no major problems. The two daughters leaned against her mother, and the strange stewed soup in the small bowl made the girls frown. He finally glanced at his wife and daughter, and tiptoed out of the hiding place.

It was late at night, and the prisoners who had been bumping for a day fell asleep in the prison car. The orcs who had finished eating and drinking also got into the tent. They didn't worry about the chores of guarding the prisoners and the guards. The three goblins got up from the campfire and took their weapons. The goblins who changed defense found the sentry. The green skins talked loudly in their native language, and two of them waved their tiny arms excitedly. The veteran lay in the haystack more than ten steps away from the sentry. Something soft slid past his hand. The bright moonlight and the green skin's unique night vision ability forced him to remain silent. Finally, the sentry left with a victory expression. There was a particularly conspicuous place in the goblin left. It was wearing leather armor, a dagger on its waist, and a pair of boots. Compared with it, the two goblins next to it were like beggars, and the veteran decided to keep it as a living mouth.

'I hope these little monsters are like us. The better they wear and know more, the better they can speak imperial language.' Veterans use their own hearts to overcome the green belly.

The sentry before walked away. After Green could no longer hear the sound, he counted to five hundred. The well-dressed goblin found a rock to sit down, and even snored. The goblin holding the spear was still vigilant, but the thin clothes could not resist the cold. The goblin sentry put the spear on his shoulders and rubbed his hands to walk back and forth.

Green threw the dagger to the sentry in the distance, and in the chest, the goblin fell down without saying a word. He jumped out of the haystack and pierced the goblin who was looking back with a sword. The little leader who had just fallen asleep suddenly woke up and was pressed against the neck by a blood-dropping sword. Green skin shivered in fear. It looked at the human, and said in the other party's language: "Don't, don't want to die." Its imperial language was stuttering, and the humans understood it and stuffed a rag into its mouth.

It was easy to hide the bodies of the two sentinels. The goblins were only as tall and weighed as seven or eight years old. But Green had to pull a prisoner and was a little embarrassed. The veteran dragged the goblins far away until he was sure to stay away from the camp.

"Let me tell me where are you going to get these people?" The veteran tied the goblin to a small tree and pulled off the rag that was stuffing his mouth.

"You, don't kill me," the human nodded with a gloomy face. "You promise?" The goblin looked expectant and added some force to the dagger that pressed against his throat.

"I don't mind catching another obedient one." The veteran left a blood mark on his green-skinned neck.

"Zhizhi, I don't know why the big boss is trying to catch humans." Seeing the other party's expression, the goblin quickly changed his words: "But, I know where the big boss is going to, a valley, and when he catches humans, he goes there."

"Tell me the place name, idiot!" The veteran wanted to poke this low-powered man through.

"Zhizhi didn't know the place name, so Zhizhi followed the boss to the valley." Even though the dagger was used, the goblin still looked innocent.

"Who is the big boss??" Green was so anxious that he couldn't control his voice. The big boss in the goblin's mouth was probably a powerful orc from Kong Wu. He was not sure that he could subdue such an opponent, but even a little hope could only hold on. He felt like he had bet all the money in the gambling game but had a bad card.

"If you kill Zhizhi, I will be very troubled." A voice came from behind, "Although it is a little stupid, it is a loyal trot." The tone is elegant and pleasant, and the same feeling is only the Paladin brought to him, and she is the only elf in the empire. The veteran turned around quickly and threw a dagger torture the goblin.

The man in the burqa didn't even dodge. The dagger hit his chest and made a sound of touching the rock. It fell to the ground and broke. 'Master!' The veteran pulled out his sword and was about to rush over.

"Are the lower races always so rude?" The mage lifted his hood indifferently, revealing his dark face and snow-white hair, and his red pupils flashing in the moonlight.

'Dark Elf!' Green was shocked and stopped. The experience in the cave made him remember the evil distant relatives of the High Elf.

"I believe in my imperial language and speak much better than you." The Dark Elf watched the veteran lower his sword with satisfaction, and his tone was condescending: "Listen, humans, this convoy is going to the place, in your name, it is called Pana Canyon. Now, let me see why you have worked hard to follow."

The mage walked up to Green and put his hand on his forehead. Although the dark elf was thin and shaped like an urban lady, the touch of the evil race still kept him holding his breath.

"Well, very good. I remember that humans attach great importance to family, and relatives are everything, right?" The mage looked disdainful, but the veteran heard the tone of envy. The dark elf handed Green a bottle of potion.

The potion was extremely cold, and yellow fluorescence was emitted through the glass container. He looked at the mage in confusion.

"Drink it, you can go back and get the reinforcements faster." The dark elf raised his lips and showed an evil smile: "Or do nothing, and spend some days collecting the body of his wife and children, if they have anything left."

Brooke Green stared at the mage fiercely, only in exchange for the dark elves waving his hand like a fly. The mage lost interest in him and turned his back to check the goblins tied to the tree. No matter what the mage's purpose, he could only accept it all. Or would he rush into the camp and face hundreds of orcs and goblins? The answer is obvious.

He did not dare to raise the fire to light the light. When he found the mount, he was already blue and swollen. The loyal horse sniffed, protesting that the owner had left it alone in this dangerous place. The veteran comforted the mount, and he tied the saddle again, something fell from the bag. Green bent over to pick it up. It turned out to be his daughter's wooden doll. The veteran squeezed the puppet that had lost his lower body and suddenly laughed. Yes, someone would never refuse him.

He stuffed the wooden knight back into the saddle and fed the whole bottle of the potion to the horse. Brooke Green and the residents of the town relied on a little more hope.

Only by protecting the weak and upholding justice can one be called a Paladin.

The goblin didn't want the dark elf master to see its incompetent appearance, so he struggled hard to escape from the constraints. The master smiled, and Zhizhi felt that his efforts were recognized, so he quickly laughed. The dark elf raised his right hand, and his index finger pointed to it, and the expression on the goblin's ugly face condensed.

In the dark night, a white light passed in a flash.

Zhizhi is a good errand, Zhizhi knows too much...

Note: 1. The quotation marks in the text are the inner activities of the characters.

2. The weapons of the dark elves are all sun-tolerant and will gradually decay with the increase of sunshine, rather than how powerful the mage's stone skin technique is.
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