Create the Age of Magic

The footprints and traces that can be seen everywhere tell Horn that maybe this time they are really not far from the ogre's lair that Randall said.

If possible, they must avoid it, after all, this force reveals a kind of weirdness from the bottom of its heart.

Can ogres mine? This is simply nonsense, okay?

Orcs are more elegant...

Even the little green squirrel doesn't believe that there is nothing wrong with them.

Although Horn and Randall may not lose to them in a head-on conflict with them, but it is completely unnecessary to conflict with those ogres.

Their purpose is only to go to the land abandoned by the gods, and it is not what they should do to clear the obstacles on the road.

After the night check was correct, they set up camp again.

Randall never slept in the plant tent that Luke had made. He just took out a piece of cloth by the fire and spread it on the ground and fell asleep directly.

Horn also invited, but was rejected by Randall.

He is different from the weak witch, cold or hot does not affect sleep at all.

As for the mosquitoes in the swamp?

His vindictiveness has been radiating while sleeping.

Any small mosquito that is half a meter away from his body will be killed by the grudge he emits, and any large creature that is ten meters away from his body will wake him up.

This is the basis for him to survive alone in the Twilight Swamp.

And after Randall joined, there was a new benefit, no need to watch the night...

Randall, who was about to fall asleep in front of the fire, felt a peeping gaze. He was weak and not as good as an ordinary adult.

It should be some unpopular little thing trying to set up camp.

Randall picked up a stone at random, poured his fighting spirit into it, and hit it in the direction of the blood.

At the same time, a light blue thunder shot out from the tent, and Randall found out that Ian and Horn naturally also found out.

The difference is that Horn found that it was a goblin.

Randall's stone directly interrupted the goblin's ear, and the goblin fell to the ground without being hit by Horn's lightning.

The goblin didn't dare to peek any more, and ran away in embarrassment.

"Cut, it's crooked."

Randall spat without thinking too much, lying on the ground watching the starry sky covered by thick fog and fell asleep.

And Horn didn't care, even if a goblin wasn't killed, it wouldn't pose any threat.

A few hours later, it was already midnight.

The moon hangs high in the night sky, but unfortunately only a vague shadow can be seen in the Shimist Marsh.

The goblin who narrowly escaped his life is back, and not alone.

They also brought eight huge ogres and a dozen goblins with crude weapons.

Its small eyes gleamed with hatred, and the smell of blood from the wound in its ear when it returned to its lair nearly got eaten by ogres.

If it hadn't said in time that it had found the human camp, the ogres would never have let it go. This is also because the goblin's meat is not tasty.

When it thinks about it, it should be able to take down all those hateful humans with only eight powerful ogres.

It also counted the hatred of being almost eaten on Horn and others. Although goblins are weak in strength, IQ is worrying and timid, they have good noses and hold grudges.

And bringing the ogre was his revenge.

Of course, the night attack that the goblins expected didn't exist. They were discovered as early as the moment they appeared within Ian's perception range.

Then everyone put on their clothes and waited fiercely for the arrival of these monsters. Anyone who was attacked in the middle of the night would not be in a good mood.

Regardless of the strength of the raider.

The goblin was stunned when he saw Horn and the others, who were all dressed up as if they were waiting for them.

And those ogres with low brain capacity don't care why these humans are not sleeping, but seem to be waiting for them.

They screamed wildly and ran towards Horn and the others, waving their sticks, without any intention of measuring their strength.

Randall jumped into the group of ogres with a sinister smile on his lips, and killed three of them within a moment of chopping left and right.

He hates it when his sleep is disturbed!

And the rest of the ogres were having a hard time, except for Horn, the witches shot the ogre with a fireball.

Their huge size was the best target, and even in the night, the witches did not miss a fireball.

Their strong vitality allowed them to withstand the first wave of fireballs, but they had no power to resist the second wave of fireballs.

Horn didn't make a move. It's good to let the witches have a chance to exercise. He can't solve everything.

Randall grabbed the only remaining ear of the lead goblin and jumped in front of Horn, the long ear was pulled and green blood flowed out.

The other goblins had fled long before they realized the form was wrong.

"I found it was spying on us last night. I just knocked off one of his ears and let him go, but I didn't expect it to attract ogres to attack us."

Randall said with a look of regret that he would have known the ruthless hand yesterday, and it would be better than being disturbed to fight in the middle of the night today.

"Don't, me, kill, wizard..."

The goblin language was incoherent after being frightened by the ferocious Randall and the flashing Horn. Ian combined telepathy to understand what it meant:

"You mean to say that there is a wizard behind you, killing you will attract the wizard's anger and bring us trouble?"

The goblin nodded quickly, and he looked eagerly at Horn and the others to let him go.

It looks a little pitiful, but everyone knows that once a goblin has an advantage, it will not show mercy to any creature.

wizard!

Randall's expression changed immediately, he smiled and approached the goblin and said:

"That is to say, the people who command those ogres and your people are wizards, right?"

This kind of smile made Horn feel a little chills, and now Randall exuded a murderous look all over his body.

The goblin quickly nodded in agreement, and it was counting on these humans to show kindness and let it go.

Randall suddenly twisted the goblin's neck!

Randall was smiling even as he snapped the goblin's neck.

"I'm going to kill all the ogres, and cut that wizard into pieces by the way, do any of you want to go with me?"

Randall picked up the spear and sword, and said to Horn and the others while straightening out the equipment.

A hesitant look appeared on Horn's face. Having a wizard on the opposite side meant more danger, and he didn't want to go.

Randall glanced at everyone's expressions and knew that they didn't want to kill the wizard with him. Indeed, they were not obliged to accompany him in a battle for no reason.

Not letting go of any wizard is just his own persistence, and he cannot ask others to do the same thing as him.

So when he was ready, he was ready to go to the wizard's lair alone.

When he was about to leave everyone's sight, Randall turned his head and said to Horn and the others:

"By the way, goblins have good noses and hold grudges. We didn't kill all the goblins."

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