Mercenaries and Adventurers

Gere's words made everyone in the viewing VIP room laugh.

Obviously, as key personnel of various chambers of commerce, they often receive news of attacks on their own chamber's caravans. The losses caused can be seen from the fact that one trade route can support so many bandit gangs, and it is estimated that they will be indispensable.

But Kil's words were not finished yet. After he pondered for a moment, he continued: "But you have to be careful. After driving away the wolves, another tiger comes."

"oh?"

Mr. Scott smiled and asked: "Tiger? Are you talking about those fluffy little things? Just them? Ha."

That disdainful voice seemed that although he was optimistic about the strength of the long-haired lynx orc, he still didn't take it seriously.

But Mr. Bontorissa rubbed his gray beard on his cheeks with his fingers and frowned: "Knight Kiel, please continue."

Keir shrugged his shoulders: "Although those small alien races are still living in the mountains and forests and have not had large-scale contact with human society. But if they are summoned and armed, they will be driven away on the trade road near Dorne Town. What about the human bandits that endanger them, and then replace those human bandits? Will things become more complicated than the current situation?"

"Ordinary bandits are difficult to deal with, let alone the ability of such little things to rob caravans in remote and uninhabited wilderness. I think by then, as long as there is a tribe of long-haired lynx orcs, it will be a tribe, right?"

Mr. Bontorissa, who knew the long-haired lynx orcs best, nodded.

"As long as one tribe has tasted the sweetness of plundering human caravans, and let them spread the news widely among the alien tribes, there will be no peaceful days on the trade road. Think about it, you have to be on guard at all times There are aliens sneaking up on us in the knee-deep grass, can the caravan still spend the night in the wild?"

All the businessmen present realized the problem and looked ugly.

"So, Knight Kil. Are we going to give these little aliens to this?"

Mr. 'Dry Flat Ollier' stretched out his hand to make a knife and wiped his neck, the meaning was self-evident.

Mr. Ottos Fetten waved his hand: "Please don't do such terrible things, okay? Although the knight said it is terrible, we have never heard of similar news so far, right? Although these dexterous long-haired lynx orcs A little stronger than Goblins, but still friendly to humans. Right, Mr. Bontorissa?"

The gray-haired Mr. Bontorisa was silent for a moment, and then nodded: "Although they have some abilities, their level of development is still very immature after all. What they looked like a few decades ago, they are still what they look like today. Therefore, relying on them alone On my own, at least hundreds of thousands of years will not become a climate. Back to the original question, Ottosfitten, it is better not to send people and invest in arming them. These little hairy guys should stay in their Life in the mountains and forests. Even if our own affairs are a little troublesome, it is best not to rely on foreigners."

Mr. Bontorisa's final speech was unanimously recognized and applauded by everyone in the VIP room.

Along with the sparse applause at the top of the fighting arena, the situation below was equally interesting.

Especially when the applause breaks out.

-

Let's go back in time to the time when Mr. Otto Fitten asked our Kiir.

At this time, on the sandy field with reddish ground and the smell of blood, the situation between the two fighting parties has basically become clear.

On the side of the long-haired lynx orcs, except for a dizzy guy who was hit by a wooden stick and was resting against the wall of the fighting arena, the other seven long-haired lynx orcs have formed a circular encirclement and will still be there. The recalcitrant Goblin leader surrounded the venue.

They are agile and flexible in their movements. They only need to move their short legs to jump left and right, and they can easily dodge the arrogant wooden sticks of the Goblin leader.

Not to mention they also have a thin and long, but very strong and powerful tail. With this tail, the long-haired lynx orcs can rely on the tail to support the ground out of thin air at the critical moment, thereby changing the direction of any movement of their bodies.

In short, the situation was overwhelming. Although there was no way to defeat the 'tall' Goblin leader who was protected by a suit of bone armor, they still took the initiative in the battle.

As for the goblins, the four goblins who were knocked down at the beginning still didn't get up from the ground. They wailed and cursed loudly. Even if the humans watching could not understand what the goblins were cursing, it was still not a good word. This was very familiar to the poor people watching who also spoke uncleanly.

Everyone can guess what it is. It's nothing more than asking about the health of the other person's family, as well as the fertility status of the other person's female and the loyalty of her partner.

But as these four unlucky guys turned over from lying on the ground during the battle, everyone discovered that these four guys were actually attacked by melee long-haired lynx orcs at the beginning of the battle. He scratched his eyes with the broken weapons he picked up.

At least as far as those who were lying close to the edge of the auditorium could see, these four goblins were completely blind. It would be difficult for them to walk normally, let alone participate in this battle.

If this happened in human society, the injured would still have the possibility of being healed in the church. Even if it was expensive to use magical treatment, it would still be possible.

But in Goblin society, let's just assume that Goblins have society. The current situation of these four Goblins is basically the situation in Goblin society where they were sentenced to death and received a death notice.

Being driven into the wilderness or forest to fend for yourself is considered good. If you are not lucky enough, you may even be sacrificed by other goblins to who-knows-what. What's more, some will be directly executed by the goblin leader, and then the corpse will be placed in a tree hole to cultivate mushrooms or meat worms.

It is very possible to use it as a live bait to lure other greedy beasts.

The other three goblins, with their green buttocks bleeding, were lying on the ground in a large shape. They were already breathing out more and taking in less air. The blood, which was as bright red as human beings, was equal to the amount of animal plasma that the fat thugs had splashed on the field before, dyeing the already reddish sandy ground red.

The last four ordinary goblins huddled next to the metal fence where they came from. They looked like classic goblins in people's traditional impressions, trying to survive as soon as the battle was declared over. Get inside the lowered metal fence.

Where you come from, where you go back.

Even though they were very powerful when they came, now they are as humble and pitiful as a few jerboas.

In the end, only the Goblin leader was left fighting. If the dilemma in an unsustainable battle situation can be called a battle.

Then it is indeed fighting.

This guy looked angry at first, repeatedly chasing every little plush ball closest to him, but soon, his small brain capacity made him understand one thing.

With the flexibility of those little plush balls, it will probably never be able to catch any opponent and use it to vent its anger.

Not only that, chasing back and forth, getting angry, roaring, and slamming the ground, including actions taken after being actively provoked, consumed most of its physical strength.

A suit of homemade bone armor that had previously felt as powerful as a human security guard now made it feel so heavy.

Why does the thick wooden stick that used to be easy to use now make both of its arms feel unbearable pain?

The right arm had no strength, so it had no choice but to transfer the thick wooden stick to its left arm. But soon the left arm also had no strength, so it had no choice but to insert the weapon into a thick hemp rope that the bone armor used as a belt.

But even though its hands are empty at this time, it has not given up the idea of ​​grabbing those nasty little plush balls with both hands.

But it thinks too much.

These little furballs who claim to be warriors among the long-haired lynx orcs are indeed, as they say, some of the most deadly real hunters in the mountains and forests.

Although he is small in stature, he looks like he has little flesh and is covered in fur. But these little guys can be really dangerous, especially when hunting in packs.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

"Meow ow ow!"

At this time, they were calling each other. Although ordinary people looked at it at a loss, Kil just glanced at it and knew that they were discussing tactics to take down the goblin leader.

"Woo!"

After several short exchanges, they seemed to have reached a plan, and then under the command of one of the melee long-haired lynx orcs, they took advantage of the moment when the goblin leader was in a trance due to exhaustion of physical strength.

The seven long-haired lynx orcs surrounding the Goblin leader in a loose circle rushed towards the center of the circle - the Goblin leader - at the same time.

By the time the Goblin leader reacted, it was already too late.

With a series of powerful body rotations and tail swings, the goblin leader's wrists, ankles, and neck were all tied up with a slender, strong plush tail.

Especially its two ankles were tightly entangled by the tails of four long-haired lynx orcs.

The next moment, before the goblin leader could use any strength to break free, three long-haired lynx orcs who tied the neck and wrists of the goblin leader started running in the same direction.

The other four long-haired lynx orcs dragged the goblin leader by his ankles and ran in the opposite direction of the former.

Under the pull of these two opposite forces, the Goblin leader was directly pulled to the ground.

boom!

He fell heavily to the ground.

As soon as it fell, the two melee long-haired lynx orcs who tied its ankles with their tails immediately untied their tails, and then used all their strength to twitch and push the tails on the ground. Supporting these two brave guys, they quickly jumped towards the head of the Goblin leader.

At this moment, the Goblin leader didn't know what was going on. He was pulled and fell down in his confusion. As a result, the next moment, his head and face were pounced on by two long-haired lynx orcs, and his eyes went black.

Completely scrapped.

It turned out to be the two brave melee warriors. After jumping up, they directly used the broken weapons in their hands to stab the goblin leader through the observation hole on the front of the calf's skull before he could react. He caught the goblin leader's blood-red eyes.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch!!!!"

This is very disadvantageous.

In pain and horror, the Goblin leader exerted force to pull away the force that trapped his arm, and then tried to use his senses in the severe pain to grab the two bold things on its head and face.

But when he threw his hands around his body, it was all in vain.

This caused it to slam its fist into the ground in anger.

"Ouch! It's it! It's it! It's it!!!! Ouch!"

The goblin leader was so angry that he took out the thick wooden stick from his waist and slammed it on the ground around him.

At this time, everyone knew that the goblins were finished, at least there was no possibility of a comeback. Therefore, the poor gamblers who were watching were noisily shouting, cursing, praising, mocking, crying, and screaming.

Everyone was excited and crazy, cheering and hating.

These faces, which were even more distorted than those of evil spirits, actually frightened the long-haired lynx orcs who were about to kill the Goblin leader on the fighting field, causing their hair to explode and their big round eyes to widen. , the pupils in his eyes shrank into a line.

And the sharp claws on their palms that they had evolved and rarely used now rarely stretched out from the front of the small palms. The long tails are also raised high and stretched straight into the air behind them, subconsciously adding power to them and intimidating their opponents.

This scared out the primitive instinct of the long-haired lynx orcs.

It can only be said that at the moment when the outcome of the bet was decided, the various grotesque appearances of human beings were still beyond the imagination of these uncivilized aliens.

At this time, applause burst out from the VIP viewing platform high above the fighting arena.

It seems to be encouraging and congratulating the long-haired lynx orc for winning the battle.

At least everyone who heard it thought so, but they didn't know that the big shots above, except for Mr. Keir and Scott who were close to the stone fence, no one else had seen the cooperation scene where the alien races jointly won the victory. .

Compared to the battle in the arena below, the big shots were discussing matters at a higher level.

But the Goblin leader, whose eyes were poked blind, felt only shame from the victory applause of those stuffed things that 'congratulated' them, because those stuffed things belonged to them!

It's applause!

its victory!

It's everything! ! !

As a once ordinary goblin captured by human hunters, compared to being an ordinary member of the goblin tribe, in this abstract and weird place for it, it is the life of a goblin. The most important place, the most important everything.

Here it gained victory in battles, cheers and 'praise' from human beings, and delicious food that it had never thought of before, including endless giant jerboas and delicious and chewy animal offal. It's something it can never enjoy in the tribe.

In the past, when it was not captured by humans, the most it ate every day was mushrooms grown by the tribe using rotten wood and plants. Not only were they not filling enough, but they also had to spend a long time lying down after eating. Rest on the ground to relieve the mushroom's toxicity.

Where is all the beauty now?

And in the past, it was a lowly goblin coolie who was scolded and ordered around, but in this bloody hole of mankind (what it thought), it was the leader of the goblins who scolded and beat other goblins, directly surpassing ordinary goblins. The class of Brynn warriors (Lance Goblins, etc.).

Not to mention that in this bloody cave, there are also female goblins captured by human hunters. Of those female goblins, only she can enjoy it.

But now, as the eyes are broken, the body is exhausted, the cheers and praises of the surrounding humans looking for its master, and the applause that should be given to it itself are transferred, everything is gone.

All this is as it should be! In this bloody cave, it is the one that cannot be defeated, invincible!

"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!!!!"

The Goblin leader took a deep breath, then roared loudly, making the loudest sound in his life, accusing the humans around him and announcing his existence.

Then.

It rested its left arm on the ground, and although its right hand was sore, it still held its most advantageous weapon tightly and pointed in the exact direction of that sound, that applause.

Throw the weapon in your hand heavily!

“Quack, quack, ding!!!!”

That was its last roar and its name.

It knows.

It's seen.

In this bloody cave, no matter how they fight on the scarlet sandy ground, as long as they attack the humans watching from the outside, the next step will be a massacre of those fighting on the field.

And in the place where they are kept and imprisoned further down, all the guys who are scheduled to fight will be whipped with leather whips.

It understands.

What are the consequences of doing this.

But what does it matter?

It loses, loses victory, loses praise, and loses everything. Not to mention that it also lost its eyes to see.

Ah, eyes, I just don’t know what my eyes taste like?

-

While the senior managers of the Chamber of Commerce were applauding Mr. Bontorisa's speech, the winner had already been decided in the fighting field below.

Along with the howls of the poor gamblers, the severely wounded Goblin leader let out an unusual roar.

This attracted the attention of the merchants. Although several people were not very interested in this battle, they still wanted to take a look after they returned. But just this glance made several people's eyes widen.

That guy, the Goblin leader, actually threw the thick wooden stick in his hand towards the front of the viewing VIP room.

"ah--"

Mr. Ottosfiten's face instantly turned pale, and he exclaimed. His whole body remained motionless, as if he was stunned in place.

"careful!"

Mr. Scott could only shout hurriedly, and then lowered his head to avoid, trying to rely on the stone fence to resist this unexpected attack.

"Um."

After all, Mr. Bontorisa was old. Although he realized at this moment that he had to evade, his weather-beaten fifty-year-old body was still as immobile as a rusted metal part. Even though his movements usually seemed as vigorous as those of a young man, at this moment, he finally realized one thing: he was already old.

"Sir, be careful!"

The short and fat steward Rosa did not evade at this moment, uncharacteristically. For his part, his stocky body made it difficult to be seriously injured by the whizzing attack of throwing thick wooden sticks. But he didn't dodge, didn't dodge, even though it was easy for him. This guy jumped up on his stubby legs and jumped directly in front of Mr. Bontorisa, trying to block the sudden attack with his thick and fat body.

"What the hell!"

This was the sound made by Mr. 'Fuck Ollier'. At this moment, he directly raised one of his right legs while he was sitting, and at the same time crossed his arms in front of his head and face. Faced with such a sudden attack, both of his legs were broken. The arm is better than being hit in the head and face of the body. After all, he is a believer in the God of Wealth and an important figure in the town of Dorne. The severe injuries of his severed limbs are only a 'minor injury' that can be healed in half a day under the prayer treatment of the Church of the God of Wealth.

"snort."

Kil, however, was the first of all to notice the goblin leader's attack. Although he was confused as to why that stupid thing did this, he only took a quick glance and judged the power of the thick wooden stick thrown.

That's all.

While others were making various moves to avoid defense or being indifferent, he just snorted and took a step in an instant, blocking the rotating flight path behind the thick wooden stick.

Immediately, he tugged on the newly bought cloak behind him with his right hand, causing the 'Night Ambition' to swing rapidly with the pull of his palm.

Bang, bang!

The cloak was full of strength when swinging, and he swung forward directly, colliding with the thick wooden stick that was flying towards him.

The soft fabric seemed to be much stronger than everyone imagined, and it actually smashed the thick wooden stick into the air like a heavy hammer made of iron during the impact.

And as Kiel shook his cloak again, all the broken pieces of wood and wood slag were thrown to the audience below.

"ah?"

"What?"

"awesome!"

"Knight of Kiel!"

"Be careful in charge!"

Everyone's exclamation and surprise only lasted for a moment. Kil coldly let go of the cloak on his right hand, and then flicked the hilt of the long sword on his left waist.

Qiang——

A white beam of light fell from the sky like lightning in summer, leaving only a fleeting white spot in everyone's sight.

The next moment, on the bloody ground of the fighting arena, the Goblin leader who had committed the crime of attacking the VIP room was left with only a squeezed and broken face with a sword hilt that emitted a green light, and was suppressed with huge force. The entire head was firmly stuck on the blood-red sandy ground.

Nailed firmly.

Only the body of the goblin leader, whose hands and feet were still twitching and trembling, was left, wearing a suit of bone armor and a seemingly sturdy calf skull helmet.