The epic story of green monsters

Chapter 314
  "When will they show up?"

The Robul tribe lives outside the small town. At the south gate, which is the only entrance to the village, a few sneaky figures are hiding far away on the edge of the sparse forest.

On the ground, the huge ogre Alba, covered with fat, squatted in a depression, staring idly at a few passing reptiles on the ground in a daze.

On the top of the slope a little further away, Alan, Richard and Kaiya peeked at the village gate through the sparse bushes on the slope.

Albian overheard information that Frank would lead a group of people out of the village after noon to complete a very important business deal with a group of human caravans.

However, until the sun in the sky began to slowly set in the west, there was no sign of any motorcade coming and going at the gate of the town in the distance.

With this wave of demons cutting off the communication between the human kingdom and the wilderness, the life of the Roble tribe has become not so easy, and they have to be on guard at all times for small groups of demons that are likely to sneak in.

Rarely this time, the human caravan collected a batch of important supplies for Frank, which can help Frank better defend against the coming troubled times, so Frank is very concerned about this matter, and the other party has not yet entered his tribe's territory. Before that, they had to lead a team to protect their safety.

Of course, in addition to the supplies collected by the human caravan for them, this time the other party was also able to purchase various commodities that had been accumulated in the tribe for a long time, allowing Frank to finally see his treasure house after a long absence. Wealth growth.

Finally, just when Allen and the others were getting discouraged and began to doubt the authenticity of the intelligence, a team of goblins in their early 50s appeared at the somewhat deserted gate in the town, slowly and orderly passing through the gate and heading south. Walk slowly. At the front of the team is a dwarf riding on a fat sloth. The opponent is wearing a capable close-fitting leather armor. Two swords and daggers, one long and one short, are placed in the scabbards on the waist. They rise and fall with the steps of the sloth. .

"They're out!"

Allen and Kaiya came down the slope, called Alba who was in a daze in the depression, and began to follow the sparse woodland around the road, slowly following the traces left by Albian and groping forward.

The vigilance of the goblin team is not bad, perhaps because the ground in the Stoner area has been unstable recently. The demon teams that crossed the long border of the Centaur Grassland have brought great harm to the countless wilderness tribes living in the grassland and surrounding areas. pressure and influence.

After a short while, the traces left by Albian suddenly disappeared, and Allen and the others lost their direction for a while.

Just as Kaiya and Richard were about to catch up with the business road and continue southward, Albian's voice came to their ears.

"Stop looking for them. They have stopped in the forest more than 500 meters away on the left front. They seem to be waiting for someone."

Albian slowly emerged, holding a blade of grass in his mouth, and slowly revealed the whereabouts of his target.

Hearing that Frank and his group had stopped, Allen and the others finally had a little more energy in their eyes. If the target of Alva's group is really Frank of the Roble tribe, then this time Frank personally leads the team out of town, which can be regarded as a It was a perfect opportunity for the opponent to assassinate him, and they would not miss it even if they thought about it.

Alba had been wandering around the town a few times before, and he did smell a sulfurous body odor, but he could never find the source of this smell. It seemed that the group had never stopped, but at least, this was evidence. Richard's judgment made everyone's confidence a little stronger.

Cautiously and carefully sneaked in the direction of Frank and his group of goblins. Even though Richard summoned the cloud and mist technique to cover everyone's bodies in a cloud of mist, the movements of several people were still very slow, for fear of attracting the attention of Frank and his group.

Moreover, I don’t know if the Alva group is secretly spying on Frank and his party, as well as the situation around them, just like Richard and the others. If they discover Allen and his team, they will definitely alert the enemy, and the other party will most likely give up on the assassination and turn elsewhere.

When Allen and the others want to catch up with each other, it will not be so easy.

No trace of Alva and his party has been found so far. This is the most troublesome thing for Alan and Richard. As long as they can't find clues about the other party, it will be very difficult for them to complete this task. of difficulty. The wilderness is so big that tracking a small-scale team committing crimes is like finding a needle in a haystack, especially since communication between tribes in the wilderness is slow and often closed.

After all, Richard is not a prophecy mage. There is no prophecy spell to help them reduce the difficulty of tracking. If they want to find the other party, they can only rely on the traces and clues left by the other party.

Therefore, the biggest problem for Allen and the others now is to find the whereabouts of their opponent. As long as the opponent appears in their sight, whether it is Albian, Kaiya, or even Richard, there are some means to follow the opponent's whereabouts. Follow the clues below, chase the opponent closely, and then kill him.

Frank was in a good mood today. It had been almost a year since contact between their tribe and the human kingdom was cut off because of the sudden appearance of enemies from the abyss. This is really the most difficult year for the Roble tribe, which relies heavily on trade with the human kingdom in exchange for financial benefits and living supplies, especially for Frank.

Frank, who has become accustomed to the taste of human wine and wearing human silk, now has a lot of silk, dyes, honey and other resources in his hands, but he cannot exchange for the things he likes and enjoy the life in the civilized world. It's really not much fun to live this life.

Until a few days ago, people from the Blood Red Rose Chamber of Commerce, who had frequent contacts with their tribe, suddenly sent people to deliver the news. They had opened up a temporarily stable trade route and would soon pass through the Centaur Grassland and come to the Stoner area. trading.

Frank didn't know how the other party passed through the devil's position, and he didn't care about it. He only knew that the arrival of the human caravan would bring him many supplies of luxury items, and it would also allow him to convert the supplies he had accumulated for a long time into Money, jewelry.

It was rare for a human caravan to come. In order to express his attention, and because he was really worried that they would encounter trouble on the road, Frank took the tribe to the border of his tribe's territory today after communicating with the guys who came to contact him. , greeting the only human caravan in more than a year.

The sun in the west is slowly setting, but Frank has not seen the shadow of the human caravan until now. His original happy mood has changed somewhat.

Were the humans who came to contact us before stumped, trying to make a fool of themselves? The longer Frank waited, the more irritable he became, and he gradually began to think wildly. Most of the warriors from the Roble tribe around him were resting in the shade of the trees in boredom.

Everyone couldn't figure out why Patriarch Frank could be so active this time. In the hot weather, he took everyone to the dangerous wilderness to pick up a human caravan. In the past, the clan leader had never been so solemn about the caravans traveling between the tribe and the human kingdom.

When the goblin warrior was confused and listless, he didn't notice that there was a faint smell of sulfur in the air, and there were some not-so-obvious signs of black shadows crawling under the shade of the trees in the distance.

The human female Alva was wearing very cool clothing, and the pair of snow-white peaks on her chest were about to pop out under the squeeze of a palm-sized piece of cloth.

She was wearing a thin black silk dress, which made her slender legs looming, exuding a strong aura of temptation. But in her right hand, she held a mace covered with iron thorns, which was completely inconsistent with her graceful figure, and therefore added a bit of danger.

She and several of her men have been lurking here for half a day, except for the two assassination demons who were monitoring the movements of the Roble tribe and sending news back to Alva.

As Frank, the goblin thief, was waiting for the arrival of the so-called human caravan on the final road to and from the human kingdom as agreed, Alva and her men were already ready to raid the goblin. .

The two assassination demons have already lurked in the past, quietly waiting for their signal around Frank's team. The two fallen paladins beside them, the originally bright silver armor on their bodies, was re-rendered into a pitch-black color as their identities changed. , more in line with the preferences of the gods they believe in and follow now.

Two powerful archers who had advanced as human rangers were polishing and adjusting the strings of their powerful bows. Their expressions were calm and solemn, not at all nervous because they were about to face a large team of goblins.

"Get ready to take action!"

Alva waved the mace gently and began to murmur a devout prayer. Soon, several rays of magical light bloomed and enveloped everyone around him, increasing everyone's strength by a few percent.

It is said to be an assassination, but it is not easy to complete this task in front of so many goblin warriors. What Alva and the others need to do is to help the real assassins create opportunities.

The cloud technique shrouded several people, allowing Alva and the others to take a step closer to the opponent's team, and moved towards the place where the goblins were resting. When their team finally got 50 meters closer to the other team's tribe, the two fallen paladins waved their heavy swords, took firm and powerful steps to charge, and rushed out of the range of the cloud and mist spell with Alva. The battle finally started.

Before the team's charge had stopped, the mace in Alva's hand began to shine, and a third-level heather net's magic directly hit the head of the goblin team in front of them. The vines and tree branches that can be seen everywhere in the forest swayed one after another, and then turned into living creatures like snakes and pythons, and rolled directly towards the surrounding living creatures.

"Be careful, there are enemies!!"

The scouts in the goblin team reacted a little slowly, and it was not until the paladin approached the team more than 20 meters away that they finally issued a shrill warning sound.

At this time, even without the warning from the scouts, the entire goblin team reacted, because among their team, there was an unlucky hobgoblin warrior, with two arrows that fell from the sky stuck in his body, and he fell limply. on the ground. The creeping vines around them restricted the dodge of the goblin team, creating an excellent shooting environment for the human archers. The powerful feather arrows looked like eyes, blooming blood flowers on the bodies of the goblin warriors.

Frank's reaction was not slow. Just when the scout sounded the warning sound, he had already poured shadow energy into his body and was ready to sneak. However, several bows and arrows were fired, aiming directly at his position, forcibly interrupting Frank's attempt to hide.

He hid in the shade of trees and in the team several times, trying to obscure the sight of the enemy who suddenly appeared, but in the end Frank was unable to dodge the enemy's bow and arrow. Among the human archers, there was already one person who was specifically watching Frank's movements and not giving him a chance to hide.

"Humph!!"

In a rage, Frank simply stopped dodging and shouted an order to the tribesmen around him: "Come up and kill them!!"

In fact, even without Frank's order, his soldiers were already besieging the three humans who rushed up. At the same time, they did not forget to dedicate part of their manpower to chase the other two who were jumping around among the treetops. Archers who forget to use their bows to kill goblin warriors on the ground.

Frank also unfolded his body skills, and the two weapons, one long and one short, revealed a ferocious face, carrying the owner's murderous intent, swaying back and forth with Frank's galloping movements.

Alvar waved his mace and one-handed shield, echoing each other with the two fallen paladins beside him. Under the attacks of countless goblin warriors, he was like three stone pillars nailed to the ground, without wavering at all. As a battle priest, Alva's combat effectiveness is no worse than that of ordinary warriors. She can even use divine spells to increase strength, speed, and even heal the injuries of the two paladins in front of her, while lifting heavy nails. The hammer hit the goblin warrior in front of him.

The two human archers were restrained by the goblin warriors, and Frank finally had time to hide. Just when he gave up his forward movement and wanted to hide, suddenly there was a sound of breaking wind behind him, which excited Frank. The hairs on his neck stood up. Without even thinking about it, Frank was about to perform a shadow jump when an earthy yellow halo suddenly covered his head.

I don’t know when, near Frank’s resting place, on top of a short-needled pine tree, a figure was waving a long bronze staff, raising a ball of ruby ​​powder in his hand, directly covering a powerful spell. An area within a ten-meter radius of Frank - the seventh-level evocation magic field prison.

A powerful spell that can only be cast by high-level wizards and warlocks above level 14. It is the nemesis of spells such as wizard teleportation and rogue shadow jumping.

　For the time being, I only have 1 chapter of 4000 words. I am not satisfied with my manuscript and am currently correcting it.

　　
  　
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