The epic story of green monsters

Chapter 662 Martial Law
  In the ice mist, Cole breathed a sigh of relief, then drank a sip of potion, plunged into the ground, and escaped into the distance under the cover of ice mist.

Cole would not foolishly continue to struggle with the attackers in front of him. Firstly, they came well prepared and only narrowly restricted his movements. There must be other means in the follow-up; Secondly, the three people who appeared in front of him Enemies may not be all of them. If one or more enemies appear, wouldn't they be more dangerous?
  Of course, in addition to this, there were various other reasons that were very unfavorable to Cole, so she kept in mind the teacher's instructions and when she found out that something was wrong, she immediately prepared to run away and never hesitated to fight.

Fortunately, my strength increased sharply after reaching the legendary high level, so I was able to force my way out under the freezing effect of the opponent's caster's frost, otherwise the situation would have been really dangerous.

With just a rough comparison, Cole roughly judged that the assassins he was fighting against were at least mid-level legendary, and the spellcasters were also at the beginning level of legend. Although the archers were only at the peak of high-level, every arrow of the strong archer who took the sniper route was actually no better than the legendary level. Initial combatants have weak lethality.

With such a combination of members, a sneak attack against any unprepared legendary powerhouse can catch them off guard. Those with slightly weaker strength may even be severely injured or even killed from the beginning. It was obvious that the opponent was a team of professional killers, and they cooperated very skillfully. Even Cole was pierced by the opponent's dagger, leaving scars on his scales.

"She ran away!!"

"Operation failed, retreat!!"

The three assassins also had no intention of pursuing. They failed to restrain the legendary strongman at the beginning, and they did not have any means to block the space such as a mysterious lock. Pursuing a legendary strongman who wanted to escape would be much more difficult than before. The target for attacking goblins is still large.

The three assassins left the valley as quietly as they came. The few bonfires gradually drifted into the sky due to the loss of care from their owners and the erosion of the ice.

Cole moved as fast as she could, undulating between the mountains and fields. Before the fury skill burst ended, she flew directly for more than twenty miles. It was not until she could no longer detect the aura of the pursuers behind her that she resumed her original flying speed. Continue heading north.

As for the mission taken by the Assassin's Guild, she had chosen to give up. The sudden arrival of the assassin made her feel very bad. It was obvious that someone had a murderous intention to kill her, but after thinking about it, she couldn't figure out who would do it. Deal with yourself.

"Humph!"

There was a faint feeling of numbness in the left abdomen, and it spread to the inside of the body. It was the poison on the dagger after the assassin hit him, which was eroding and destroying his body. The feeling of powerlessness brought about by the weakening period of the rage skill also made Koko I feel very uncomfortable.

While pouring the antidote into his mouth, he took out an antidote scroll and cast it on himself. After the paralysis finally stopped spreading, Cole breathed a sigh of relief and continued to gallop into the distance.

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In the bustling Namur Fortress, the entertainment area is brightly lit. It does not feel lonely as night falls, but becomes even more noisy and lively.

Swara ended his day's duty and attended a sumptuous and extravagant party at the warm invitation of several colleagues. Since being promoted to legend and beginning to gain real power in the tribe, Swara has faced all kinds of flattery and invitations every day.

Faced with these enthusiastic invitations and flattery, Swara enjoyed it, but fortunately he still retained enough reason and sobriety. Although he liked the feeling of being praised and promoted, except for eating and drinking, he never accepted anything from others. A great gift, or an invitation to participate in a certain store or business.

Occasionally, Swara would use his power to provide some convenience to these acquaintances, but he would not go too far when it came to tribal interests.

Most of the time, Swara's energy was either on training the city guards, or working hard with his newly acquired females to reproduce offspring and develop and expand his family.

After decades of hard work and changing partners two or three times in a row, Swara's family has begun to grow in size. Although the population will be over a hundred, half of them are young goblins. It can be said that the results are outstanding. .

"...Commander Swara, what I said last time..."

"Hey, Feng Buli, we agreed that we would just have fun tonight and not talk about business!"

Swara, who was having fun with himself, suddenly came up to talk to the host of today's banquet, but his face dropped and he directly interrupted what the other party had not finished speaking.

"My dear sir, I have no choice but to do so. My chamber of commerce has been detained..."

The expression on the face of a short, fat middle-aged human named Feng Brie changed slightly, but he quickly calmed down and continued to wear a fawning smile.

"It seems that Mr. Fonbri doesn't want me to have fun. In that case, I don't want to disturb you. I happen to have something to do at home. Goodbye."

Swara looked solemn, stood up and left.

In fact, this human being's request is a bit excessive, and at the same time, the other person's background is ordinary, and the person with no investment value wants to ask him to help with a dinner. If this spreads, doesn't it show that Swara is not good enough?

"Oh, sir, please stay. It was my fault!! I will apologize to you!!"

Feng Buli also didn't expect that the great goblin legend in front of him would fall out with him without any hesitation. When he wanted to apologize and try to stay, Swara had already taken steps to walk downstairs.

"...You, oh, you killed me!!"

The dwarf who set up a line for Fon Buri and invited Swara to the party had an equally ugly face. He wanted to tear Fon Buri alive. He looked at Swara's retreating back angrily and worriedly began to think about how to make amends next. Today's dilemma.

Swara felt no burden about offending a human vendor, and his steps were brisk on the way back. He was both proud that he had resisted a temptation, and laughed at Feng Buli's presumption.

Occasionally someone recognized Swara in gorgeous mail armor on the road and saluted him with a respectful expression. This was his favorite scene. For this reason, Swaradu gave up the legendary ability to fly, or rides on horses and rides, but walked home, just to let himself feel the feeling of being in a high position and being respected by his tribe.

Even more honorable was when a group of more than a dozen patrol guards saw Swara. Not only did they stop, but they also saluted neatly, which immediately attracted countless gazes around them and made Swara feel indescribable joy.

Until you pass through the tall city wall of the inner city, there are almost no pedestrians coming and going. Except for high-ranking tribesmen like Swara, the inner city, which has many important facilities, basically has a curfew at night and no pedestrians are allowed.

Although there were few people, there was a piece of fluorite at intervals around them as a light source, allowing goblins with dim vision to see objects and roads clearly without any problem.

Humming a little tune, the proud Swara walked to his castle as usual. The familiar roads and the occasional patrols passing by made him feel very at ease and relaxed.

Click! !
  A cold light suddenly flashed across his neck, and blood suddenly appeared. Under the severe pain, Swara turned around and hit his head. The back of his head seemed to hit something, and then two inches above the heart on his chest, there was another A heart-pounding pain hit his brain.

With his heart beating violently and feeling the threat of death, Swara stepped forward in steps, covering his throat that was leaking and splattered with blood with his left hand, and crashed into a building in front of him on the right. Boom! !

Boom! ! Boom! !
  Swish! !
  There was another harsh metal friction behind her, and the dull force also made Swara move forward a little faster, and once again knocked through several thick walls.

"Who!! Dare to break into this important place of the city without permission!!"

A team of more than a dozen goblin warriors, wearing neat standard armor, pushed the door in from the smashed building. Before they arrived, the majestic voice already rang through the silent night sky.

In the distance, there were also messy footsteps and clanging armor shaking, coming from far and near. After seeing the tribal warriors appearing in front, Swara, whose breath was gradually weakening, was relieved and wanted to shout a warning, but there was air leaking from his throat and he could only hear a gurgling bubbling sound.

"...It's Commander Swara!!"

There were still sharp-eyed goblin warriors. Through the flickering lights in the room, they could vaguely see the figure at the front from the blood-stained face of the hobgoblin, and they shouted loudly.

"Protect the Commander!!"

Swish swish! !

The orderly queue quickly made way for a gap, just enough for the fast-moving and exhausted Swara to pass through, and then the warriors on both sides strangled forward with their spears and battle axes in coordination with each other.

puff!
  The assassin, who was only half a beat slower than Swara, was chopped into pieces by several heavy weapons, but no blood was shed. More than a dozen guards knew something was wrong and looked around hurriedly to find traces of the assassin.

Ding!Ding! !

Swara suffered heavy losses from the beginning, and his strength dropped sharply. In addition, he did not have much mastery of legendary expertise, so his actual combat power was still a little weaker. But after all, he was still a legendary strongman, and his mental perception and combat intuition were still there. When the shadow of the assassin jumped and appeared behind him, he ignored the injury at his throat and directly tore the shadow into countless fragments with a pair of thin swords.

The assassin failed to succeed in one blow, and the footsteps on the surrounding streets became more and more dense. Knowing that the assassination had failed, he used shadow jump again, causing the goblin warriors in the field to lose his trace again.

"Here!!"

A few hundred meters away, there was a faint cry. It seemed that someone among the goblin patrols in the city had discovered an uninvited guest.

The commotion quickly spread to the distance. At this time, Swara, who was lucky enough to escape with his life, felt relaxed. His eyes were as heavy as a hill, and his body went limp and he fell down.

"Go find the priest!! Find the druid!!!"

"...Whoever has a potion to cure serious injuries, please get it quickly!!"

In the building where the inner city security bureau was originally located, there were waves of shouts. The goblin warriors in the field did not dare to be rude, for fear that the commander Swara would accidentally die in their station.

Fortunately, Swara chose well when escaping, crashing several buildings and arriving at the Security Bureau. In the Public Security Bureau, there were soldiers on duty even late at night, who finally helped him block the assassin's attack. Otherwise, the legendary strongman of the Green Field Tribe who had just been promoted would have died here today.

By the time several priests, druids, and priests arrived and squeezed through the tight protective circle surrounded by three inner and outer layers, Swara's life was really dying.

The whole neck and throat were cut open, and the aorta was also pierced. In just a few minutes of chasing, the blood sprayed by Swara was at least 1/4 of his own blood. The stab in his heart that should have penetrated directly through his heart was deflected by two inches because he turned back and hit the head with a headbutt without thinking.

But it was these two inches of distance that allowed Swara to survive in the end. Relying on the vitality and resilience of the goblins, he finally persisted in front of his fellow tribesmen and obtained their rescue.

When Oliver heard the news of Swara's assassination, half of his soul was frightened. As soon as the patriarch went to Mansha City to prepare for the ten-year alliance meeting, the only legendary commander in Namur Fortress was killed. Assassination, life is at stake, what content it contains has to make people think deeply.

"Send someone to report the news to the clan leader immediately. At the same time, we will also bring a stream to Green Lake Town and ask them to be careful about the embankment!!"

Various precious medicinal materials and the magic of healers finally brought Swara's soul back from the River Styx. However, the blood was too much and the injury was too severe, and Swara is still in a coma.

"Also, let Tris ask Master Oscar to see if he can come here and treat Commander Swara."

"Yes!!"

After all, he is the most precious legendary strongman in the clan. Even if he pays any price, he must keep his life. Otherwise, it is hard for Oliver to imagine how furious the clan leader will be when he hears the news.

At the same time, before knowing the assassin's other purpose, Oliver also urgently needs the help of a legendary strongman to stay in the city. The only person the tribe can trust today, besides Eric, the human legend, is Oscar, who is closest to the tribe. Master natural healer.

"Carry Commander Swara back to the city guard's mansion and select the most elite guards in the city to guard his room. If any problems occur again, I will take your heads to apologize to the commander!!"

When the deputy commander Rabal, who was wearing heavy armor, felt that his old friend and boss was unconscious, he angrily yelled at the other leaders of the city guard.

"Yes!!"

Several capable and solemn goblin leaders responded in high-pitched tones, and their eyes were filled with flames.

"Rabaal, from now on, the Namur Fortress will be under martial law. Unless you hold a pass issued by our court, the rest of the adventurers and solo traders will temporarily stop going out or entering!!"

"give it to me!!"

Rabaali's heart was full of anger, and he eagerly agreed to it.

(End of this chapter)