Augustus Under the Horseshoe

. Betrayed the coordinates of the hometown. "

"Well, it's almost the same as hunting beasts." Painhurs drew his compound longbow easily and freely, allowing the sharp feather arrow to penetrate the right leg of a goblin. The dirty and stinking goblin smashed a dog to chew on the mud, then clutched his injured right leg, screaming in despair and misery. However, no one nearby was willing to give him a hand, and the scared goblin would only become more panicked, fearful, and even trampled on his body because of his stern cry, and ran wildly in the direction of the camp!

"Seriously, when these goblins first appeared, they really frightened me! The crowds can't see the end at a glance." Christian also took out the sling from his waist. For the same reason as her sister, these two days

Twins who have **** cannot use bows and arrows. I saw the bard pull out a small animal skin bag tied with two ropes from her waist which she grasped with fullness: she tied a rope of the sling tightly to her dark and smooth wrist, slender With five fingers, he grasped the second long rope tightly, put a smooth and round pebble with his left hand into the skin bag, and then turned his slender wrist to make the sling rope spin and accelerate on the top of his head with his right hand as the center.

The bard carefully aimed at the prey ahead. When the sling rope rotated to the fifth lap and the speed reached its maximum, she released the slender fingers that caught the second rope. The smooth and round pebbles in the bag were smashed by the black-skinned mare along the tangent direction. He threw it out and smashed it precisely on the back of a goblin's bald head. Before the latter had time to grunt, he fell straight into the dense forest of thorns.

In this way, the group intimidated and hunted down more than three times as many goblin deserters as they were, and pursued them all the way to the rough camp of the Barbarian Claw tribe: like the Bloodrage clan, they all set their homes in forests that can block the cold wind. In the open space. Through the ridiculously low earthen wall, tall people and horses can see numerous narrow holes dug densely in the camp. Above each hole, a narrow **** with enough goblin access and exit is supported by a skeleton and wooden sticks to shelter from wind and rain.

The goblins here obviously don’t understand the meaning of the word [health]. The surface of the camp is covered with a lot of dirty and stinky excrement, thousands of pigs, sheep, and even some young wolf cubs that have been raised at will. Strolling among the simple corrals, in the center of the camp, there is a huge shed built with wooden stakes and dirt. The roof is covered with a dirty and shabby light yellow cloth, and three terrifying horizontal lines are smeared with blood in the middle. Logo of the clan. The entire camp was empty, with only the humming of livestock. It seemed that the Barbarian Claws had really made a desperate move for the victory of this war.

Unfortunately, they lost the bet.