MTL - Undead Farm-Chapter 12 Retired Juggernaut

"Goblin killer?"

"Hey! I hope your skill can be higher than your mouth!" Goblin’s leader lifted the shield and raised his knife.

The old man and the two disabled people naturally saw it. Although humans are generally stronger than Goblin, it is a great Goblin warrior. These guys can't be placed in its eyes.

"Go! Let me have a live mouth and let me ask what happened here!"

The other three Goblin warriors held their spears and rushed toward the night.

Relative to the poor guys who raised wooden spears during the day, the spears in the hands of the three Goblin were solid metal tips, and they were stronger and the spears were faster.

On the night of the night, it is more natural that they will not pick up these spears by hand or any part of the body. He will jump one step later and swing a sword.

A slamming sound, a long sword and a spear tip collided with a spark, and the air was a little more faintly burnt.

At this time, Lao Gu and Dong Dian Xi Lao finally arrived, clumsily wielding the sword to resist Goblin's sting.

Although Goblin made the spears they used to use the sword, but after the arm exhibition, they did not suffer, especially the two old ones of the East Dust West, and they were still playing for a while.

"Hey! Pick up!"

The leader of Goblin sighed and rushed into the battlefield.

Obviously, it is just a few waste humans. As long as it is not afraid of a few injuries, it can be solved. However, it seems that these men have not been able to get rid of the fear of human beings, and they are so timid and shrinking that they are very angry.

It wants to let its own know that Goblin is no worse than humans!

"Come, die!"

With a scimitar wave, a touch of cold instantly covered the night of the night.

On the night of the third day, his face changed, and he rolled away from the side, but he heard a slamming sound behind him. Dong Dian and Xi Lao actually let the Goblin leader fly a hand shield.

"This dwarf is so powerful!"

At night, the brows were more wrinkled, and the three scorpions of Goblin’s leader were obviously not enough to fight, plus the three Goblin spears...

"Do you want to withdraw?"

After three nights, he glanced back. As long as he let the temple go, he would definitely get a chance to escape, but...

Once he retired, the Goblin leader will certainly not be willing to give up, then he can no longer stay in this forest, and out of this forest, where can he go to earn souls?

Killing?

That will only die faster.

I glanced at the wound on my left shoulder and sighed at night and stood up.

"The dwarf over there, come and die!"

"Who are you short?"

Sure enough, the leader of Goblin moved his ears and rushed over the younger brother.

Although it is very strong, its height has always been its pain, which is exactly what it hates human beings. It is clear that they are stronger than each other, but why is even a human child higher than it?

"I want to cut your feet!"

The leader of Goblin roared, and actually slashed his knife toward the lower leg of the night. On the night of the third day, he even lifted the sword. The sly and even the palms of his hands were shocked, but fortunately they finally blocked the blow.

But the wooden shield of Goblin’s leader’s left hand hammered his lower abdomen at a faster speed, slamming the ground, and vomiting blood back a few steps in the night.

"Hey! It's fragile!"

The leader of Goblin laughed and screamed again, and at night, he licked his mouth and blood, holding the sword in a row, and most of his attention was placed on the left hand of the Goblin leader.

This guy, the left hand is twice as powerful as the right hand!

As long as he is not broken by the shield, he can still stick to it.

But the danger contained in it is only that he knows that whether it is a slower sword or a shield failure, he may be split into two in the next second.

Gradually, he only had the defensive power, and as the Goblin leader slashed and slashed, his mood rose.

"Ha ha ha! Mad! Let you be crazy!"

"If you have the ability, don't hide, you are inserting me a sword!"

"And Goblin killer?! I am! I am here, kill, you are killing! Weak chicken!"

After some rounds of attack, the leader of Goblin suddenly found that the human being on the opposite side seemed to be physically weak. He squatted under his feet and looked happy. His backhand swung his small belly.

A knife cuts off the cold to send you cool!

But the knife crossed halfway, and its face suddenly changed again, and the sideways roll made it open.

"what are you doing?!"

Seeing a spear stuck in the place where it had just stood, the Goblin leader snorted at the Goblin standing in the distance, but just raised his head, it stunned.

Why is the guy's mouth with a root... arrow?

At night, I took a few steps back and took a few breaths.

He can't breathe, but it doesn't mean he doesn't need to breathe. The blood in his body is not the solid sewer stain in the zombie. The faster breathing can also give him more energy.

"The spouse?"

The Goblin leader looked back at the night and looked at it. Some were suspicious.

It knows that there is a kind of magic that can control someone else's body to attack, and the master who masters this kind of magic is the spouse, but it does not find that the fingers of the night are more manipulated.

Is it a higher-level mate control?

"Oh! Even so, the weak chicken is still weak... Mom! Undead!"

The leader of Goblin sang at the same time and swept the battle of the younger brother~www.novelbuddy.com~ The result was a terrible scare.

I saw a faint moonlight, three terrible white swords, step by step toward it, the sword from time to time with blood dripping, and behind them, lying three familiar bodies.

"You... are you a Necromancer?" asked the leader of Goblin.

The spouse and the Necromancer are two concepts. Although they are all controlled, the former can only be called metamorphosis, while the latter is metamorphosis in metamorphosis.

The people who play, get physically and play dead are obviously more terrible.

Seeing the night three more silent, the leader of Goblin set the god, suddenly stood up and rushed to the night three.

"What about the Necromancer! I want to die, no way!"

The thief first smashed the king. This sentence is suitable for the necromancer. This martial art of the little white face is not very good. As long as he kills him, the three cockroaches will naturally disappear!

At this moment, the Goblin leader made this decision with its incomprehensible mind and the courage to survive.

It is also the only correct decision it feels.

"Dead!"

A knife is cold, but the night is not moving.

After a ticking, a blood spurted out from a broken arm. The leader of Goblin rounded his eyes and watched his right hand holding the machete turn a few times in the air, and slammed into the ground. After twitching for a while, I will not move any more.

"what!"

It horrifiedly turned the left-hand shield in a circle, and the violent pain made it into a madness.

"Why your sword is so fast! Why!"

At this time, the night is only to remove the figure in front of the body, faintly authentic.

"Because he is the old sword holy!"