The Dean Has Arrived

The blue moon in the sky exudes a radiant brilliance, and the entire grassland appears quiet and peaceful under the reflection of the moonlight.

Unlike the earth, where the moon and stars are scarce, in this world, even if the blue moon hangs high, the stars are still clearly identifiable, and they are even more dazzling in the grassland without light pollution.

It's just that in this silence, there is still an uneasy atmosphere.

Having received the order, the centaur warriors who rested for half a day did not have the intention to appreciate the beautiful scenery. They put on their armors, picked up their weapons, fully armed, and quietly marched towards the goblin gathering place.

The current time is about 2:00 am to 3:00 am.

Because the centaur could only rely on celestial timing, and Xi Wei himself did not bring in a thousand-year hourglass, there was no way to determine the exact time.

But it is enough to know a general category. This time is when most diurnal creatures sleep the deepest, and it is perfect for night raids.

"My lord, is that human... Mr. Edric's plan really all right?"

Bruno walked beside the queue, and asked the centaur boy beside him with some concern.

"no problem."

Nieman replied without hesitation: "My father once said that Mr. Edric is a human being who sat on his back, so I believe in his plan and ability!"

Being eligible to sit on the back is almost the highest degree of recognition of other humanoid creatures by the centaur race.

And humans who can get the recognition of a centaur hero are naturally not bad.

Even so, Bruno Ironshoe lowered his head a little apprehensively.

If he was alone, he could boldly risk his life and fight side by side with that original hero, Xi Wei Edric.

However, this plan involved the entire centaur tribe. Using the entire tribe as a bargaining chip is too heavy, so that this bold man is a little hesitant.

Nieman naturally knew the reason. As the son of a hero, he spent almost his entire childhood on the front line of fighting the abyssal demon with his father, and he naturally had more experience than most people.

So he will not impose his will on others. What's more, the adult also explained this matter before leaving.

"Actually, you don't need to worry so much."

So he comforted the distressed chief: "Didn't Mr. Edric say that? This time our main purpose is not to wipe out the goblins. If the situation on the battlefield is unfavorable, just retreat and he won't blame our."

"Since you've said that..."

Bruno let out a long breath, looking at the formation of many centaurs around him, his eyes flashed with determination.

"We used to be members of the Salvation Army. We also came out of the sea of ​​corpses and blood, and we are not afraid of war and blood. If we can't solve the goblins, it may turn into the worst situation in the end. In this case, Then I will trust you, trust that human magician once, and sacrifice the strength of our centaur clan."

"Thank you for your understanding. Ah. Speaking of which, I forgot to ask Mr. Edric my father's question. You should also know that after the final battle, almost all the participants disappeared together with those abyssal demons. Only a few Some people are still witnessing rumors all over the world. I am so happy to see Mr. Edric this time. I even forgot the original purpose. That’s right. Chief Bruno, you heard about the rumors in the Southwest half a month ago. Is that the rumor? It is said that there are other participants in the Battle of Taliesin in the final war that have been discovered..."

While talking, Nieman went off to the eastern plains again.

The corner of Bruno's mouth twitched, regretting that he hadn't stopped Nyman's chatter in time.

God of the Grassland, when is this guy going to talk about...

——Goblin Cave——

A little guy about half the height of an ordinary goblin huddled in the deepest part of the cave. Many things like plant roots grew out of its body, which penetrated deeply into the surrounding soil.

It is the Goblin King.

Of course, as the most vulnerable individual, it will not be easily exposed to other creatures.

Leaving aside the fact that it is hiding in the cave so hidden that it cannot be found without looking carefully, just preparing a burly puppet with a crown on its head in front of the cave to pretend to be the Goblin King is enough to make ordinary creatures There is no way to tell the truth from the fake.

The roots on its body conveyed other goblin nerve intelligence. The group of four-hoofed creatures that they had beaten away not long ago sneaked up again to attack its people.

They are really ignorant ungulates. Haven't they discovered that those low-level goblins who don't even have a very vague self-awareness are useless no matter how many they kill? As long as there is food, low-level goblins can multiply at an astonishing speed that even cockroaches can't match.

Instead, they will die because they are surrounded and suppressed by endless lower-level goblins!

But then the Goblin King discovered something was wrong, once it began to control the Goblin Sea, trying to surround the centaur troops. They always retreat without any reluctance to fight, and the two short legs of the goblins naturally cannot catch up with the fast-moving centaur.

After being attacked several times, the Goblin King also noticed something was wrong.

Those ungulates seem to be deliberately directing its army.

After realizing this, it immediately released the mutated goblins around the cave, and began to search around. Sure enough, it found a group of centaur troops in another direction.

Sure enough, the strategies that these ungulates can think of are probably only at this level.

After ordering its personal guards to block the entrance of the cave, it ordered part of the large army to begin to surround the cave again like making dumplings.

In this way, nothing will be lost.

Just as it was thinking this way, the cave above its head suddenly collapsed.

What fell down along with the dirt, gravel and grass roots was a man in a black magic robe.

Seeing the surprised and panicked expression on Goblin King's ugly, pimple-filled face, Xi Wei brushed off his robe, held the seal card provided by the mission between his fingers, and said calmly.

"Although I know you have a lot to ask, I'm sorry, but I don't have time to explain it to you."

Ninety percent of the bosses died because of talking too much. Xi Wei naturally understood this unbreakable truth, and now he was indeed not 100% sure that he would be able to retreat under the siege of a large group of mutant goblins.

So in the next instant, he threw that card at the Goblin King's face. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile phone users, please go to m. to read.)