The Wizard’s Way Home

Chapter 31: ambush

  Doug witnessed this line of six rides, and quickly approached him. Just wait until the opponent is close, and then quickly pull up the tripping rope, the horse will fall because of loss of balance, then just need to hug up, there will be fresh pieces of meat to put in the soup pot, tsk tsk, if it doesn’t work, the saliva will flow down. . Doug quickly stopped the illusion, focused his attention on the human being who was coming, and pressed his body lower to prevent the other party from discovering himself.

  Hey, why did the other party slow down, wait, what's that glittering? The roaring wind interrupted Doug’s thinking. Doug felt as if there was some liquid flowing down his face, and then the hot pain was transmitted to Doug’s brain through the nerves, and then there was a loud bang, shaking. Doug's ears buzzed. Doug quickly looked back to check what had happened, only to find that a kobold who was lying behind him had opened a bowl-sized hole in his chest, and he could already see the trees behind him. Seeing it won't live.

Before Doug came back to his senses, there were a few sharp winds flying over, and then there was a loud bang, and the mud around Doug splashed, and the splashed mud occasionally had broken limbs. His arms flew up, and then the ground was spilled. At this time, Doug's body was hung with unlucky intestines.

   "Rush up and hack them to death." The warlock hiding behind the boulder yelled, and then the wooden staff in his hand shook, and a huge fireball appeared out of thin air, and then flew towards the six people on the horse like a sharp arrow.

   "Great, Master Warlock finally showed off his power, even the boulders in the wilderness can't stop the fireball of Master Warlock." At this time, Doug can no longer hate the kobold warlock, even though the opponent has robbed him of his leadership position. Although the opponent often beats and scolds himself, Doug only hopes that Master Warlock is as good as possible, and it is best to repair these human beings-food should have food consciousness.

However, things did not develop in the direction that Doug expected. I saw a big man headed by the opponent drew the cross sword from his waist. The blue light flashed on the cross sword and slashed towards the fireball, and the expected explosion The sound did not come, but the fireball flickered and turned into a little spark, floating away. But the other party continued to rush over with the cross sword just like a okay person.

Doug was completely dumbfounded. Is this the almost invincible Warlock in his own eyes? Why are these people so powerful? Just when Doug was at a loss, I saw a person in the opposing team quickly rushed over in a gray cloak, and then As soon as he raised his hand, a dark blue electric light shot at Master Warlock, and Master Warlock screamed and fell to the ground. The person who could shoot the electric light in his hand pulled out the short knife in his waist, and rode a horse from the side of Warlock. After that, there was the surprised head of Lord Warlock that followed that person.

   "Run!" Doug yelled and ran away quickly. Even the Sorcerer, who was regarded as the greatest support, was beheaded, so why did he stay here? However, how two legs ran over four legs, Doug felt wind blowing in the back of his head within a few steps, and then he felt black in front of him, and he was unconscious, oh, unconscious.

   When Doug opened his eyes again, the afterglow of the sun had covered the diseased wood plains, and the golden sun was shining on the yellow gravel land, showing a vicissitudes of beauty. This was once Doug's favorite scenery. Especially when guarding the soup pot and smelling the fragrance wafting from it.

   But at this time, Doug was not in the mood to watch, because he found that he was tied up, and the rope used for the binding was the rope he had originally planned to use as a sling. The rope is now stained with a lot of brown marks, which is obviously just a short time after being stained with blood.

Doug raised his eyes and looked around. There were a lot of corpses of the same kind lying around. Some had their heads cut off, some had a big hole in their chest, and some seemed to be burned in total darkness by flames. Oh, that’s Joe. Master Warlock made the kobold who was pretending to be a corpse, at this time, has become a real corpse, half of his head has been trampled to pieces, what a poor fellow.

   Why is it so sure that it was trampled to pieces? Didn't you see a human being wiping his boots?

   At this time, a human saw Doug wake up and walked towards Doug. A white light flashed in the opponent's hand, scared Doug closed his eyes tightly. The expected pain did not come, but there seemed to be something more in his mind.

   "What's your name." The other party asked.

  咦I can understand what the other person is saying. Before Doug came back to his senses, the stick in the man's hand was drawn to Doug's face. A red and swollen mark appeared on Doug's face.

   "What's your name." The other party continued to ask blankly.

   "Dao, Doug." Doug replied timidly, for fear that the other party would draw a stick again.

   Isn’t that the wooden staff in Master Warlock's hand? Normally, Master Warlock is a tight baby, so he wipes one side carefully every day, but at this time, he is boringly shaking it in his hand.

  If Master Warlock knew that his precious wooden staff had been treated this way, I wonder if he would come alive in anger. Doug thought wildly.

   The man seemed satisfied when he heard Doug's answer, "Where is your tribe and how many people are there?" The man continued to ask.

   Do you want to tell him~www.wuxiaspot.com~ What if he hurts people in the tribe? Doug hesitated. The instinct of race reproduction prevented him from divulging any information about the tribe.

Snapped! Fiery pain came from the face again, "Where is your tribe, and how many people are there."

   "There are still 20 people in the direction where the sun is setting." At this time, the desire to survive has prevailed, and Doug can no longer control that much. At this moment, he just hopes to be beaten less.

   "How long will it take to walk, and who else are there?" The man continued to shake the stick and asked.

"It takes half the time to cook a pot of soup. It's all crippled. It helps guard the camp and Lord Warlock's property. I know where Lord Warlock hides all the property, and I am willing to contribute it." The survival instinct took over. The upper hand, at this time Doug is willing to sell everything in exchange for a chance of survival.

"How about? This skill is pretty easy to use, right?" The man said to the person next to him, "He is proficient in language and one of the three most practical witchcraft in the wild. After all, you can't expect all creatures to speak human language. It’s that human beings themselves don’t have a unified term."

   "How to get it?" the person next to him asked.

   "20 magic stones, this is one of the few witchcraft in the academy that is not prohibited from spreading."

   "It's too expensive, 10 yuan."

   "15 yuan. Can't be less."

"make a deal."

   "By the way, will you go to that camp? It is said that kobolds have the same hobbies as dragons, and they all like to collect some shiny things."

   "Of course I go, how can I lose the trophies I finally got." At this time, another human with a red cloak intervened.

   At this time, the human with the warlock stick in his hand raised Doug, "Lead the way ahead, if you dare to play tricks, I will throw you into the goblin's soup pot."

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