Xia Ya searched carefully in this goblin tribe. There were 164 goblin corpses in the entire tribe, regardless of age or young. All the corpses were considered deadly to Xia Ya, an experienced hunter. It was obvious that these goblins had resisted, but they could not form an effective counterattack against the enemy.

These goblins also tried to escape, but judging from the horseshoe marks surrounding the tribe, the guys who attacked goblins had a lot of power better than goblins, and these goblins had no way to escape.

Many goblins were shot and killed on the earthen wall when they were escaping over the earthen wall.

Xia Ya pulled out an arrow from a corpse and weighed it twice.

Armor-breaking arrow?

His eyes lit up. The ridges of this kind of arrow are of metal texture, with a heavy body, and are specially used to shoot through the enemy's armor. In Wildfire Town, only those powerful mercenary groups will use this kind of arrow, but they will only use it in small quantities when they occasionally encounter strong enemies.

And here... the people who attacked here actually used such expensive arrows to shoot the lowly goblins??

Sharp weapons, fierce and cruel massacre, flying riders, fatal killing skills with one blow...

Moreover, more than 100 goblins were slaughtered in one fell swoop without leaving a single living habit. This style is rare in places like Wildfire Land. I am afraid that only a few black tribes with prominent names on Wildfire Land will do such things.

But... even those black tribes will not waste their energy to slaughter goblins - goblins are like beggars, and robbing them is in no way good unless you are interested in all kinds of suspicious jerky made by goblins.

After walking around the periphery of this tribe, Xia Ya stopped and closed her eyes and thought for a while. The horse hoof marks, bloodstains, footprints, and corpses left on the ground seemed messy, but in Xia Ya's heart, a vague clue was quickly cleared out.

These horse hooves, combined with the distribution of the goblin corpses, and even the direction of falling down, immediately reminded Shaya some of the already vague memories.

It seems... there are some similar descriptions in the yellowed books that peeked at the old guy.

Xia Ya opened her eyes. At this moment, the rustic bull's face was solemn. He walked around the tribe again and sorted out a roughly clear idea in his heart.

(More than 20 people, no more than thirty, all of them were cavalry, with archers, and skilled archers. They were divided into three teams, and one team blocked the way out at the tribe's door, broke the tribe's gate and killed them, forcing the goblins to jump over the wall and escape. The other two teams were horse teams, taking the opportunity to drive away the escaped goblins along both sides of the tribe's earth wall, shooting some of them with bows and arrows, and then driving the horses to chase and slaughter those who missed the net. These people have excellent weapons and their martial arts are obviously better than ordinary mercenaries.

Moreover, the equestrian is also very good!

This can be judged by the fact that they can ride a horse over the not too short earth wall.)

Less than thirty people slaughtered more than 100 goblins, and they had no casualties on their own. At the same time, no goblins had been escaped. Such well-trained combat methods may not be able to do even the most famous black gangs on the wildfire field. Those black gangs are fierce, but they may not have such combat skills that come and go like the wind and are fierce and fierce.)

As he thought too much, Xia Ya even felt a sense of depression that he couldn't breathe. He took a few deep breaths before he could barely suppress this faint uneasiness.

"What, how?"

Seeing Xia Ya coming back, the poor man seemed to be unable to stand firm. Her face was pale, and even cold sweat broke out on her forehead. She hurriedly asked Xia Ya.

"What else can you do? It's all dead." Xia Ya carried the axe on her shoulder and saw the poor man's face strange: "Yi? Why is your face pale?"

"Uh... the wound hurts a little."

"What are your legs shaking?"

"Well... it's a little cold."

Xia Ya looked at the poor man seriously, suddenly grinned, strode up, stretched out a big hand, pressed her hard on the poor man's head, rubbing her hair in a mess, and laughed: "Are you scared? Hahahaha, don't worry, you'll be fine with me. You are my sorrow, and you will never let others touch your finger."

Seeing this rustic bully smiling heartlessly, the poor man was a little annoyed at first, but then Xia Ya's laughter infected her. She couldn't help but feel warm and let Xia Ya's big hand mess up her hair.

This rustic guy...maybe he can protect me...

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Compared with the wretched nervousness, the goblins saw the slaughtered tribe in front of them, without any fear or mercy.

On the contrary, these guys even looked at the ruins in front of them with a smile, and burst into laughter from Oke Oak.

Goblins... What a bunch of guys who are born to like internal strife.

"Are they not worried at all?" The poor man didn't understand.

"They have always been like this. The thing that goblins like the most is to watch their kind of unlucky, even if they are in the same tribe, let alone other tribes being slaughtered." After Xia Ya finished speaking, she walked over and kicked the happiest goblin warrior over, swung her axe and made a gesture.

The princess immediately walked over with her head raised and her belly was arrogant. She called out a few times, driving the goblin warriors to continue walking forward.

Under the order of Chara, their group did not go far, but waded through the riverbed next to the goblin tribe and camped across the river.

Xia Ya still looked like a vulgar country bumpkin, beating and scolding the goblin warriors, throwing all the work of transporting and making fire to these "Suosuo", but the poor man saw a trace of unusualness from some of Xia Ya's subtle performances - although this rustic man still laughed and cursed, occasionally a sharp edge like a beast flashed in his eyes. When night fell, Xia Ya sat by the river and looked at the dead tribal ruins on the other side. He squinted his eyes, and a trace of light was occasionally smeared in his eyes. Finally, he turned his head and looked at the poor man. His tone was very calm, but the words he said made the poor man's heart jump!

"Hey..." Xia Ya looked at the poor face: "Awake up when sleeping at night, we may get up and run away at any time."

“???”

The poor man was startled, his hands trembled, and he threw the water bag on the ground.

Xia Ya smiled, but his eyes were very serious. He pointed to the other side, and his tone seemed casual: "Those guys, they may not have gone too far. I saw from the mark of the horse hoof that after they slaughtered the tribe, they split into several groups and spread out. I was very worried that we would meet these guys. Although I don't know who they are, judging from their style of conduct, it must be not a pleasant thing to meet them."

"Then, then we're still here?" The fear that could not be concealed in the poor voice: "Why did you camp so early today?"

"Because this place should be the safest." Xia Ya thought for a moment, and his voice was very confident: "Those guys just slaughtered the place, so it is unlikely that they will come back here once they leave."

As Xia Ya said, holding the fire fork, a few pieces of wolf meat were pricked on the tip of the fire fork, and came to the poor man, roasted the fire fork on the fire for a while, and handed it to the poor man: "Eat it, no matter what, it is a happy thing to be able to eat with a full meal."

As he said that, he pointed to another bonfire not far away. The princess scolded the goblin warriors like a prisoner. Xia Ya did not abuse the goblin prisoners anymore, and even gave them a piece of wolf meat. However, a dozen goblins with such a large piece of wolf meat can only bite at most two bites.

"We might not have brought these goblin prisoners with us." The poor man thought for a moment: "If we go by ourselves, we may have a smaller goal and are less likely to meet others. Even if we encounter something, it will be easier for two people to hide."

Xia Ya smiled, and he looked at the poor man with a mocking look, and sighed: "No matter who you are, a guy like you came to the wildfire world, but he was really a god to bless you. Let me tell you, I can be sure that those guys are some of the most professional butchers and experts in killing. Although I don't know who they are, they may be a top thieves, a group of rebellious deserters, or a group of mercenaries who suddenly became crazy, but no matter what, those guys are all old birds! If you really meet them, don't expect us to avoid their eyes. A veteran can smell the smell coming from the wind even if you smell it with your nose. Therefore, I have to bring these goblin captives with me."

"Why?"

"Two reasons." Xia Ya smiled, grabbed a piece of almost baked wolf meat and took a bite, and said vaguely: "First, if we meet those butchers, these goblins can attract the attention of the other party, and we may have a chance to run away. Second, if we are lucky enough to not meet those butchers, then when we find the dragon, these goblins can also be used as a large number of baits - this is good for you."

The poor man glanced at the "sloppy" beside her, and she sighed in her heart and confirmed something again: Although this guy is a rustic guy, he is definitely not a honest fool.
Chapter completed!