When accompanied by the huge side effects of the roar, Sengu felt as if a palace band had penetrated into his ears, playing and singing the sounds of nature that he could not appreciate at all, buzzing like thousands of mosquitoes, while in his mind
There was a fierce sea storm, and the turbulent waves seemed to be able to lift his skull. Half of his limbs had no sense of touch, and the slightest movement of the rest was accompanied by severe pain from the bone marrow.
Well.
Sengu groaned in pain, his eyelids rolled up, and he couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of mud stained with red blood.
Who am I, why am I here, what am I going to do!
The three questions kept lingering on the Berserker lying on his back, and it took him a while to remember the cause and effect of his appearance here.
"I...stepped into the trap of those goblins..."
The weapon in his hand had flown to nowhere, and every bone in his body was in pain, and his face seemed to be covered with ice and snow. He knew clearly that he was seriously injured now. Although the frozen blood was taking effect, it continued to
It generates frost to stop the wound bleeding and prevent the injury from getting worse.
It was at this time that he heard footsteps and the disgusting laughter, and then he saw several twisted and ugly faces in the sky above his field of vision.
Goblin!
These bastards!
Sengu opened his mouth to say something, but found that a lot of his mouth and teeth had been blown away in the explosion just now, and his words could only be leaked, hesitant and unclear.
However, the expression he tried hard to show allowed the group of goblins surrounding him to see clearly.
Jili Guala said a lot, this is goblin language.
Sengu didn't understand it at all. It seemed to be ridicule, sarcasm, and also a discussion that was quite interesting about the frost on his face. Anyway, it was a judgmental look, which made Sengu feel quite unhappy in his heart, but at this time
He had lost the ability to control, and could only stare blankly, while at the same time worrying in his heart, what happened to Grim and the others now.
But before he could continue to think, a boot had already stepped hard on his cheek. It seemed that these goblins had finished their discussion, had seen enough, and had enough fun, so they decided directly on his fate.
Are you going to die? The boots on your face combined with the goblin's gloomy and twisted smile could no longer arouse any anger in Sengu's heart. It was as if even his heart and brain were frozen by the ice and blood. He was extremely calm and entered directly into a world that could not be imagined.
The state of being happy with things and not sad with oneself.
I began to think carefully about my past time, and fragments of broken and short-lived memories flashed through my mind like a horse watching a lantern.
Among them are the beautiful memories of childhood, the difficult tribal survival after the death of parents, the hardships of joining the army, and the recent boring journey.
Although he has lived the life he dreamed of before, he doesn't have to worry about hunger sweeping over him at any time, nor does he have to worry about the coming snow storm that can freeze people into ice sculptures, nor does he have to worry about a precarious life. Now he has enough strength to protect himself.
.
But he has forgotten why he was so obsessed with getting ahead, and what his original goal was.
Probably the white dragon that destroyed his family?
However, after the arrival of the Navia army, the white dragon reluctantly turned into a trophy and hung it on the city gate of the capital Cormilan. His anger and desire for revenge had already passed through the city gate countless times.
time, exhausted.
But in a daze, his memory returned to the year when he was eight years old. It was a cold winter with heavy snow. Because a white dragon was nesting nearby, the food of the original tribe began to be in short supply. Later, when the dragon attacked, his father transformed into a human being to protect his mother.
While making ice sculptures, my mother also suffered an irreversible cold bite. The shaman in the tribe could not heal such a serious injury. Before she finally died, in the warm tent, my mother held his little hand with an extremely cold hand,
The words of encouragement in his ear.
she says:
——"Stay alive, my child, and bear witness to the world with your father's and mine hopes."
——"Yes! Live."
——"I want to live!"
Suddenly, Sengu's lost vitality seemed to have returned to this body. He tried hard to open his eyes, opened his mouth slightly, and let out an unwilling roar in his throat.
"I want to live!"
He didn't know where the strength came from. When faced with the short blade that the goblin thrust into his throat, he felt his left hand and waist exert force at the same time. He stood up and grasped the short blade together with the goblin's right hand tightly.
The goblin, who had lost his balance, also came into his arms, and he hugged his chest with one hand like a child.
"!...%!￥!"
The goblin on his chest let out a series of curses. Sengu didn't understand and didn't want to hear them. He just held the goblin's right hand tightly.
Click.
The sound of broken hand bones was heard, and it couldn't help but howl as it felt the huge force that turned its hand into a ball of soil. The short blade fell to the ground. It couldn't think of the human being who was crippled and paralyzed just now.
Come with the strength to hold it hostage.
But it was useless to dwell on the reason at this moment. It tried its best to push with its legs and bite with its teeth, but no matter what, it could not let go of the human's left arm that was holding it hostage. Instead, its teeth unconsciously
Already soaked in frost.
Sengu felt that the struggle coming from the goblins on his chest was getting smaller and smaller, and his left arm relaxed slightly. He did not want to kill it, but wanted to rely on this hostage to make these goblins throw away the rat - if they were really smart.
, and care about what your companions say.
Of course, at the beginning, he found that these goblins did not dare to attack him. Whether it was bombs or approaching, they were very cautious, because whenever they came close, Sengu's strength would increase a bit, causing the dying goblins to scream again.
He was wailing, but the sudden situation suddenly made him jump to his feet.
I don't know what they said, but one goblin didn't care about the goblin hostage he held in his chest. Instead, he made a quick decision and wanted to use the bomb in his hand to bury him and the goblin in the smoke.
The bomb was thrown. Sengu, who was holding the goblin in one hand, didn't have time to think too much. He directly subconsciously threw the goblin in his arms towards the bomb. At the same time, his body also quickly used his left hand and left leg to move behind a tree.
retreat.
In less than two seconds, the soil and blood-like pieces of meat carried by the explosive air wave flew over his head, and also hit him in the back of the heart. The residual effect was not big, but when he continued
As he crawled forward, he found a bloody eyeball with some mucous membranes staring at him. This was the goblin's eyeball.
Sengu couldn't help but open his mouth, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.
It's not a loss now, at least.
However, he still did not give up hope. First, he supported himself with his hands and turned over. Then he leaned against the tree and looked directly at the smoke-filled place. At the same time, his left hand held a piece of gravel at hand, even though he could not go back again.
Pulling out his sword, he was not willing to be killed by them at will.
Change it to another one.
Just change it to another one. Sengu couldn't help but hold his breath, pursed his lips that were covered with a layer of ice, stared at the smoke and dust in the forest in front of him that had not dispersed, and held the back of his left hand holding the gravel.
The veins were already popping out, like a leopard waiting for an opportunity to hunt. As the footsteps came, his eyes became sharper, his left arm was slightly raised, and his wrist was tilted back.
Whoosh!
The moment the short figure vaguely appeared, the prismatic stone was shot out accurately and quickly, but there was a dull sound, as if it hit a wall.
Before the doubts lingered in his mind, the smoke and dust in the forest dissipated, revealing a goblin figure hiding under a shield, slowly advancing, and other goblins with the same green skin were looking at it from a distance, with ferocious expressions.
And gloomy.
Sengu, who did not want to die, naturally considered several methods, but found that those methods were all hopeless for him who had lost his limbs, but he still did not give up.
He wants to live!
So he still kept throwing the stones he could get around him without stopping. Even though most of them were blocked by the shield, it still prevented many goblins without shields from getting close. He could only rely on the shield to gradually advance the distance, and then use bombs to solve them.
This human being.
Apparently, the goblin who had lost one of his companions was now very cautious.
No chance at all.
Seeing such goblin behavior, Sengu, whose mobility was severely impaired, naturally understood that he might not be able to escape from the forest.
Therefore, he now only hopes that his death can buy Grimm some time and use up more of the strange reserves of these green-skinned dwarves.
But what he didn't expect was that while he was constantly fighting back, he could only watch helplessly as the distance of the bombs was getting closer and closer. The goblin in the farthest place fell down without warning, without even a roar.
It disappeared into the forest, and it was like there was a big mouth underground, swallowing up the lone goblin silently.
However, although Sengu was happy in his heart when he saw this, he remained calm on the outside and continued to pretend to be angry, using his little strength to throw gravel and soil one after another.
And precisely like this, the rain-like blows made the goblin focus his eyes forward, completely unaware that a great white shark appeared behind him that appeared out of nowhere and preyed on people.
It wasn't until the team's casualties were halved that a green-skinned goblin realized something was wrong. It screamed and wanted to warn, but the arc of the sword that broke out of the ground directly cut it off along with its body. The sharp harvesting posture cooperated with the
The human body crawled out of the soil, and the goblin team, which had never felt any crisis at all, suddenly faced its first unprepared blow.
What's even more deadly is that he can disappear and then reappear like a ghost, so that the bombs thrown in a panic have never touched the human beings in front of him, and are forced to explode behind him, unable to affect them.
He doesn't have a cent.
All the goblins stared wide-eyed at the humans in front of them.
If they can speak Common Language, then they must be thinking about it.
this……
Is it a human or a ghost.
On the other side, the goblin approaching with the help of a human shield has reached the best throwing position, ready to kill the half-wasted human in front of it, then turn around and go back to support its teammates.
Sengu naturally saw its movements and knew that it would not survive this time, but he smiled because he witnessed the demise of the goblin team with his own eyes. Death is valuable, not worthless like just now.
There is no point in living.
He recognized the human who killed the goblins. He was the young traveler who claimed to be wandering around the periphery just before the action and seemed to have a good relationship with His Highness Cecil. Whether it was the alien weapon in his hand or the
His golden eyes that seemed to light up the night were key features that made him particularly memorable.
That's good, there's no need for Grim to witness my misery, Sengu laughed to himself.
From the original plan to attract firepower, to the furious charge after discovering the death of his teammates, and then accidentally falling into the vicious trap of the goblin, the time was actually very short, not to mention that he woke up from the explosion, hijacked the goblin, and fought back.
It was short-lived, so he must not have been unconscious for long, maybe not even a few minutes in total.
Someone else might not have had the chance to react so quickly. After all, the location where they were hiding just now was in a forest filled with cold mist. There were many shrubs and it was extremely hidden.
Whether intentionally or not, he noticed the gaze cast by the young man named Woody not far away. The rugged Northland man grinned and waved hello, ignoring the man who was preparing to give him a fatal blow.
After all, in his opinion, his mission has been completed.
--"boom!"
But just as he was quietly waiting for the expected explosion, a roar in the forest broke the once again silent night.
He thought it was an explosion, but there was no air wave or severe pain as expected. Instead, the goblin holding a shield not far away from him suddenly fell down, and the shield scraped crookedly on the ground. The bomb in the goblin's hand was still tightly held in his hand.
The tab hasn't been opened yet.
How is this going?
He subconsciously looked at the position where Woody was standing just now, and found that in his empty left hand, there was now a short metal hollow stick, with steam emitting from the tip of the stick.
It seemed that the roar just now came from where it was.
Of course, what was more surprising than Sengu were the living green goblins. They all looked at the weapon in Woody's hand in disbelief. This unusually familiar appearance was clearly the weapon owned by their team commander. How could it appear in his hands?
There.
Of course, those who observed more carefully also discovered the tactical eyepieces that looked like monocles on Woody's eyes, and looked even more shocked.
Because of the appearance of this fine film, it seems...
But before they could continue their conjecture, the humans in front of them continued their cruel harvest.
There is nothing more comfortable than gaining a steady stream of experience points.
After experiencing many battles tonight, he became more and more familiar with the hunting steps.
Whoosh!
Another figure disappeared in the air, and in an instant, it reappeared three steps away.
At this time, the slender arc-shaped weapon that exuded cold light appeared together with the person.
Chopping down hard.
Click!
The sound of flesh and bones being chopped off together.
I saw a curved sword flying across the sky, blood splattering everywhere.
