Chapter 22 Massacre (2/2)
This damn hillbilly, he does not know what fate was awaiting him!
Those men ……Is it really those men? It must be! They came to look for me!
Once those people find me, then my fate would be to be brought back……
But this hillbilly, he may……No, it is impossible! He will definitely be killed!
According to Uncle’s nature, he would do anything to cover this up and massacre every single person who could become a threat in revealing this scandal without the slightest hesitation! Furthermore, compared to Uncle’s status, this hillbilly would not even be an ant in his eyes. Uncle would just casually crush him without batting an eye.
Though this hillbilly was very rude to her, in the end he did rescue her three times.
Ugh……How could I convince him not to continue North……
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The pitiful creature did not even need to interfere with Shaar, before Shaar himself encountered an unexpected problem that night!
Throughout the whole day, Shaar had been expecting the one called “Sky Raider”, the gay goblin feudal lord, to make an appearance – to be honest, he really wanted to meet the goblin who invented homosexuality for the goblin race.
Unfortunately, feudal lord Sky Raider never made an appearance. Even though they captured several goblin soldiers, for some unknown reason, the goblin tribe unexpectedly did not send more soldiers.
The guy he was waiting for did not come, but instead he encountered an unexpected scene in front him!
In the evening, Shaar finally arrived at the river Oaks was talking about.
Since it was currently winter dry season, the river bed had almost dried up. The more than 100 meters-wide river had less than one-third of its original width remaining. Moreover, the water level had dropped very low; let alone a human, even a dwarf or a goblin could effortlessly cross the river now. The water level reached only to their knees.
Near the river, our group ran into a camp.
It was a small goblin tribe.
Ah, too be more accurate, this was “once” a goblin tribe!
From a distance, one could already smell a stench that would make people puke, and broken mud wall could be seen. It had mostly collapsed and on the wall were several mutilated goblin corpses. Those dead goblins had traces of horse hooves trampled on them.
There was not one single survivor of the goblin tribe inside the wall. Several goblin mud houses were destroyed and at the center was an old tree trunk with two goblin bodies hanging off it.
Those two goblins hanging from the tree seemed much taller and stronger than the other goblins and were probably the leaders of this tribe.
Inside the wall, the ground was filled with goblin corpses. Traces of fighting could be seen everywhere and crude goblin weapons such as broken swords, cracked shields and slashed leather armor were scattered everywhere.
Taking one look at this bloody scene, the pitiful creature almost fainted. Shaar immediately became serious and his eyes showed a complicated expression: “You stay here and do not move!”
He tore a piece of cloth, covered his nose and mouth with it, and entered the goblin killing grounds alone.
Next to a smashed mud house, Shaar saw a broken goblin short spear on the ground and picked it up, carefully inspecting the spot that had being cut.
“What a clean cut!” Shaar squinted his eyes: “What a refined technique!”
While observing it, his eyes started to burn with competition. He took a deep breath before wielding his axe and cut this short spear.
After a cracking sound, he carefully inspected his own cut, and frowned after a little while. “No, it’s not good, I can’t cut this smoothly.”
Thinking about it more carefully, he was not willing to accept it: “Yes, maybe my weapon isn’t as sharp as the other guy’s.”
However, those people that attacked here had either a higher martial arts skill level than him or more sophisticated weaponry than his……
Furthermore, according to the rules of Primal Wildfire, if you meet a group of murders like this one, it was absolutely bad news.