Chapter 230: The Immortal Caresses My Head

"Forget it, it doesn't matter! Forget it if you don't mess with us. If you dare to make trouble again, I'll let him get away with it!" Roland snorted coldly, his eyes full of disdain.

Without looking at the Goblin corpse that gradually lost body temperature and became stiff, Roland decisively turned around and left the place.

"The monsters in the Misty Mountains are much more terrifying than the goblins. There are rumors that an adult black dragon once lived here...but who knows." Balin introduced Roland while swinging his ax to cut down the bushes blocking the road.

"It's best not to provoke the monsters that live in groups here. It will be very troublesome if you get entangled with them!" Bahrain continued.

"I am more impressed by the trolls here than the World of Warcraft..." Roland grinned. After all, those huge trolls left a very deep impression on Roland.

"Indeed, those trolls with gifted stone skin are really difficult to deal with!" Balin said with deep understanding. After all, there are few creatures whose skins cannot be cut open by dwarven iron tools, and trolls are among them.

"According to legend, some northern humans still live in the Misty Mountains. They hide from the world in the secret realm and live a carefree life!" Bahrain told Roland as if he suddenly remembered something.

"Understood. After all, half-orcs in such a large mountain range cannot extend their tentacles to every corner." Roland smiled.

Then the noise ahead attracted the attention of Roland and Balin.

"What happened?" Roland turned to ask the guard beside him.

"We just encountered a group of goblins. They relied on a stone hill to snipe at our team. Mr. Ormsk wants to play with them. Now we should lead people to surround them!" The corner of the mouth of the royal guard beside him twitched. , helplessly spread his hands, after all, what can he do in the face of a playful hero.

"Good guy... let's go take a look! Kaslo! Follow!" Roland glanced at Kaslo who was dozing on the horse, quietly walked up to him and yelled at him.

"F*ck!" The dazed Caslo was instantly frightened and jumped up from his horse. He naturally drew out his riding sword with his left hand and then slashed in the direction of the source of the sound.

"Qiang!" A crisp sound came, and Kasluo woke up completely. He saw Roland holding the hilt of the dragon-slaying sword with both hands to parry Kasluo's riding sword.

"It scared me to death! Fortunately, I learned the parrying skills!" Roland wiped the cold sweat from his head and was startled by Kaslo's stress reaction. Just now, his reaction was slower, in case he didn't learn the parrying skills... Now the whole city of Swift Current is open for banquets.

"Your Highness! Are you okay?" Kaslo dropped his riding sword, dismounted, and rushed towards Roland.

"Fuck off, Ormsk is playing house with the goblins in front, let me go and have a look!" Roland dragged Kaslo away who was rushing towards him.

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"Shield! Block it! Haven't you eaten? Can such a small rolling stone destroy your shield wall? My eighty-year-old grandma can walk more steadily than you with a shield!"

"Oh, yes! Oh, yes, yes! That's how to suppress them! It doesn't matter if you can't throw the gun accurately! Ensure the density and frequency! These wooden throwing guns are not valuable, don't feel bad, just throw them away. After throwing them, cut down the tree next to it and cut it down and there will be dozens more !”

"Hey, hey, hey! Rangers, stop! Stop shooting! If you shoot the goblins again, they will be gone! I finally found you a training target, don't die before you play for a while!"

From far away, Roland and Kaslow saw the classmate Ormsk with his hands on his hips, high-spirited, scolding Fang Qiu, and giving pointers. It seemed that his war command art cells were awakened at this moment, watching him mobilize his troops and generals. The goblins were tightly besieged on a hill and were holding people in batches to practice their skills. Roland suddenly felt that the Tibetan mastiffs he raised were not as pure as him.

"Do you know how much damage your method of play will cause to the poor goblins? They are just poor goblins!" Roland said, shooting a goblin who rushed down with a mental breakdown. Face said compassionately.

"Look at them, are they easy to communicate with? Are they not cruel at all? They don't yell loudly. How can you be willing to cruelly abuse such quiet and cute goblins?" Roland twitched slightly. The lying goblin was raised in front of Ormsk. The poor goblin was still cold, his limbs were still twitching unconsciously, and blood was dripping from the corner of his mouth.

"My favorite thing is to convince people with virtue. How much is wrong with fighting and killing? In Middle-earth, there is not only fighting and killing, but also worldly kindness! Are you right? Little one? I will let you go home now. Don't worry, I swear in the name of King Lagrand that I will not blame you for offending me. Go ahead, little one! Go home early, by the way! Be sure to publicize this king's kindness to your friends!" Roland held out his hand He flipped it and threw it away while shouting instructions to it.

"Pah!" The poor Goblin grabbed the ground with his head, and his brain was spinning...

"……"Bahrain.

"..." Ormsk.

"..." Kaslo.

"Oh, I'm so kind. Look, this goblin is so grateful to me!" Roland said in amazement.

Ormsk swallowed, his king knew how to be kind.

"Run away! These goblins are crazy! Catch them!" Suddenly, the goblins on the mound seemed to be unable to bear the endless torture by humans, and they launched a desperate breakout in all directions. Don't say this Hundreds of short, pale-skinned goblins were running away like a group of white rats.

After being chased and intercepted by the soldiers, most of the goblins were chopped down to the ground, and only a few of them ran away.

"Hey! Is there a lucky guy here?" Roland looked at the goblin running towards him in surprise.

"Damn it!" Kasluo stepped forward to stand in front of Roland. He was already cursing those soldiers in his heart for being unreliable, actually letting such a thing hit the king's frame!

"Wait! Don't do it! This goblin is destined to me!" Roland stopped Kaslo's good intentions, opened his legs, and ran towards the goblin in both directions!

"Bang!" Looking at the goblin's ferocious expression and the simple stone ax in his hand, Roland directly raised his big foot and kicked him out. The goblin was kicked away ten times in a graceful parabola like a cannonball. Come a few meters away.

"Dragon God! Look at how injured he is! I'm guilty!" Roland came to the Goblin and looked at the latter's injuries carefully. His chest had collapsed and he was already dying.

"Holy Light!" Roland waved his hand and developed his skills to treat him.

Everyone looked like they had seen a ghost. When did this living king of hell become so kind? Can you also treat Goblins and other alien races?

"Look at this hairless little head! It's so pitiful!" Roland said with pity.

"Little guy, you remind me of a poem from my hometown..." Roland said with emotion.

"Poetry?" Balin came over, wanting to see what this living king of hell had to say.

"The Immortal caressed my head, and the iron hand shattered the heavenly spirit!" Roland leaned down and stretched out his big iron-gloved hand at lightning speed, squeezing the Goblin's head to pieces. It gave Balin a look (after all, the height of the dwarf...)

"Turin! I believed your evil! You are a cruel villain at heart!" Bahrain retched angrily. Now he finally knew why this guy pulled down his visor! If I had known earlier, he wouldn't have joined in the fun!

"You are not a human son..." Ormsk shuddered. His king could really kill others with a smile.

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