If he had not gone there, but rushed straight to the Goblin location, he would have probably not struggled to support it now, but had penetrated into the center of the encirclement and was directly wrapped in dumplings. Like the previous few waves of centaurs, the whole army was wiped out.

But these luck seems to be insufficient to support him to escape from the Goblins' encirclement

After wielding the battle axe and knocking the three-headed goblins out like golf, Viller Larent took a breath

His side abdomen was scratched by a desperate goblin. Although he cut the goblin into two pieces, the wound kept his vitality losing...

This will not work!

Although we can know that the number of goblins in this direction should be the smallest, even if he looked at it, he still had a goblin all over the mountains and fields, and there was no head at all.

"My fellow!" He shouted loudly in the language unique to the Centaur clan: "Now we are in crisis, but this investigation still makes sense!"

After pausing, sweeping away several goblins who were trying to attack, Virlarent continued to shout: "It's time to make a decision now! Singer, we will use all our strength to send you out of the siege. Please tell our tribe members what happened here, so that they must not act recklessly!"

At the end, his tone with ambition to death became extremely sonorous, and the centaurs around him also showed expressions of looking at death.

They are natural warriors, and they are also darlings of the grassland; even the grassland elves are not their opponents on the flat land; they never fear difficulties, and they dare to face death; they are centaurs!

"Friends, let's charge together!"

The last slogan was shouted, and the centaur chief had a arrogant expression on his face, wielding his battle axe like a berserker, intending to lead the way, rush into the goblin sea, and use his flesh and blood to open a short path for his tribesmen.

"Actually..."

However, at this moment, a voice that made Vier Larent feel subtly familiar to them sounded over their heads.

He raised his head in surprise and saw the figure floating in the air

"I think you can all save it."

Xiwei, who claims to be an ordinary human magician, said lightly. At the same time, dozens of dark red fireballs like lava fell from him, causing bursts of flames and surging explosions on the ground.

The Goblin Sea, which seemed inseparable just now, was split from it like the Red Sea in front of Moses.

The Humen language of Vellarent was passed down from generation to generation by the Iron Hoof Tribe. It is said that their ancestors once stood on the same front as humans. Some of them even fell in love with humans, gave up their identity as tribe members, and left the Iron Hoof Tribe.

Although it was too long and it was not very useful in normal times, Verlarente's Hugman language is a bit clumsy, which made him completely unable to understand what Severe just said, but even so he could understand the other party's behavior
Chapter completed!