The Chief of the Man and Horses Bran Walton immediately summoned the only thirty remaining soldiers and took their weapons and ran towards the direction of the valley. In the past, there was a small river with rapid water flowing away the soil on the surface, hollowed out the roots of the tree, forming a valley that penetrated deeply into the ground, and then slowly expanded to both sides until the river dug through the ground and fell into the underground secret passage. The water flow was greatly slowed down, leaving behind a flat and easy road without trees, which was called the valley by the man.

The surviving tribe hid on a hill slightly higher than the surrounding area, with two cliff protections barely called cliffs. The best way to go is this washed-out valley. The people set up traps there, mainly javelins and pits, hoping to delay the giant's offensive. Bran Walton knew very well that everyone's original camp could not block the giant, and it might not work here. However, the tribe's people really need to rest, even if they can have three or five days.

"Ixie, you are going to evacuate the camp, we...we go to Hogwarts and find Dumbledore, and that is our last hope." Bran Walton said to the old man: "Even if we don't come back alive, you must live."

"Chief..." The old man suddenly pulled off a tuft of mane from his head and threw it hard on the ground: "Yes, I'll do it now!"

The Chief of the Man and Horse led the last soldiers to run out of the camp and stepped out of the sound of war's charge hooves again. Many young people wanted to join in, but they were stopped by him. These little guys did not play much role when they went to the battlefield, and they would run around and cause trouble to others due to lack of cooperation.

I don't know if they have any chance to grow up. With such concerns, Bran Walton came to the edge of the valley, where there was a man's whistle, and the horn was blown from here. I originally thought that the battle should have begun, but the two guards standing guard were still hiding behind the tree. They poked out half of their heads and looked at the direction of the valley. Without the guards saying anything, Bran Walton also found something wrong. The sound of fighting kept coming, but they were all in the distance, which seemed to be farther than the trap area.

"The trolls didn't come to attack? What are they doing?" the chief pulled a guard and asked, "What the hell happened?"

"Chief, we heard the sound of the trap triggering, and the scream of the giant, and then the horn sounded. But... it seems... it may..." The guards hesitated and finally said with a tough bullet: "They seem to have fought on their own. Pingping Pong Pong has been around for a while."

"Didn't you go and see?" the chief asked, then shook his head: "Forget it, I'll go and see."

They scattered their formation and walked down the valley carefully. Suddenly, a sea of ​​fire suddenly burst out in the forest at the end of their vision! The orange-yellow light pierced into their eyes, making them all close their eyes. Bran Walton blocked his hand with his hands and barely looked through his fingers, and vaguely saw a huge black shadow walking on the edge of the sea of ​​fire. Such a violent flame erupted in the forest, which was likely to trigger a terrible fire. Because the trees were too dense, he could not judge the direction of the wind. If it was blown towards the camp, the consequences would be unimaginable.

The flames continued to burn, more than a hundred meters wide. With this light, the people saw several moving shadows one after another, but they couldn't see what they were. A very strange thing happened. No tree was ignited in the place where the flames were shrouded. The flames spread on the ground, and the big tree was watching foolishly.

After about five minutes of burning, the flames suddenly went out and no light could be seen. As the breeze, a scent of flesh slowly floated over, making the horses suddenly feel hungry. Accompanied by the smoke, a giant, three humans and a dog swayed over.

"He is about to step on the sink..." Before the guard finished speaking, he saw the pit suddenly collapsed. The rattan mat that was originally covered on it floated into the air and was torn into pieces, and then shot back and forth in the valley area like heavy rain. The traps hidden in the stones, the roots and the ravines were all set off. Javelins, arrows and stones flew around for a while, and then slowly stopped.

"Hey, men! I see you!" Zhao Mai shouted loudly: "My name is Mike Longhu, from Hogwarts. I have no malice, come to talk to you."

After waiting for a while without a response, Zhao Mai shouted again and added a sentence afterwards: "If you don't reply, I'll agree. I'll go there now."

"What should I do? This wizard looks difficult to deal with." The man warrior said to Bran Walton: "Chief, why don't we go over and you will shoot together at once. He will definitely have no place to dodge and will definitely shoot him to death!"

Bran Walton was about to nod and agreed, but he heard the opposite person shouting, "Don't bother to shoot, it's useless!" The Chief of the Man and Horse stomped his hooves angrily: "What's his ear? Don't worry about him, let's talk about it after surrounding him! I'll go and see what he's going to say!"

Ten horses came from the front, and more than a dozen were separated from each other, surrounding Zhao Mai in a semicircle. They hid half of their bodies behind the tree, and aimed at Zhao Mai and his group with bows and arrows in their hands. Zhao Mai looked at them and stood on the far right side of the group, so as to block the direction that was most likely to be shot with Adu on the left.

"McRon Roar? I seem to remember you, who once went deep into our territory to look for stone statues. Haven't you got what you are looking for? Why do you still want to come back?"

Zhao Mai squinted his eyes and looked at it himself, but he really couldn't recognize the difference between the people and the horses, at least it couldn't correspond to the previous memory. "You are among the people and horses last time? Then why didn't you set up the border sign? Didn't I remind you?"

"After the shaman passed away, none of us could write anymore," said Bran Walton. "Tell me what you are doing?"

"I'll give you something, give you something, and then discuss something with you." Zhao Mai spread his hands and said, "I'm going to give you a young man. When I was still talking, I sneaked into us for no reason. He was about two hundred steps behind me, uh, for you, it's more than one hundred steps, and it's tied with a rope next to a tree. I told him to bring him back to you, but he didn't believe it."

"Is it true?" Bran Walton said to the warrior beside him: "You go and have a look, do you know if you are careful?"

The man nodded and ran over Zhao Mai's side. The wind brought up blew up Zhao Mai's robe. Barbara stared at the maniac nervously until he ran far away. Zhao Mai was unmoved at all and still looked ahead without even blinking. With Xiaohua and reserve grain to help him observe the situation around him, he was not afraid of being attacked by the maniac at all.

"The second thing is this from what you are given to you." Zhao Mai signaled to Ado, and the giant took his right hand to the left hand holding the shield, then untied a big bag from his wrist and threw it on the ground. The blue cloth bag was soaked in black liquid, and after opening it, it was the heads of eight trolls.
Chapter completed!