Chapter 12 Prey (Part 2)

"Romon! Romon! Wake up! Romon!" Sleeping Romon felt that his face was wet and someone was pushing his body. He opened his eyes and saw, "Ah!" He jumped up Woke up, what was in front of me just now was the face of a big black dog.

"Romon, you're awake." Not far away was a middle-aged man who spoke, wearing a cloak made of emerald green leaves. Beside the middle-aged man was a big white dog besides the black dog named Xiao Hei.

"Teacher? Is it a teacher?" Luo Meng felt that he recognized who the other party was: "Is it Teacher Jiefa?"

Druid Jafa came to settle here a year ago. It was in a forest outside the town. Romon followed him to learn Druid. Of course, he usually didn't come in except for exchanging goods.

"Of course I'm a druid, Geoffrey North." The middle-aged man said lightly: "But it's not your teacher."

Romon suddenly felt as if struck by lightning, his body trembling faintly under the cover of his clothes, could he have discovered the secret of his soul? No, absolutely not, I was not questioned even though I was in the temple of the goddess.

"My apprentice is only Weiwei Mercury." Behind the middle-aged man, a beautiful girl poked her head out and looked at Romon. Druid Jaffa stroked her hair tenderly.

"Then... what's the matter with Master Jiefa?" Although the current Romon is not the same as before, he still feels very upset when he is said so by the other party.

"I saw a fire here. I was afraid of causing a forest fire, so I rushed here!" Jayfa said.

"Fire light? Is it the bonfire lit by me and my two companions in the wild?" Romon was confused, looking at the druid: "There is no way, I have to light the bonfire to drive away the beasts..."

He waved his arms to explain to the druid master, and his voice became more and more excited. The protection of nature and the use of nature were intertwined in his heart, and these two thoughts became a mess.

"Besides, my companions are by my side!" Romon explained, "They are watching the bonfire, and they won't let it burn down the forest."

He was about to say that, but the last sentence stuck in his throat.

Romon felt that in front of him, the face of Druid Jaffa gradually became blurred, and finally turned into the resolute face of Mr. Richard who had gone through many vicissitudes.

"Yes, your companion is by your side." Mr. Richard pressed the hilt of the long sword hanging at his waist.

Romon looked around, not only did the druid Jaffa become the warrior Richard, but the surroundings also changed from the wild woods to the school martial arts field in the town.

The girl who poked her head out from behind the druid just now was gone, and Richard only had his long sword around his waist.

"Our partner is by our side!" Richard slowly pulled out the long sword from his waist, and pointed the long sword at Romon, "What could be more reliable than it."

"Partner?" Romon also drew his sword in his hand, staring at his dagger. "This is a partner I can rely on." Then, he suddenly felt that the current situation was strange, and his emotions suddenly became high, "But my partner is not only my sword, but also Farfell and Nick!"

"Your partner Nick was seriously injured, and he might die in a blink of an eye." Richard said slowly, "One of you will die in your first adventure with the two of them." Richard hesitated: "Well, maybe it's not a complete death, but a loss of self-care ability."

He shook his head slowly: "But what's the difference?"

He stared into Romon's eyes: "Tell me, is there anyone who is willing to follow you on adventures in the wild, even your companion Fafer, will he still be with you? Even if he is still with you, will he be with you again?" When will you die?"

"Dear Mr. Richard!" Romon listened, feeling overwhelmed: "You are an excellent fighter, don't you believe in those who fight by your side?"

"I believe, but they are all dead." Richard said lightly,

"Thirty-five years of fighting, my brothers have died too many!"

He rarely showed a sad expression: "The only thing left to accompany me is my long sword."

After all, Romon was delirious, so he didn't realize what was unreasonable. Of course, if he realizes that this is unreasonable, it will not appear in his dream.

"No, I won't do that," Romon growled, "I persuaded them to come out, so I will help them with my sword."

"Really?" Richard swung his sword casually, and with his sophisticated swordsmanship, he stabbed Romon to the ground in a short while.

Richard looked down at Romon lying on the ground with cold eyes, and said, "Get up!"

Romon got up, was stabbed again, got up, was stabbed, got up, was stabbed, and repeated this countless times.

"Get up!" Romon heard this sentence again, but his body seemed to be out of touch with his soul. After struggling several times, he could only shake his body slightly, as if being pressed down by a heavy hammer.

"Get up! Enemy attack!!!" Romon woke up suddenly.

It turned out to be a dream. Romon felt that his head was a little dizzy. He just wanted to take a breath, but his eyes suddenly opened wide, and what he saw was a spear.

Throwing a spear pierced the tent of the three and stuck it in the mud! The faint light at night illuminates the surroundings.

"Someone sneak attack!" Romon's heart tightened, and he hurriedly touched the sword beside him.

Romon jumped with his hands up, and his dexterous body jumped out of the tent, and then rolled on the ground before turning over and standing up.

"A lot of goblins!" Under the light of the bonfire, Romon didn't even bother to pat the dust off his body, his eyes narrowed all of a sudden, trying to make himself see clearly in the dark night, his eyes quickly swept left and right.

In one hand, Farfell held the lid of the soup pot as a shield. With the other hand, he grabbed a throwing spear from the ground and held it in his hand. "We're being targeted!" He said, roughly checking the throwing spear in his hand, "Huh? The spear head is not damaged?" He originally planned to use this as a wooden club.

The throwing spear brought by the goblin is obviously not a high-quality product.

Generally speaking, in order to prevent the enemy from throwing the spear back, a piece of cork should be used at the interface between the metal spearhead of the spear and the wooden pole.

In this way, after receiving the impact of a throw, the throwing spear cannot be used directly. And if it is not designed in this way, wouldn't it be giving weapons to the enemy?

"One, two, three..." Romon quickly counted the other party's number by the light of the bonfire and the celestial body.

But before he finished counting, Romon moved his ears.

"Romon! This way! Back to back." He heard Nick's voice behind him, he hurriedly stepped back a few steps, and then bumped against the other two backs.

Romon felt a chill all over his body, and his thoughts that were not fully awake because he had just woken up from a nightmare became clear, and the faint tiredness was immediately eliminated from his mind.

After being surrounded by the opponent, one must deal with it calmly. If one cannot adopt the correct strategy, one will be vulnerable to all-round attacks from all directions, while ordinary humans can only defend against attacks from one direction at a time.

As for the masters who have been killed for a long time, they can consume a lot of physical strength and generate extremely high movement speeds to seek opportunities to break through the encirclement.

Just as Romon, who had just woken up, looked at the situation, Farfer stretched out the end of the spear, inserted it into the bonfire, and flicked it out forcefully. Several pieces of burning firewood were immediately thrown out in front of him. .

"Break out from here!" Farfell roared, and then exerted force on his feet, taking the lead in breaking through.

Immediately after that, Romon and Nick felt that there was no one behind them. They hesitated for a moment, and walked towards Farfell with awkward steps.

Then a few more spears were inserted heavily into the place where the three of them had just stood.

Many creatures are afraid of fire, and goblins are obviously no exception. When the goblins in that direction saw the flying firewood, they immediately panicked.

Romon and Nick both captured a goblin as a meat shield.

The three fought and walked, broke through the defensive circle after a while, but didn't remember to attack back immediately, and ran a little farther in embarrassment, and then stopped.

"Rubic! Rubic!" The goblins behind the three of them chased for a while, and after being killed a few more, they didn't chase them very much. They just shouted meaningless words, as if they were celebrating their victory.

"What shall we do next?" Nick threw the almost dead goblin to the ground, panting against the nearby trees, the single clothes on his body were scratched a few times, and there were some scars. "Just keep going forward and flee back to the town?"

Romon stabbed it with a sword, and the goblin let out a sharp scream, and then moved forward with the horizontal sword, and wiped the one in his hand on his neck. He looked up at the position of the stars, "It's wrong!" He pointed in the direction when he was talking, "That's the way back to the town."

"Ah, why are you going this way?" Nick coughed and turned to look at Farfell in a strange way.

"I didn't care so much just now! You can't just stay where you are and get beaten." Farfell spread his hands, "At worst, it's just a circle."

"What a long detour. Why don't you just turn around and kill?" Luo Meng chuckled, "I fell asleep just now, so I didn't have much preparation, so I was caught off guard."

"That's right, Romon and I were both asleep just now." Nick remembered the strategic shift just now, and suddenly became a little annoyed, "Why should we be afraid of them?" He became more and more annoyed, "Those goblins are not as good as a fifteen-year-old boy." tall."

"I also left my short bow there. It was given to me by others. It is very important to me, and I have to get it back." Farfell pointed at the small shield in his left hand. This wooden shield was originally used as a gift. For pot lids, "The opponent also has weapons, so each of us must have a shield."

Romon reached into his arms, took out some hemp rope from the space pocket, and neatly tied the goblin corpse to his arm, making a veritable meat shield. After weighing it, he smiled: "It can still be used."

"Correct, good idea!" Nick took a piece of rope, tied it up as before, and shook his arms, but felt that the drooping head, four small arms, and calves of the goblin's corpse were in the way, so he planned to cut it off with a sword, leaving only The next torso acts as a shield.

Romon hesitated, but after thinking about it, the three of them had bloodstains more or less on their bodies anyway, and they were not afraid of adding this bloody smell, which would attract the attack of carnivorous beasts.

Romon also modified the meat shield in the same way as Nick, and asked Farfell, "How many does the other party have?" The three of them chatted for a while, and naturally knew that Farfell was on guard just now.

Farfell found it intimidating to use a tank like this, but didn't say anything about it.

"Well, at least ten or more, and twenty is not impossible." Farfell thought for a while, a little unsure, and spread his hands to express that he was not very clear: "We just fought in the dark just now, who has It’s time to count the specific number of the other party.”

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