"It's the mayor."

After the frightened escapees discovered that the person was Randolph, they stopped one after another. They treated each other as a life-saving straw.

"Sir, it's so terrible, countless goblins." said a leading escapee tremblingly.

"snort!"

Randolph had no expression on his face, and a cold light flashed in his cold eyes. He finally comforted the people in the town for a while. If the guys in front of him ran back, the work he had done before would be wasted.

"What are you afraid of!"

Listening to Randolph's cold words, the fugitives present felt a sense of suffocation, and no one dared to speak out.

Homage.

At this time, all the swordsmen drew their weapons one after another. Facing those who were panicked, their eyes were full of disgust.

"Why, do you have no courage to speak? Let me know carefully. The people ahead are fighting hard, but you are so cowardly that you just want to escape, shame."

"Look, these swordsmen come from different families and different forces, but tonight they gathered together without hesitation in order to protect Miral. They are real warriors, and you."

"It's even more disgusting than those goblins outside. It smells foul all over. Even if you're alive, you're already a dead person. Now I'm staying there. If anyone dares to leave here, I'll kill him!"

Soon, Randolph led the swordsman toward the battlefield, and the fugitives who remained in the same place remained silent. A bloody thing spread out in the bodies of some people. Then, many people clenched their fists tightly, and even more so, blue veins on their foreheads emerged.

"Ah! I can't stand it. Just die. I'm going to fight!"

"Add me."

"My lord is right, I don't want to be a coward."

"Let's go, let's kill these goblins."

"Roar!"

The riots in the crowd continued for a while, and people left here one after another, and they rushed towards the battlefield.

There were fewer and fewer people who insisted on staying in the same place. Randolph's words were too intimidating. These people had no courage to run back to town, and there were only two choices in front of them.

Either continue to stay in place in shame or fight vigorously.

Survival or destruction is a serious issue. Many times, the night is given the ability to bring death, and people have to respect it.

Even in the forest, the law of survival that brings death to the night has been continuing. It is like a inheritance, with a long history.

The dawn symbolizes hope, people love it, because the day can make everything beautiful, it is the opposite of darkness.

When the first ray of sunshine shone on the earth, it was quiet outside the Black Thorn Manor, and the Goblin's figure disappeared without a trace, leaving only the broken bones on the ground.

The gate of the manor was not closed for a whole night. Hul, who was in charge of the vigil, and his four companions could breathe a sigh of relief, their faces were filled with fatigue.

I kept listening to the goblin's harsh clamor, which was a torture of spirit, and they would rather fight with real swords and guns.

Not long after, Yag led two swordsmen over and they were here to change shifts.

"Thank you for your hard work, go and have a rest. Leave the next work to us." Yag patted the other person's shoulder and his eyes fell outside the manor.

“When did they retreat?”

"At dawn, the scene of these guys retreating was so spectacular, just like a long river of darkness." Hur barely smiled on his face, and the picture was still stuck in his mind.

"Haha, it's such a pity. If I had known, I would have come here earlier." Yag smiled and expressed his regret.

"There will be a chance. If you really want to see it, you can try it tonight." Hul said seriously, and no one could hear that he was a joke.

"You can consider this, you can go and rest." Yag responded and urged quickly.

"Then I'll leave it to you." Hul did not postpone it, he was indeed a little tired.

The shift handover work was completed. After Hur and the others left, Yag asked the two swordsmen to stay in the manor, and he went outside by himself.

The bones all over the ground shocked him, and his hatred for the Goblins rose to a big step. It seemed that these dirty guys ate everything and even their companions didn't let go.

About half an hour passed, Rock and the others arrived at the door of the manor. After Milair prepared the carriage, they hurried to the town of Milaer.

Rock was sitting alone in the carriage, with only Murdan, Yag and Vader accompanying him, and no one else took him. After all, he was going to pick up Helen. If it went well, he would not want to stay in the town for more.

"Sir, it seems that Miral was not calm last night, and the battle was not easy."

As he arrived in Miral, Murdan drove his horse to the car window.

"But it seems that Randolph and the others have kept it."

Rock saw the embarrassing fortifications through the car window. The battle traces around him were extremely eye-catching, and some people were even cleaning up some broken bodies.

The ground was covered with goblin bones, and more people were rushing to repair and build fortifications.

"Stop here."

From a distance, Rock saw an acquaintance and immediately signaled the carriage to stop.

Seeing this, Murdan and others got off the carriage and followed Rock toward the fortifications.

"Look, it's Mr. Rock, he's here."

"It should be coming to find Chief Barrow."

"I don't know how Black Thorn Manor is now. I heard that some of the masters in the town were completely destroyed by goblins last night."

"Didn't you see Mr. Rock appear here safely? You're asking such an idiotic question."

The busy people looked up and looked at them. Many of them had bloodshot eyes and a look of horror. They were surprised by Rock's arrival and were whispering to each other in private.

"Good morning, Brother Barrow." Rock walked behind the other party and said with a smile.

"Ha, Rock, it's great to see you." Barrow, who turned around, dragged his fatigue, and he smiled and patted the other person's shoulder.

"Brother Barrow seems to be in trouble last night, haha."

"Yage, are you talking sarcastic?" Barrow glared at the other party, still smiling, not angry.

"Brother Barrow, this is Murdan, this is Vader." Rock briefly introduced.

Upon hearing this, Barrow's eyes fell on Murdan, and he took the initiative to speak: "Hello, I finally saw myself, Doggs has been thinking about you."

"Hello, Barrow, I have a friendly match with Dogus and I haven't played yet." Murdan stretched out his hand friendly.

After shaking hands with Murdan, Barrow looked at Vader.

"Nice to meet you."

"Same, Brother Barrow." Vader responded politely, slightly restrained.

After everyone met, Rock looked around and asked slowly, "Brother Barrow, why didn't you see Randolph and Doggs?"

"They're going to rest first." Barrow sighed slightly.

"After fighting for a night, the Iron Man couldn't stand it. Many people died last night. The number of those goblins was so terrible that it was endless. Miral barely blocked it. I don't know how long it could last." Barrow felt deeply worried.

"Do your best, there will always be miracles." Rock comforted.

"After that being said, Rock didn't feel relaxed last night. I really didn't expect that Black Thorn Manor could actually block the Goblin's attack. It surprised me so much." Barrow was sincerely happy for the other party.

"Brother Barrow."

Yag was about to explain, but suddenly he was interrupted by Murdan's shoulder with a heavy pat on his shoulder. He reacted instantly.

"Yag, what do you want to say?"

Facing Barrow's inquiring gaze, Yag didn't know what to say. He quickly looked around and saw a group of people leaving Miral, and asked hurriedly: "Brother Barrow, what are they doing?"
Chapter completed!