He stretched his head to the hole, and Little Aragon hung upside down to check the situation.

"That's? Goblin? This is the dungeon of Goblin?"

After seeing those creatures with similar height to the dwarf, sharper ears than elves, and ugly faces, Little Aragon shrank his head back, pinched his chin, and muttered in a low voice: "These things do not pose much threat to me, but they are too many to fight hard!"

After the words came to an end, he stretched out his head again, and saw that there was no goblin around the hole, and then he fell down gently.

The town of Goblin is located underground, with mountain walls standing on the mountain walls, and cliffs that can stand up everywhere are connected by wooden bridges, forming a rich underground transportation network. Torches are placed on the mountain walls, illuminating the caves. The Goblin guards are on guard at the ends of the wooden bridges, and they look very tight.

It is not easy to pass without disturbing the other party.

"It smells so smelly, but it's quite spectacular!" Pinching his nose, Little Aragon checked the surrounding environment, then lightened his footsteps, and saw a goblin guard not far away, touched it quietly. When the other party didn't react, he cut the other party's throat and threw it off the rock wall.

"Uh!" Frowning disgustedly, shook off the blood from the sword, Little Aragon whispered: "It's so disgusting, even the blood is smelly..."

"Take out the hammer, raise the pliers, bring the chisel and the gong, and you won't live long on my fork thighs..."

"Bingbingpong, no one can save you..."

Hearing the strange singing from afar, he was worried about how to find the dwarfs, little Aragon smiled and said, "I found it! There!"

With his steps lightly and holding his weapon, Little Aragon continued to walk forward. When he encountered the guards, he tried his best to avoid it. He could not dodge them, so he simply and neatly dealt with the other party. After spending several minutes, he was hiding in a rock wall, and finally saw Thorin and his group surrounded by countless disgusting goblins.

"One, two, three...thirteen? Where is Bilbo? Could it be..." Little Aragon's head lightly pointed, bad thoughts appeared in his mind.

"It shouldn't be. Don't think about it. After rescuing Thorin and the others, you should know the traces of Bilbo!" After shook his head, Little Aragon focused his attention and continued to observe the situation below.

"Notify the Pale Orc? This disgusting guy recognized Thorin's identity? Who is that Pale Orc? You won't just start fighting like this! There are too many goblins below!" Hearing the words of the goblin king who was fat and more like a shemale man, Little Aragorn grabbed his head and became a little nervous.

Fortunately, the development of things did not start fighting like Little Aragon, and took Solin and the others' lives.

While those goblins were surrounding Thorin and the others, they actually started to sing... under the leadership of the Goblin King.

"What's the situation? Celebrate in advance?" Little Aragon listened to the weird tone and lyrics, endured the feeling of going crazy after hearing it, and tried his best to keep himself calm so as not to alarm the other person.

But, endlessly, endlessly, the songs improvised by the Goblin King, combined with the goblin's broken gong-like voice, buzzing in his ears like ten thousand flies.

Looking at the Goblin King who was still entertaining himself, Little Aragon gritted his teeth and said, "I want to kill that bastard!".

But before he could move, a harsh scream sounded from not far behind him, but a goblin discovered his traces when he was careless and neglected by the other party's annoying singing.

"There is a human here!"

A sound that was comparable to a soprano suddenly rang out, and it sounded from the mountain wall where little Aragon was, causing the singing below to buzz.

"Finally stopped!" Little Aragon was not panicked at the sight of discovery. Instead, after hearing the song of the Goblin King below, he felt relieved.

"Catch him!" The Goblin King stretched out his fat fingers and pointed with great momentum. The Goblins near the mountain wall that was more than ten meters high above the ground shouted, waving the strange weapons in his hand and rushed towards Little Aragon.

"Tsk!" He looked at the ugly little dwarfs with disdain. Little Aragon jumped directly from the mountain wall amid the exclamations of the dwarves under the mountain wall and the doubts of the goblins.

"Bang!"

Without the fragmented and brain flowing like they imagined, Little Aragon landed gently around the dwarves, and the long sword in his hand swept across like a train, cutting off the heads of two goblins, and then shouted at the dwarves: "Get out!"

The dwarves were stunned and ran towards their weapons, but a bunch of goblins waved their weapons and stopped them.

At this moment, Little Aragon jumped up lightly, stepped on the heads of the Goblins and landed around the dwarves' weapons. Then, a clear "full moon" sounded, and a long sword with Mars and Little Aragon's internal force was thrown out by him.

The next second, a circle of goblins fell to the ground like cut wheat, and made a series of thudding sounds rolling down, clearing a path for the dwarves.

The dwarves ran over in surprise and picked up their weapons.

"Kill them for me!"

Although the Goblin King was also startled by the amazing performance of Little Aragon, he moved his fat body amid a hysterical cry and smashed the dwarves with the hammer in his hand.

"bite!"

As the sound of weapons interception sounded, Thorin drew out his weapon and collided with the other party. The two of them took two steps back at the same time.

"You are a beast biting sword. The legendary beast biting sword that killed a thousand orcs' heads!"

With a horrified expression, the Goblin King seemed to be frightened by Thorin's weapon and took several steps back.

"Hurry up, kill them for me!" With a scream, the Goblin King waved his arms and let the Goblins pounce on him.

"Get ready to fight hard!" Thorin placed his weapon in front of his chest, looked at the little Aragon who was killing all directions, and said, "Estel, you are clearing the way ahead!"

Only the strongest person can serve as the tip of the assault sword. This work has always been done by Thorin, but now after seeing the power of Little Aragon, Thorin gave it up directly, which means that he recognized the power of Little Aragon.

"I understand, everyone follows closely!" Little Aragon reminded, holding the weapon in his hand, and rushing towards the goblin in front of him.

Hesitate!
Chapter completed!