"Forget it, it's fine! If you don't bother us, it's fine. But if you dare to make trouble again, I'll destroy his nest!" Roland snorted coldly, his eyes full of disdain.

Without looking at the goblin's body that was gradually losing body temperature and becoming stiff, Roland decisively turned around and left the place.

"The monsters in the Misty Mountains are much more terrifying than goblins. There are rumors that a full-grown black dragon once lived here...but who knows?" Balin introduced them to Roland while swinging an axe to cut down the bushes blocking the road.

"It's best not to provoke the magical beasts that live in groups here. It will be very troublesome if you are entangled by them!" Balin continued.

"Compared to the Warcraft, I am more impressed by the ogres here..." Roland grinned. After all, those huge ogres left an extremely deep impression on Roland.

"Indeed, those ogres with gifted stone skin are indeed difficult to deal with!" Balin agreed deeply. After all, there are few creatures whose skin cannot be cut by the dwarves' iron tools, and ogres are among them.

"Legend has it that some northern humans still live in the Misty Mountains. They live in seclusion in this secret place, leading a carefree life!" Balin suddenly seemed to remember something and told Roland.

"I understand. After all, the orcs don't have the ability to extend their tentacles to every corner of such a huge mountain range." Roland smiled.

Then the noise ahead caught Roland and Balin's attention.

"What happened?" Roland turned and asked the guard beside him.

"We just encountered a group of goblins. They were sniping at our team from a rock hill. Lord Omsk wanted to have some fun with them, so he should lead his men to surround them now!" The royal guard beside him twitched his mouth and spread his hands helplessly. After all, what could he do in front of a hero who was too playful?

"Good boy... let's go check it out! Kaslo! Follow me!" Roland glanced at Kaslo who kept dozing off on horseback, quietly walked to his side and yelled at him.

"What the hell!" The dazed Caslo was so frightened that he jumped up from the horse. He naturally drew out his sword with his left hand and slashed towards the source of the sound.

"Clang!" A crisp sound was heard, and Caslo woke up completely. He saw Roland holding the hilt of the Dragon Slaying Sword with both hands to block Caslo's riding sword.

"I was so scared! Luckily I learned the parrying skill!" Roland wiped the cold sweat from his head and was shocked by Kaslo's stress reaction. If he had reacted a little slower just now, if he hadn't learned the parrying skill... Now the whole of Jiliu City can have a feast.

"Your Highness! Are you okay?" Caslo dropped his sword, dismounted, and rushed towards Roland.

"Get out of the way. Omsk is playing house with the goblins in front. Come with me and take a look!" Roland pulled Kaslo, who was rushing towards him, and left.

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"Shields! Block them! Haven't you eaten? Can such a small rolling stone destroy your shield wall? My eighty-year-old grandmother can walk more steadily with a shield than you!"

"Yeah, right! Yeah, right, right! That's how we suppress them! It doesn't matter if the javelins aren't accurate! Just ensure density and frequency! These wooden javelins are worthless, so don't be stingy and throw as much as you can. After you're done, chop down the nearby trees and you'll have dozens more!"

"Hey, hey, hey! Rangers, stop it! Stop shooting! If you shoot more goblins, they'll be gone! I finally found you a target to practice with, don't let it die before you're done playing!"

From a distance, Roland and Kaslo saw classmate Omsk with his hands on his hips, full of vigor and ambition, dictating the plan and directing the whole country. It seemed that his artistic talent for war command had awakened at this moment. Seeing him deploying troops to tightly encircle the group of goblins on a small hill and training people in batches, Roland suddenly felt that even the Tibetan mastiffs he raised were not as pure as his.

"Do you know how much harm this will cause to the poor goblins? They are just poor goblins!" Roland said with compassion as he shot a goblin that was rushing down with a mental breakdown.

"Look at them, aren't they easy to communicate with? Not cruel at all? And they don't shout loudly. Such quiet and lovely goblins, how could you bear to cruelly abuse them?" Roland lifted the slightly twitching goblin in front of Omsk. The poor goblin was not yet completely cold, his limbs were still twitching unconsciously, and blood was dripping from the corners of his mouth to the ground.

"I like to win people over with virtue the most. What's wrong with fighting and killing? There is not only fighting and killing in Middle-earth, but also human relationships and social etiquette! Don't you agree, little guy? I will let you go home now. Don't worry, I swear in the name of King Lagrang that I will not blame you for offending me. Go, little guy! Go home early. By the way, you must spread the word of my kindness to your friends!" Roland flipped the ball in his hand and threw it out while shouting to it.

"Bang!" The poor goblin slammed his head against the ground, his brain splattering everywhere...

"……"Bahrain.

“…”Omsk.

“…”Caslo.

"Oh, I'm really too kind. Look at this goblin, he's prostrating himself in gratitude to me!" Roland exclaimed in amazement.

Omsk swallowed his saliva, his king knew how to be merciful.

"They ran away! These goblins are crazy! Catch them!" Suddenly, the goblins on the mound seemed unable to bear the endless torture by humans, and launched a desperate breakout in all directions. Don't say that these one hundred or so short, pale-skinned goblins running around looked like a group of white rats fleeing for their lives.

After being chased and blocked by the soldiers, most of the goblins were chopped to the ground, and only a few escaped.

"Hey! There's a lucky guy here?" Roland looked at the goblin running towards him in surprise.

"Damn it!" Caslo took a step forward and stood in front of Roland. He was already cursing the soldiers in his heart for being unreliable. They actually let such a thing attack the king's frame!

"Wait! Don't do it! This goblin and I are destined to be together!" Roland stopped Kaslo's kindness, took a step forward, and ran towards the goblin in both directions!

"Bang!" Looking at the goblin's ferocious expression and the crude stone axe in his hand, Roland raised his big foot and kicked it out. The goblin drew a beautiful parabola like a cannonball and was kicked more than ten meters away.

"Dragon God! Look at how badly he's injured! I'm guilty!" Roland came to the goblin and carefully examined his injuries. His chest had collapsed and he was dying.

"Holy Light!" Roland waved his hand and used his full skill to heal him.

Everyone looked as if they had just seen a ghost. When did this living devil become so kind? He would even treat goblins and other alien races?

"Look at this hairless little head! It looks so pitiful!" Roland said with pity.

"Little guy, you remind me of a poem from my hometown..." Roland said with emotion.

"Poetry?" Balin came closer, wanting to see what this living devil had to say.

"Immortal, touch my head! Iron Hands Shatter Heaven's Spirit!" Roland leaned over and, with lightning speed, extended his large, iron-gloved hand and crushed the goblin's head. White and black spray instantly covered Balin's face (after all, the dwarf was tall...).

"Turin! I believed your lies! You cruel villain at heart!" Balin retched in frustration. He finally understood why this guy had pulled down his visor! If he had known earlier, he would not have joined in the fun!

"You are not a human being..." Omsk shuddered. His king was really able to kill others with a smile.

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