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The local army fled all the way, while the goblin army bypassed the fire wall and chased them on magic wolves or let the magic wolves chase them empty-handed. Their purpose was simple, to bite the local army and give the troops that caught up from behind a chance to encircle and suppress them.

Fortunately, Zhang Wei's repeated actions saved the local army from danger. Of course, before rushing out of the forest, there were also unlucky ones who panicked and ran into trees or fell to the ground. Zhang Wei often did not help them, but let them be "picked up" by the goblin pursuers.

After finally escaping from the forest, Centurion Ochoa took out a red warning magic scroll from his magic bag and crushed it towards the sky. A huge red warning bomb shot straight into the sky, and then after reaching the highest height it could reach, it began to slowly fall towards the direction of Laza City.

"There will be no reinforcements. Don't stop if you want to survive!" Centurion Ochoa shouted as he saw some soldiers sitting on the ground to rest and some even thinking about taking off their armor to cool down.

At the same time, in order to prevent some soldiers from not believing him, Centurion Ochoa chose to chase Zhang Wei who had gone ahead.

"Did you do that on purpose just now?" Centurion Ochoa, who caught up with Zhang Wei, was questioning Zhang Wei whether he wanted to burn him to death with a wall of fire.

"Yeah, the accuracy is a little off." Zhang Wei saw that Centurion Ochoa had misunderstood, and he did not intend to explain. Although they had just shared life and death, both of them knew that they were the two poles of the world. Either they would never meet, or one of them would be destroyed after meeting.

"Can it be defended?" Centurion Ochoa asked whether the city of Laza can withstand the goblin's counterattack.

"Lazar City? You should first think about whether you can escape back." Zhang Wei said, pointing behind Centurion Ochoa.

Centurion Ochoa looked back and saw that the Goblin Wolf Cavalry and the Demon Wolves had rushed out of the forest and were chasing the local army soldiers who were left behind.

Seeing this, Centurion Ochoa wanted to draw his sword and organize his troops to come back for help. However, when he saw more and more goblin cavalry and magic wolves rushing out, he immediately gave up the idea of ​​resistance and ran for his life.

"Hey, I was just about to say that you should look at him differently and see how the great hero sacrificed himself for others, but it took less than a second? You can't do that either, you little dog." Zhang Wei began to mock Centurion Ochoa.

Centurion Ochoa said nothing. If the local lords were keen on eradicating monsters and suppressing bandits, then the local army would also have to fight. As long as there was fighting, there would be casualties. If it was not your turn today, it would be your turn tomorrow. It was only a matter of time.

Therefore, Centurion Ochoa, who has been through many battles and seen life and death, would not risk his own life to save others, let alone die with the lives of more people just to save a few people who are holding back.

"Was it this bad before?" Centurion Ochoa asked about the Diamond-level Adventurer Subjugation Team.

"It's more embarrassing than this. We encountered a hotbed room. Some people may have mental problems, but at least there are no casualties." Zhang Wei gave a relatively objective answer.

"Really? You knew this would be our fate, right? But, just for the dark thoughts in your heart, you deliberately watched us die! Right?!" Centurion Ochoa suddenly began to blame Zhang Wei. His strong self-esteem made it difficult for Centurion Ochoa to accept that all this was caused by his arrogance and rudeness. At this time, if a person does not want to admit his fault, he will often blame others, especially those who happen to be related to him.

"You're talking as if you'll listen to me," Zhang Wei didn't tolerate Centurion Ochoa. He had seen many people like him. When they had achievements, they would grab more crazily than anyone else, fearing that they would miss out. When faced with responsibilities, they would throw them away faster than anyone else, fearing that they would be stained with the slightest bit of responsibility: "Will the Marquis listen to your nonsense? You took away half of the troops, and now there are only so many people left. The king originally wanted to take back the local military power by stationing the royal army in the local area, which led to the local military establishment becoming closer and closer. You've made the Marquis return to the time before he started his business."

Centurion Ochoa glanced at Zhang Wei, and then dismissed the idea that had just come to his mind, which was to kill Zhang Wei, so that all the mistakes could be put on Zhang Wei. Even if the Marquis had arranged two confidants, these two were not fools. They both understood that if they could not come up with a reasonable solution after encountering such a terrible defeat, they would all be in trouble. Only Zhang Wei, an outsider, would be fine, and could even reap the benefits.

Then why did Centurion Ochoa give up this idea? Because Centurion Ochoa's intuition told him that he might not be able to beat Zhang Wei, and there is a high possibility that he would be killed by a sneak attack. Then he would have no room for maneuver. As for intuition, men also have intuition.

Zhang Wei saw through Centurion Ochoa's little tricks. If Zhang Wei didn't need the local troops to return to Laza City as soon as possible, he wouldn't mind killing Centurion Ochoa, the annoying idiot, right here.

"Centurion, the road ahead is long. Without me, can you escape back?" Zhang Wei said, and in front of Centurion Ochoa, he released an ultra-long-range wall of fire to stop the goblin army from pursuing him.

Centurion Ochoa looked at the magic that Zhang Wei cast in seconds and knew that he was not completely sure that he could kill Zhang Wei. If he was alone and forced into a desperate situation, Centurion Ochoa might fight Zhang Wei to the death and have a good fight.

However, after seeing the wall of fire, Centurion Ochoa understood that if one more of the soldiers behind him who were trying their best to escape could return to the city alive, he would be able to speak more forcefully to the Marquis in the future.

"How many more can you use?" Centurion Ochoa wanted to know Zhang Wei's mana and endurance. Since he planned to return to the city alive with his defeated troops, he had to cheer up, gather himself and continue to play the role of the centurion.

"A lot." Zhang Wei's answer was the same as no answer.

Centurion Ochoa tried hard not to throw a punch. He suppressed his anger as much as possible and said in a voice that was trembling with anger: "At this moment, we need to cooperate to survive. There is no need to talk nonsense."

"Oh," Zhang Wei glanced at Centurion Ochoa, then cast another long-range fire wall, and then said, "If we keep this frequency, I can still cast a few more when we reach the city gate."

"So powerful?" Centurion Ochoa was shocked at first, and then a little unbelieving.

"There is something called blue medicine, you idiot." Zhang Wei took out a blue bottle and laughed wantonly...