Until the evening, everyone found a place to camp on the plain. Everyone stopped to rest and rectify.
Austen put his backpack on the ground and sat on it to rest.
“Did you faint, did you even breathe?” Austin Ge murmured to the goblin on his back.
Along the way, he can only rely on the weak pulse on the goblin’s wrist to judge that it has not been crushed by himself.
Austine glanced at the soldiers who were setting up the camp, and couldn’t help but want to walk over to help. But Claymont gave Austin a command before: You can’t leave this goblin half a step.
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