Chapter 83.5

the other side.

A few minutes before Alice was defeated by the Goblin Emperor.

Dark clouds are rumbling, and the rain is unabated.

Little Henry really climbed up the rugged cliff, relying on his perseverance, stepping up on the rock step by step.

This is the inside of the underground lair and the outside of the underground palace.

Little Henry carried his father's sword on his back, took a few breaths in place, and looked around.

Worried about his mother's comfort, he hurried into the cave.

When the narrow cave suddenly opened up, it was the majestic underground palace in Henry's eyes.

Little Henry was lost for a while and had never seen such a thing.

He wondered if his mother might be locked in, he had to hurry up.

How high is the IQ of a child?

Obviously it won't go anywhere...

Little Henry saw a giant goblin in front of him, so this hot-blooded fool, without a word, drew out the sword behind him, and rushed up.

"You bastards! Give me my mother back!"

Little Henry's two steps are at most the same as an adult's step, with two small carrot legs going up and down.

The giant goblin was not very intelligent, so he looked back and looked at Little Henry without putting him in his eyes at all, as if he was looking at a small bug.

"Go to hell! Take your uncle Henry a sword!"

Little Henry swung his iron sword and slashed fiercely at the armor of the giant goblin's feet, splashing a trace of sparks, but it did no harm to others.

He was stunned and frightened, but he immediately recovered and hacked continuously.

"Dead! Die! You bastard! Give me my mother back!"

The giant goblin looked at the little Henry who could only attack his toes, and laughed loudly.

Little Henry gritted his teeth, his helmet tilted to one side, still struggling to chop.

The giant goblin seemed to have played enough and felt a little boring, so he raised the big club in his hand, grinned and gave a sulking smile.

"what...?"

Little Henry sat on the ground in fright. He didn't expect that he would be useless, and looked at the big club held high in horror.

He was a little scared, his blood gradually cooled, and he still didn't want to be smashed into mud.

"no, do not want..."

Little Henry subconsciously closed and was shocked, completely afraid to look at the giant goblin.

But there was a gust of wind in the ear, and then there was a "chill"!

When Henry opened his eyes again, he saw the giant goblin being split in half abruptly, blood and bones bursting in all directions, and finally crashing to the end.

The old trash Uncle Merlin, incarnate as the God of War, stood in front of Henry with a straight waist. Although his body was thin, he was not powerful.

Under the black coat, wearing a bartender's suit, he apparently came over while working.

The rusty, gaping sword, stained with the blood of the goblins, was furious.

Merlin shook off the blood, shoved the sword into its sheath, turned around and smiled and said to little Henry

"Your boy has a good momentum just now, with a perfect score of 100, give you a 99."

"But if you are not obedient, you will deduct 99 points if you run into such a dangerous place."

"As a result, you still scored zero in the end, haha..."