Chapter 6: The Importance of Safe Driving

The chestnut-haired girl's palm was unexpectedly powerful. Mali was pulled by her and staggered, reaching out to grab the car door to avoid falling.

However, before he could stand firm, a new pulling force came from his arm again.

The chestnut-haired girl was saying something to him while pulling, her expression urgent.

Mali was a bit dumbfounded.

He had finally encountered a human, but he found that he couldn't understand what the other party was saying.

The chestnut-haired girl in front of him was clearly not speaking Mandarin, nor Henan dialect, or any other dialect Mali knew.

And his attempts to communicate with the other side had no effect.

As time passed, the expression on the chestnut-haired girl's face became more and more anxious, looking back toward the rear from time to time.

The next moment, something flew out of the darkness again.

This time Mali saw clearly; it was a pebble the size of an egg, which hit the luggage rack on the roof and bounced away, followed by another one landing on the hood. From the sound of the collision, one could tell the force wasn't light.

In addition, some faint figures began to appear in front of the spotlights, and they were generally not tall.

The chestnut-haired girl looked like she was truly anxious. Seeing Mali still standing there motionless, she hesitated, but finally let go of the hand that was grabbing his arm.

However, she didn't continue to run away afterward, but instead drew the short sword at her waist, turning her head as if intending to rush back.

But this time it was Mali's turn to pull her back.

Although they didn't speak the same language, he could roughly figure out what the situation was.

Those little shorties in the distance, if nothing unexpected happened, should be the same kind of creature as the goblin he had just hit and killed, and they might even have a blood relationship.

And the chestnut-haired girl was their prey, or rather, enemy.

Looking at it this way, which side to choose was self-evident; after all, the G300p's bull bar still had a goblin corpse stuck in it, and Mali didn't have time to get it down right now.

He pushed the chestnut-haired girl into the off-road vehicle and rushed up himself at the fastest speed.

The latter was still struggling, probably feeling that such a narrow space was difficult to hold, and it was easy to be surrounded by the enemy.

But when Mali got up, he had already grabbed the car door and locked it, and the chestnut-haired girl couldn't push it open at all.

And Mali had only put it in P gear and didn't turn off the engine when he got out to check just now; he shifted gears and gave it gas directly.

The engine roared almost immediately, and powerful traction was transmitted to the four wheels.

The chestnut-haired girl was startled by the sudden movement, especially when she found that the iron box around her was moving, and her whole person was unusually panicked, struggling desperately.

Mali was grabbed by the hood of his windbreaker by her, his neck tilted back, and he almost let go of the accelerator. He hurriedly shouted, "Don't mess around! Let's get through this first."

After being shouted at by him, the force on the chestnut-haired girl's hand became much smaller.

Mali's gaze also returned from the roof to the front, and his heart was filled with joy, "You can understand my words now?"

The result was still just a string of syllables with unclear meaning.

Well, it seemed that it was just a coincidence just now; it was estimated that it was because his tone sounded more serious that the other party stopped struggling.

Mali refocused his attention on the group of goblins in front of him, watching the distance between the two sides getting closer and closer.

He freed one hand, pulled out the seat belt on the side, and tried hard to buckle it on himself and the chestnut-haired girl.

There was no way; the latter had no self-awareness at all. After getting in the car, she occupied the driver's seat, and even if Mali followed up and squeezed her to the side, she wouldn't go to the passenger seat.

The final result was that the two of them were now sitting in the driver's seat together, and the long bow behind the chestnut-haired girl was even poking Mali's back neck.

But he couldn't care about such things right now.

Mali hoped that this group of goblins could retreat in the face of difficulties; after all, in many fantasy novels, these green-skinned little shorties usually had the characteristic of bullying the weak and fearing the strong.

They would swarm up when encountering the weak, and run away when encountering a tough nut, simply synonymous with wall grass.

And the G300p, as a heavy-duty off-road vehicle with a height of over two meters and a wheelbase of three meters one, wrapped in iron and emitting black smoke, should be no different from a dragon in their eyes.

However, for some reason, these goblins performed unusually bravely tonight, actually not retreating a step, just blocking in front of the off-road vehicle, waving the simple weapons of all kinds in their hands, and constantly inciting and clamoring.

Seeing this, Mali also narrowed his eyes.

Was this intending to avenge their companion? Or were they unwilling to let go of the prey in their hands?

How did it seem like he was being looked down upon?

The anger in Mali's heart also surged up, and he simply stepped on the accelerator to the end.

The G300p accelerated again, the left front wheel stepped on a protruding large stone, and the whole car took off, actually jumping directly over the goblin holding a small knife at the very front, and hitting another goblin wearing a red hat behind it flying more than ten meters away in one breath!

The latter fell into the companions like a bowling ball, knocking down many goblins additionally.

However, before they could crawl up from the ground, they were crushed by the tires falling from the sky.

The weight of a full 3.5 tons was simply not something their weak bodies could withstand. Some unlucky goblins were crushed flat, and some had broken hands and feet, with screams and wails one after another.

The remaining goblins also lost their will to fight one after another, and the legendary rout finally arrived as scheduled.

Mali looked at the goblins fleeing all over the mountain and couldn't help scratching his head.

The reaction of these guys was even slower than imagined; they had to be hit and flown a few times before they knew how powerful it was. How did this crisis awareness survive in the cruel nature?

It wasn't until his gaze fell on the light switch under the air outlet that he suddenly realized.

Oh, it turned out he forgot to turn off the ARB headlights.

The chestnut-haired girl who was squeezed in the main seat with him had been blinded by the light before, almost bumping into him.

In the eyes of the group of goblins just now, they could probably only see two suns and couldn't see the off-road vehicle itself at all.

This was also the reason why they performed so "fearlessly" before.

Well, it seemed that the light being too bright wasn't all a good thing.

But fortunately, the battle just now wasn't dangerous. The goblins themselves were relatively light in weight, and he could hardly feel any reaction force. The impact point was on the front bumper, and there should be no damage to the car body.

In the rearview mirror, the chestnut-haired girl had been keeping the expression of her mouth wide open for a while.

Mali eased the accelerator a bit, leaned over, unbuckled the seat belt that was binding the two of them, and pointed to the passenger seat on the side.

This time the chestnut-haired girl should have understood. He didn't know how nimbly she turned, and her body moved over.

Afterward, she learned from Mali and buckled the seat belt, but she still inserted it into the main driver's socket.

Mali helped her change to the socket on the other side, and then buckled his own seat belt.

No matter when, safe driving is always the first priority. ===== CHAPTER 7 =====