The fresh pork from Goblin merchant Canaan's bag was all used up. It was unlikely it would carry fresh pork in its bag forever. The few pieces thrown out may have been its own rations. After all, he was a goblin merchant, not a goblin pork merchant.
"Ah, don't hit me, don't bite me, don't eat me, my meat tastes terrible, you hateful monsters!"
Without the attraction of fresh pork, five mutant zombies shambled towards the goblin merchant, constantly attacking it. What puzzled Song Jian was this Goblin merchant seemed to have no power to fight back. He seemed to have no combat power, only knowing how to dodge and wave his arms randomly.
"What a waste of your level fifteen!" Song Jian shook his head speechlessly. This goblin merchant was five levels higher than these monsters. If a level fifteen player was similarly bullied by five level ten ordinary mutant zombies, they probably wouldn't be able to lift their heads.
