This group of red-skinned dwarves slowly advanced towards the low hill camp. Although they were noisy and noisy, they were still able to maintain their formation under the command of the hobgoblin, showing a completely different discipline from the morning.
This is clearly an orc army.
Hack and Max participated in the February War and worked as adventurers. They said that the army of the Orc Kingdom is composed of groups of bone collectors.
The Dream Arena extracted fragments of the goblin king Wovo's consciousness from the ocean of pan-consciousness, but only the memory of it became the leader of a wild goblin group. And Vertok is now facing an army of a goblin kingdom, although it is small in size.
, but are essentially different from the wild goblin group.
Vertok can easily lift objects weighing one ton; his fastest moving speed reaches an astonishing 60 meters per second; he can jump 7 or 8 meters high and more than ten meters away. This may seem very strong, but in fact, his strength and
An adult brown bear is almost the same, its running speed is comparable to that of a cheetah, and its jumping ability is like that of a lynx, all of which are comparable to ordinary beasts.
There is always a limit to an individual's ability. As long as he is tired, bleeding, or injured, it is impossible to face an orc army head-on.
The alien orcs stepped on the muddy wetland and kept approaching. This group of red-skinned goblins with an average height of less than 1.4 meters actually had a frightening aura.
Vertok's eyebrows kept frowning. The green-skinned goblins he knew were timid and cowardly. As long as they were defeated once, they basically lost the courage to continue attacking. But the morale of these red-skinned goblins was high, and they looked like an elite force.
From their posture, it was completely impossible to tell that they had just lost the battle in the morning and lost dozens of their companions.
The hobgoblin leader is the key!
Vertok is very unfamiliar with the red-skinned clawed goblins. He only knows that the clawed goblins are crazier and more aggressive than the green-skinned goblins. In other words, the mental bodies of these red-skinned goblins are distorted by some kind of force, and the physical and mental changes occur.
Corresponding changes. Now, it is certain that the hobgoblin leader of the Bone Collector gang has the ability to restrain the behavior of the clawed goblins, retaining their crazy and aggressive traits, and preventing them from falling into chaos.
Vertok was previously worried that the hobgoblin leader would instruct the powerful goathead bodyguards to join the battle. He was also a little worried that the clawed goblins under the control of the hobgoblin leader would be exempt from the effect of the title of "Goblin Slayer".
If this was the case, Wiltok could only leave his companions and escape alone.
Of course, things haven't developed to this point yet, and he has to think of a way.
The leader of the hobgoblin was closely protected by the goat monster bodyguards and moved slowly behind the goblin group. It did not intend to waste the clawed goblin's combat energy on the road, and would wait until it was at a suitable distance before ordering a charge.
The goblin leader's caution created an opportunity for Wiltok, giving him time to readjust his deployment.
"Huck, Rod, you push the two wooden rafts forward and arrange them at an angle, leaving a gap for two people in the middle!"
"The bow warriors have all replaced them with hard bows, and they will shoot again when I call to shoot!"
At this juncture, no one asked why, and everyone followed his instructions.
Two large rafts made of tree branches were moved to the front of the camp by the half-elf professionals, forming an angle. Eight half-elves were crowded behind the rafts, which could just withstand the stone bullets and short javelins fired from the left and right wings.
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Wiltok selected a few straight hemlock spears, stood at the gap between the two wooden rafts, stared at the hobgoblin and the goathead bodyguards, and silently calculated the distance between them in his mind.
When the hobgoblin leader followed the clawed goblin into a 240-meter range, Wiltok made a throwing gesture. He quietly used the wind movement talent to call for the breeze to adhere to the surface of the hemlock throwing spear. After 5 seconds of accumulation, the surrounding
The wind that throws the spear forms a white cyclone visible to the naked eye.
The half-elf professionals nearby were astonished. They could feel that Wiltok's spear-throwing contained a terrifying power. The ferocious gnolls with keen intuition all stopped moving forward and quietly moved backwards.
The hobgoblin's eyesight was average and could not see clearly what was going on in the low hill camp. It immediately noticed something strange about the ferocious gnoll, but before it could respond, Vertok threw the hemlock spear fiercely.
It is not uncommon for warriors to throw javelins more than 200 meters away. For example, the adult female warriors of the Hemo tribe can generally do this. However, the farther the javelin flies, the easier it is for the target to dodge it in advance. Throwing by the Hemo female warriors
The javelin can only prevent animals within 80 meters from reacting.
The hemlock javelin thrown by Vertok completely ignored the resistance of the air, turned into a straight line, flew over a distance of more than 200 meters in an instant, and accurately hit the eye of a goat-headed monster.
The pointed wood penetrated deeply into the goat-headed monster's eye socket, reaching its brain. The tall and strong orc let out a cry like a sheep, and fell heavily to the ground, splashing a piece of mud.
As a goathead fell, half of the hobgoblin leader's body was completely exposed to Wiltok's sight.
This sudden long-range attack frightened the hobgoblin. It desperately commanded the clawed goblins to immediately charge towards the low hill camp, and ordered the goatheads and bugbears around it to protect itself and retreat back.
The hobgoblin was protected by a human shield. Wiltok had no chance to shoot it, and he was not prepared to kill the hobgoblin leader because there were too many uncertainties here.
If the hobgoblin leader is killed on the spot, will the clawed goblins with obviously distorted minds lose control and go crazy, so that the title of "goblin slayer" is invalid for them?
As long as this possibility exists, Wiltok does not intend to take risks.
In contrast, forcing the hobgoblin leader to distance himself from the clawed goblins is a safer choice.
At this moment, the main force of the Bone Collector orcs had already charged forward. The clawed goblins and bugbears in the front row were running hard on their short legs, and the goblin throwers in the back row were using their bows to throw stone projectiles at the low hill camp.
Locust-like stone bullets flew over and hit the two large rafts. Wiltok and his companions all hid behind the rafts and had no way to get out. They could only let the orcs rush forward.
Fortunately, none of the ferocious gnolls followed. They hid behind and watched from a distance. These cunning orcs would wait for the goblins to break through the low hill camp before joining the hunting feast.
Restricted by the terrain, the short clawed goblin could not keep up with the charging speed of the bugbear, and the two sides gradually separated. The strong and brainless bugbear took the lead in charging up the low hill, and even though he was accidentally injured by a stone bullet from behind, he struggled to pull it out.
Those sharp wooden thorns that protect the camp.
Without the cover of the sword and shield hand, bugbears are perfect targets!
When the stones thrown by the goblins became sparse, Wiltok immediately ordered: "All the archers come out with me and shoot the bugbears!"
The three archers broke away from the protection of the big wooden raft, and relied on their agility to dodge the stone bullets while using their hard bows to shoot at the bugbears who were still struggling with the sharp wooden thorns.
The bow warriors' hard bows were very powerful, and there was no chance of them missing even at a distance of only ten meters. The sharp arrows shot the bugbears into hedgehogs.
The clawed goblins from behind swarmed in, and the bugbears in the front row were almost all killed or wounded. Lisen and other archers gave up their bows, took out their small bucklers and daggers, and worked with the professional swordsmen to resist the clawed goblins.
siege.
To be honest, facing the crazy siege of the clawed goblins, even Harker, who had ignited the fire of his soul, could not hold on for too long. The half-elf professionals roared and had no other thoughts besides waving the sharp blades in their hands desperately.
No matter how many claw goblins are killed, the half-elf professional's life can only be calculated in seconds.
Wiltok no longer hesitated and used the title of "Goblin Slayer". The tentacles in his mind instantly aroused the fear instinct of the goblins. The red-skinned dwarfs suddenly screamed tremblingly and turned around to escape.
A miraculous defeat happened again.
After the war, the Bone Collector orcs returned to the forest belt, leaving dozens of goblin corpses in the low hill camp, half of which were bugbears.
As the most powerful minions of the hobgoblins, the number of bugbears is directly related to the stability of the Bone Collector gang. Wiltok and the half-elf professionals have killed 19 bugbears, which will inevitably prompt the ferocious gnolls to make moves and intensify the hobgoblin's
The leader is wary of the gnoll slaves.
The bad news is that the dire gnolls took away the body of the goat-headed monster. Wiltok estimated that the meat of a whole goat-headed monster would be enough for the gnolls to last for several days without going out to hunt.
Of course, if he had not shot the goathead, the leader of the hobgoblin would not have retreated in panic. Under the control of the hobgoblin, it would not be so easy for Vertok to annihilate the bugbears.
In any case, the half-elf professionals must continue to stick to the low hill camp, unless there is an internal strife between the gnolls and the hobgoblins. Otherwise, the situation where the gnolls are responsible for tracking and harassing, and the clawed goblins are responsible for the siege remains unchanged.
Although the title of "Goblin Slayer" is useful, it is also a burden. Wiltok has not forgotten that the side effect of the title of "Goblin Slayer" is to arouse the hatred of goblins. When the Bone Collector goblins get rid of the psychological touch,
If affected, they will definitely come for revenge. At that time, the "Goblin Slayer" will not only fail to scare them, but will also make the Clawed Goblins become more aggressive.
Wiltok must remove the title as soon as possible, restore his energy through a short period of hibernation, and prepare to deal with the Bone Collector's third attack.
"Sir, Captain Rhodes's situation is not very good. Can you go over and take a look?" Huck, covered in blood, walked to Wiltok's side and whispered.
Wiltok nodded, turned around and walked behind the big raft, and saw Rhodes lying on the tree branch cushion. His face was bloodless, his lips were pale, and blood was pouring out from the wound on his waist. Max and the Iron Cross Regiment
Leeson was trying to stop the bleeding, but to no avail.
Wiltok squatted down, inspected Rhodes' wound, and said with a solemn expression: "Your wound has deepened and has damaged your internal organs..."
Rhodes smiled bitterly and said weakly: "When I fought too hard, I tore the sutured wound open again... Mr. Wiltok, do you think I can still be saved?"
Wiltok pursed his lips, shook his head, and said in a serious tone: "I don't want to lie to you, ordinary medical methods are useless to you... Rhodes, you didn't need to participate in the battle just now, you were too reckless. I
Unfortunately."
Hearing what Wiltok said, Captain Rhodes couldn't help but look disappointed. He paused for a while and then said: "I have never been a brave warrior. The clawed goblin rushed into the camp. I was too scared and my mind went blank.
, just ignite the secret blood and resist desperately. I forgot that I was slashed by a jackal this morning."
There was a strong desire to survive in his eyes, and he said in a pleading tone: "Lord Wiltok, are you...really unable to save me?"
The power that Vertok showed today was extraordinary, like that of the Balance King from the famous Golden Wing family, and also like the Moon Dancer from the famous Golden Nightingale family. Rhodes actually had high expectations for Vertok, especially when he heard that Vertok
Tok saved Huck.
If Vertok could save his life like he saved Huck, Rhodes would be willing to call him "sir" and follow him as a follower.
Wiltok did not understand Rhodes' hint, shook his head and sighed: "I don't have the right medicine to save you. You can give your last words now while your consciousness is still clear..."
The slave trader's heart was suddenly filled with resentment and unwillingness, but he said quietly: "My will has been left to my wife a long time ago, and I still want to reunite with her... Haha, I have nothing to explain, just leave me alone.
Just be quiet."
Rhodes said that he would wait for death alone, and the professionals of the Iron Ten Regiment could not disobey his wishes, so they had to bandage his wounds as much as possible and then dispersed.
Wiltok asked Huck to lead everyone to clean the battlefield, re-defense, and then find a place to sleep.
No one noticed that Rhodes quietly opened his satchel and took out a small iron box. He opened the box and took out an insect egg that looked like a living secret medicine.
He tremblingly pressed the egg to his wound. The egg was stimulated by the blood, and the shell quietly cracked, giving birth to a tentacle-like worm with a smooth surface, dark body, and a circle of evil patterns.
This tentacle worm flattened its body, got into Rhodes' wound through the gap in the bandage, and quickly stopped the bleeding.
Rhodes felt that the tentacle worms were assimilating his own flesh and blood, and he kept chanting silently: "Great Eternal Sleeper, I am willing to dedicate myself to you as your slave, and pray for your favor... I swear
A better sacrifice will be offered to you...a sleeping god."