Eight hundred and seventieth chapters Selene and some undead have in common
The moonlight in the pool flickered, and Selune asked puzzledly: "Don't they have their own main god Mog-Gaya?
Why go directly to the Goblin Lord Maglubiet?
I remember that hobgoblins always go to their main god first when they have something to do...
In other words, they also ran away with some goblins? Why? It’s useless no matter how many of them there are, right?”
"Hobgoblins just want to enjoy fighting. They are all soldiers, including women.
In their eyes, even if female hobgoblins do not train full time, they should be used to raise children instead of being buried in housework.
Small hobgoblin tribes may have to work on their own for fear of being betrayed by their slaves, but a colony as large as the one on Giant's Spine will surely have enough slaves.
In their eyes, goblins are the most suitable slaves. Although they are not as useful as jackals and humans, at least they will not run away or harm young children." Hill explained lightly, "Although goblins are indeed useless and lazy, but in the whip
You can still work under it.”
Selune thought for a while before she said: "Okay~ I understand. I really didn't expect that someone would work with such a dirty little potato."
The IQ and height of hobgoblins are actually similar to humans, and they are not as ugly as goblins. Although they are cold and cruel, they can be regarded as a serious intelligent group.
As for goblins, even though their IQ is higher than that of white dragons, no one would think that they are a race that can be put on the table.
"Knights, be careful to block arrows!" A loud roar of "Yu Luofen Chen" came from the giant screen.
The undead knights had already rushed to the top of the mountain, and then were blocked... A black light curtain fell upside down on the three-story black and gold palace with an area of 2,000 square meters.
At this time, the mages also walked halfway up the mountain. They could not reach the sky or the ground. They put a distance between themselves and the knights. They were walking very casually, which made people feel like "the opportunity has arrived"...
…The hobgoblin commander holding the sub-artifact bow and arrows shot out the last two demon-breaking arrows in his hand without hesitation.
With his ability and hatred towards the undead, if he still had it, he would definitely shoot three arrows at the same time.
Although many people's lives were taken away by these artifact arrows because of their mistakes, the commanders still knew that the hobgoblins must still have magic-breaking arrows waiting for a sneak attack.
He was lucky to have been taken away by their bait at the beginning... For hobgoblins with high military literacy, as long as they can kill the top commander of the place, even sacrificing a few magic-breaking arrows is worth it.
But they were a little too closed-minded and had no idea what kind of strange creature the Trasil elf standing opposite was.
If it were other forces on the mainland, through the analysis of the undead in the past few years, it must be clear that to deal with these immortal elves, one must either go directly to the bosses above level 35, or stay away from them.
Those normal military battles are basically useless.
Soon some of the more agile swordsmen began to run after the two fast magic-breaking arrows... After letting these arrows fly, it would not be so easy for the knight to smash them down with his shield, so he had to
I hope some swordsmen with relatively high agility can directly interrupt their acceleration.
But even if you are a swordsman, you have to take action when the magic-breaking arrow kills a certain mage, otherwise you will not be able to catch up.
The attack of the broken magic arrow is random...there are so many unlucky people, who knows whose turn it will be.
Some of the swordsmen are protecting the little sister, but most of them are looking for the unlucky guy in their hearts... the kind who throw the dice and it will always be 1, and the blind box will always be guaranteed.
The beautiful ladies smiled gratefully at the warriors who appeared around them, their cheeks flushed, and they didn't know whether they were excited or shy.
The unlucky ghosts looked at the swordsmen who appeared around them with ferocious eyes, and a light blush appeared on their cheeks... I don't know whether it was anger or anger.
The Demon-Breaking Arrow chose two unlucky guys in the end. I don’t know if it was because their faces were so red and so pretty, but at least the swordsmen surrounding them completed the task perfectly.
The demon-breaking arrows that were smashed to the ground were pressed down hard by five or six long swords. They were still struggling fiercely and almost broke through their suppression... Fortunately, the speed of the knights was not too slow. Before that,
Arrive.
The ‘Perfect Bald Head’ rode on his own tiger and ran rampant, and finally put these two long arrows back into his pocket.
Then he extended a thumbs down to the hobgoblin leader under the black mask... in exchange for three arrows fired in unison, magic arrows shining with black and gold light.
Although the speed of these arrows is not as fast as the magic-breaking arrows, they are not that easy to dodge.
The bald man was so frightened that he immediately put away his tiger friend and ran away with his head in his arms... Unfortunately, the other party had already used his strongest means, and he failed to escape successfully this time.
This should be the demonic power belonging to the succubus queen. The bald head was actually able to dodge quite quickly, but it was just brushed aside and turned into light directly.
But this was something he asked for himself. The last time someone only gave him an arrow was because he still had to save energy to deal with Old Snow Dog. Now when he is killing people indiscriminately, how can he be left to provoke him?
Although the undead are trying to use their most powerful skills to attack the defensive shield, it doesn't seem like it can be done in a short while.
"Sunilon's strength can probably only resist the undead's bombardment for two hours." Selune made a judgment, and then asked, "Why don't those hobgoblins run away?"
"Are you already in knots for asking such a question?" Shar came back at some point. "These hobgoblins must have signed a contract with the succubus. Unless the protection fails completely, they will end up escaping.
Just give your soul to the succubus."
Selune said confusedly: "Isn't the evil camp the best at tearing up contracts?"
"Tearing up the contract is not based on character, but on strength." Shar said coldly, "They are stronger than the succubus. Of course, anything will work, but if they are stronger than the succubus, how can they be her attributes?"
Down?"
Selune said "oh" twice before sighing and saying: "It's better that you understand them. I always don't understand their style."
This statement is not sarcastic to Selune and Shar, it is just stating the facts.
"So wait a minute, can we see the extreme escape of these hobgoblins?" Selune asked with interest, "It seems quite interesting."
Hill said softly: "It depends on whether their family can reach the altar and summon Magrubiette before the undead break the defensive shield."
"Huh?" Selune couldn't help but tell the truth, "How could a guy like Magrubiette sacrifice his divine power to save them at this time?
His divine power network is just that little~"
Shar rarely agreed with her sister: "It's impossible for him to take action. These dead hobgoblins seem to be well-trained. His kingdom also needs them, so they can go directly to participate in his endless war in hell.
"
Hill nodded silently and said nothing more... But no one knows whether Magrubiette can still make his own decisions.
In fact, Hill couldn't determine when exactly Bane took control of the goblin master god and even made him "willingly" become his slave god.
But it was indeed during the spell plague.
What Magrubiette needs is indeed warriors who can participate in the holy war in hell against the souls of the treacherous orcs, but what Bane needs are living people who can help him gain faith on earth... and send souls to hell.
Playing a battle of souls is simply sick in the eyes of this tyrant.
Moreover, Bane definitely hopes that the goblin god's divine power network in Toril will be completely abolished. In this case, Magrubiyet will not try to use the hands of believers to break away from him for at least a thousand years.
If he wants to cause trouble, Magrubiette must first get himself a sufficiently concealed channel for divine power.
But Magrubiet, who only knows how to fight bravely, wants to exterminate the dwarves and gnomes, but also wants to fight a soul war with the orcs, and fantasizes about wiping out all life on the earth.
No matter how many gods Bane has, no one with a little bit of intelligence would think that the Goblin Lord could win.
Anyway, as long as the magic shield is broken, Hill will know whether these two guys are entangled now.
He still has some patience.
The undead spend most of their time on defense. It is a rare opportunity to use a defensive shield, so they are very excited... mainly because they don't need to aim at all.
Even those strong men who couldn't hit one meter away can now carry out effective attacks, which makes them very excited... Standing in front of the defensive shield, they resolutely withstood the constant attacks of the hobgoblins inside the defensive shield.
Spear spear.
Even the defensive knights holding shields were pushed behind them.
At this time, death is no longer enough to stop them from shining!
The helpless commanders could only ask the priests to keep their distance and increase the blood of these guys... These guys who rarely have the opportunity to take action have always been representatives of the more perfect equipment of Yuecai, and they also have the BUFFs of several high-level pharmaceuticals.
.
Spells are much worse than the lower one level. Now their damage has been almost increased to two levels, which is indeed very useful for destroying defensive shields.
Just try not to let them die!
"The thoughts of the undead are sometimes really difficult for people to understand." Selune paid attention to the battle situation on the giant screen for a while, and couldn't help but speak again, "Why do they take potions worth 20,000 gold?
Put up a defensive shield that must be broken?"
"Well..." Hill was still summarizing the words in his mind, but Shar came up with the answer faster: "It's like you, who obviously have no musical talent, have to open a tavern and be a good singing and dancing proprietress.
!
Didn’t you also spend a lot of money to buy a lot of strange automatic playing and singing objects from Lierla and Miriel?”
