Those hobgoblins with tribes have received the harshest military training since birth. Obeying orders is their bounden duty and instinct. Even orders of surrender that make them extremely humiliating will be carried out without hesitation.
When the two hundred most elite hobgoblin wolf cavalry jumped off their mounts, threw away their weapons, and knelt down on the ground with their heads in their hands, the other hobgoblins followed suit.
No one raised any objections to this matter, everything happened naturally.
Including the monsters who followed Gavin and Stelina to fight, they also made the same move. Not to mention running away, not even one was sneaking.
Faced with this situation, not to mention Stelina and the others, they looked surprised.
Even the instigator, Bloodclaw, looked puzzled. When did he have such great appeal among these vassals?
Or were you frightened by the two giant dragons hovering in the sky?
Compared to these two, Bloodclaw believed more that it was all because of the half-elf in front of him. He seemed to exude a strange magic power, which made him involuntarily feel close to him.
If Bloodclaw had never known him, he might have believed that this was his natural charm.
However, although the two did not fight directly, they fought indirectly no less than three times - the trap tribe's sneak into Chencang, the frightened retreat outside the Black Well tribe, and the frightened escape of the young red dragon who set up an ambush.
He had never had such a strange feeling in the other person's body before.
Most of the time, when I think about it, I feel gritted teeth and hate it.
He was coerced by the Black God of Death and became a vassal who fought everywhere. Before that, he had put all the blame on Gavin. Previously, he had attacked the black well and captured Gavin as a reason to persuade the young red dragon. This was not true.
It was just rhetoric, but he really wanted to do it.
Now my mood has changed inexplicably. It's not normal no matter how I think about it. It's more like a magic effect.
Blood Claw used the corner of his eyes to scan the bodies of the other vassal soldiers. Judging from their expressions, it was obvious that they were under the same spell, but they didn't have the ability to compare before and after, so they didn't notice it.
Bloodclaw couldn't help being shocked and had to overturn his newly formed understanding of the half-elf in front of him. At the same time, he was secretly glad that he had made another extremely wise decision.
From the beginning, he sincerely surrendered and was not prepared to play any fake surrender tricks. Otherwise, he would not even know how to die - because under the influence of this magical effect, no one knows how many people will respond to his call.
When called for attack, vassals will turn their swords against him.
Gavin also did not expect that Blood Claw could detect the invisible influence of Silver Destiny Milestone. This was something that even the spellcasters of Lord Virginia were not aware of.
It's not that Blood Claw has more sensitive insights than Lord Virginia and others.
But his situation is more special than that of the Virginia Lords.
After all, Lord Virginia and the others were Gavin's allies from the beginning and had a certain foundation of goodwill. After the victory, it was natural to increase their feelings. The emotional influence of the milestones of fate penetrated silently - strange
People don't think too much about it, at most they are naturally fond of it.
Bloodclaw was originally hostile and hateful towards Gavin, but suddenly he turned into a favorable impression. Naturally, he became suspicious, and then compared the difference between before and after.
Compare the differences.
Not only did it not change Bloodclaw's mind, it actually strengthened his belief.
Raising his hands, he slowly walked dozens of meters away from Gavin, knelt down on one knee, and said loudly: "The leader of the Bloodclaw tribe, Bloodclaw, is willing to lead all the tribesmen to swear allegiance to leader Gavin. I am willing to use my great power to
In the name of Magrubit, I swear that I will never betray you. Wherever your sword points, we are heading towards the same direction. We will only advance and never retreat, and we will not give up even if we die."
"I swear by the name of the mighty Magrubit..."
“I wish that through the Mighty One…”
The elite cronies behind Bloodclaw were the first to follow him in swearing an oath, and then the hobgoblin vassals were also led along.
Finally, the entire Black Death camp gathered together into one majestic voice.
"I would like to swear in the name of the mighty Magrubit that I will never betray you. Wherever your sword points, that is where we will go. We will only advance and never retreat, and we will not give up even if we die."
boom!
The surrounding flames made a strange explosion.
The blood on the battlefield floated into the sky contrary to common sense, dyeing the surrounding area blood red.
No, that's not the blood of the deceased, that's the blood of the hobgoblin who swore an oath to Gavin, with strands of blood flowing out of his body.
A low voice, like a Honglu bell, rang in the air, "The contract is completed."
The next second, the blood turned into a rain of blood, falling down precisely on every hobgoblin who took the oath.
All the hobgoblins, at this moment, were trembling and kneeling on the ground, repeating the oath they had just given in a more pious and fanatical voice.
This is no longer an oath, this is a sincere prayer.
This is a prayer to the Mighty Magrubit, god of all goblin races.
Not to mention them, even the instigator, Blood Claw, did not expect that his regular oath would attract the attention of Magrubit himself, and that he would receive the true god's blood oath witnessed by the true god.
In Faerûn, where the True God truly exists, the Blood Oath of the True God, although rare, is not too rare. The conditions to be met are neither high nor low.
The first condition is that the number of people who swear the oath at the same time is sufficient. This is related to the level of the god's power. The higher the level of the god's power, the fewer people are required to take the oath.
For those with strong divine power, five hundred people are enough.
Those with medium divine power must have at least a thousand people.
Those with low-level divine power will need two thousand.
For those with weak divine power, at least five thousand.
The second condition is that the people who jointly swear the oath must be sincere and come from the heart. If there are too many selfish thoughts, it will be difficult for the gods to sense it, or in other words, they will not witness and bless them.
The first one is easy to handle, but the second one is difficult.
This situation usually occurs in the more fanatical religions, where people swear an oath for the sake of faith and the true God.
It was extremely rare for a lord to see something like this.
If this were the case, it would be understandable if it were placed on a veteran lord who had ruled them for many years and was famous.
But when it comes to a lord whom they didn't know at all and who just took refuge, the situation is a bit incredible, even unbelievable.
Lord Virginia and Sterina, those who knew something about the Blood Oath of the True God, almost had their eyes bulging out of their heads. The look they looked at Gavin was as weird as they could be. It was not like looking at someone they knew.
man, but looking at a monster.
But at this moment, Gavin was wearing sealed armor, emitting dazzling light, with a spear in one hand and a long sword in the other, with blood still dripping from them. He looked like a god of war who had just descended from the earth, and his face could not be seen clearly.
The instigator underneath the mask actually looked shocked.
He also didn't expect that it would trigger the Blood Oath of the True God.
But he knew the root of the problem and hurriedly focused his consciousness on the silver destiny milestone.
Sure enough, there were new changes here.
A line of small blood-red words appeared at the bottom as a supplementary explanation.
Blood Oath of the True God: The god of the goblin race, the mighty Magrubit, witnessed the pious oath and granted blessings. Anyone who breaks this oath will be punished by his god after death.
Bloodsworn: 1238 hobgoblins and 38 bugbears.
This is how this natural goodwill is used. The biggest benefit is waiting for him here.
It seems that even a milestone in destiny is just an introduction, and there are many hidden benefits hidden behind it, which you must find ways to dig out.
If it weren't for the bloody claw that happened by chance, this benefit would have been missed without even knowing it.
Suddenly, Gavin looked at Blood Claw differently.
No, the way they look at these hobgoblins is different.
In the past, I always felt that these hobgoblins were hideous, ugly, and capable of all kinds of evil.
Now, I feel that they have hard faces and solemn expressions, and they look like iron-blooded soldiers.
"All wolf cavalry, pick up their weapons, mount up and pursue them, and kill all the jackals who do all kinds of evil. There is a limit of ten kilometers. Regardless of whether there are still targets, you can return to this place.
All infantrymen are to clean up the battlefield on the spot and rescue the non-Jackal wounded. All Jackals and hyenas are to be killed on the spot, regardless of whether they have been eroded by the power of the abyss." Gavin immediately issued a new battle order.
If there is no true god's blood oath, even if there is a silver destiny milestone.
Not to mention leading this group of surrenderers in pursuit, he would have a headache as to how to arrange and integrate them.
It's different now.
Restricted by the Blood Oath of the True God, their loyalty to themselves is probably greater than that of most kobolds. There is no need to worry about them running away after leaving the camp and never coming back.
Bloodclaw stood up first, without even wearing armor, picked up the weapon, turned over and jumped on the dire wolf mount, roaring: "Wolf cavalry attack."
roar!
All the hobgoblins roared angrily, picked up their weapons, and then jumped onto the dire wolf mount.
After Gavin summoned the young copper dragon, he jumped onto the dragon's saddle with a fairy step and followed behind them.
The number of hobgoblin wolf cavalry is not large, only around three hundred.
But the momentum of the attack was quite astonishing.
The hobgoblins who can become wolf cavalry are all carefully selected. Even among the hobgoblins, their size is staggering, with the average height exceeding two meters.
The mount under his crotch is not an ordinary wild wolf or warg, but a huge and ferocious wolf.
The only thing that's not beautiful is that the equipment they carry is all kinds of different.
There are scale armor, leather armor, leather armor, and some even have no armor at all.
As for the weapons, they are not uniform, including spears, throwing spears, giant swords, long swords, two-handed axes, etc., which are pretty good, and some are holding simple homemade giant wooden clubs.
As vassals, Black Death obviously has no intention of equipping them, nor does he have so much equipment to equip them. After all, rock is mined but not smelted, so various equipment is relatively scarce.
Although they were carrying the height and weight of the hobgoblins, the footsteps of these ferocious wolves were still very light, they fell to the ground silently, but their howls kept coming and going.
They were far apart from each other, but the formation was maintained quite well.
Viewed from the air, this is a standard wolf hunting formation.
Compared with war horses, these giant wolves do have the disadvantage of consuming a lot of meat, but their combat intelligence is what herbivores lack.
There is no need for Gavin to command at all. Bloodclaw knows very well how to take advantage of the hobgoblin wolf cavalry.
Taking the twelve cavalry as a unit, they were quickly divided into more than twenty combat teams, dispersed, and swept through the ditches, ridges, ridges and ridges of the rocky areas, which were easy escape routes.
It seems that they have separated, but through the wolf howling, they echo each other from a distance and advance very rhythmically.
When a battle breaks out in a combat team, the three or four surrounding combat teams will immediately hear the sound and quickly advance in the direction of the battle.
If there is war, there will be peace; if there is no war, there will be division.
The fleeing Black Death Jackals, regardless of whether they were scattered or gathered together, could not stand up to this wolf pack siege tactic. With their will collapsed, they could not organize resistance at all. Soon, dozens more were bitten.
Behead.
No wonder the Purple Dragon Cavalry of Cormyr frowned when they mentioned the Great Goblin Wolf Cavalry of Rockland.
Another advantage of the Wolf Cavalry is that it has strong adaptability to terrain, especially rocky terrain.
There were many terrains that were insurmountable for war horses, and the wolf cavalry climbed up with a vertical jump.