《blood tax》Chapter Six fight at night
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In the dark bush, I heard the noise of Suosuo, and a small head with pointed ears poked out. It looked around the gate of the distant village and was surprised to find that there was no guard there.
"Jie Jie Jie Jie!" There was a noise in the bushes, and dozens of goblins jumped out and touched the village with all kinds of weapons and ropes.
There is no one over the fence more than two meters high, and the goblins can climb it with ropes. However, since the gate is unguarded, wouldn't it be better to open the gate and rush in? After all, climbing the wall is not easy for little Goblin.
The sneaky goblins gathered carefully in front of the gate to see how to pry open the wooden door.
"Zi ~ Ka ~"
A goblin accidentally touched the door, and these two thick boards were pushed away.
"Jie Jie Jie Jie Jie Jie Jie!" The brothers burst into joy and rushed in while greeting the rear brigade.
Hundreds of goblins jumped out from the bushes in the distance and rushed at the unsuspecting village gate.
……
"Here they come. Are you sure you want to do this?" Galatea turned to look at Griffith and pointed to the front.
"According to the tactical actions arranged before, we can win," Griffith said simply, and then expressed his determination with actions, strode out of the shelter with a long gun.
The goblins went through the front door and found themselves on the left and right sides with low walls made of two meters of wood and mud, which filled the gaps between the houses and left only the way forward. The little monsters walked quickly along the passage in the middle of the low wall, and they didn't go far before they came across a corner.
This group of attackers groped softly forward, ready to make a surprise attack by the unprepared human beings.
"Hey!" As soon as the leader Goblin turned the corner, he rattled his companion. An iron gun pierced Goblin's eye socket and plunged deeply into his head.
Griffith clenched his iron gun and drew it back, stabbing at Goblin next to him like lightning.
Goblin, who was suddenly attacked, immediately fried the pot and screamed at the trainee knight. Griffith felt as if he had been hit by a hail, with seven or eight impacts and pains coming from all over his body.
Galatea was surprised to see it from the side. I saw a mass of little monsters swarming, and in a twinkling of an eye, I hung the tall trainee knight like a bunch of grapes.
The goblins slammed Griffith with daggers, machetes and hammers, and broke through his leather armor and stuck it in the chain mail. Griffith threw the pike, pulled out the dagger and poked two, then pulled out the sword and picked it up with the body level. Two gobblins that are being smashed are cut off like potato skins.
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The field of vision in front of him suddenly became clear, and Griffith had already seen the Goblin robbers who came at him one after another in the dark. For the time being, he didn't worry about his double armor being penetrated. He unhurriedly wielded his sword to slay, and deftly fell back.
Goblin, who came one after another, screamed and jumped up, only to find that the fully armored human beings had retreated into two rows of sharp wooden fences, and unhurriedly cut Goblin around them to the ground one by one.
With the cover of a wooden fence, Griffith is temporarily not worried about his wings being attacked. Although the wooden fence is not high and is not insurmountable, in the hasty encounter, Goblin still rushed to his front.
"Give me the shield!" Griffith held out his hand to the left rear, and immediately a wooden round shield with a circle of iron around its edge was handed over. The trainee took the shield in front of him, crouched down and stabbed a sword forward. Seven young villagers also took out wooden spears, stabbing the little monsters that came from behind the wooden fence.
Long swords and wooden spears are like death, knocking the swarming goblins to the ground in the blink of an eye.
Although the number of goblins is far greater than that of human beings, no matter how hard they try, they can't get through the breach of a double-decked cavalry guard. The fiercest and craziest Goblin bumped into this line of defense, and was immediately killed by the blade, followed by Goblin who was killed in the blink of an eye when he saw his kind.Don't want to climb over the sharp fence again, they are in a panic, gathered in front of Griffith and cowered.
"Knight! There is a large group coming up from behind! " The villagers watching on the roof shouted nervously, "A large group is going through the gate!"
Griffith heard this, covered himself with a shield and waved the sword to the back.
"Grease."
A quick boy nervously wiped the blood on the sword with a cloth, while another villager wiped it twice with an oil-soaked cloth and wrapped it on the blade.
"Ignition."
A torch passed, and the sword was immediately wrapped in flames. Griffith felt the heat at hand, waved a round shield and a sword and rushed out.
The tall man covered in armor suddenly came forward, and his hand was waving a flaming sword. The fire lit up his ferocious face armor, just like efreet who climbed out of hell.
Goblin was startled by the scene in front of him, and he couldn't help retreating a few steps, and then he collided with the brigade coming from behind. Goblin's rear team, which was in a hurry, also had swords and short spears in their hands. They couldn't help but collide with the same kind in front of them and hurt several others.
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Griffith strode on, split a head with one sword, and then swung the round shield across. Goblin, who was hit, let out a scream and fell back together.
"Attack!" Griffith turned his head and shouted, "Follow me! Get them out! "
A dozen villagers behind the wooden fence saw that the trainee knight was unstoppable, and they also jumped up with spears.
"Give the enemy a lot of casualties in a short time and destroy their morale." Galatea reflected on Griffith's previous deployment. "The effect is really obvious. Ok, then look at me next. "
Elf archers jumped nimbly on the roof, facing the straight road leading to the gate, bending the bow aimed at a target.
The Goblin Brigade, which was on its way, was hit hard at the corner and retreated towards the way back. Several Goblin leaders were stuck behind, shouting and pushing their men forward.
Suddenly there was a flash of cold light, and a strong Goblin leader was shot through the forehead. Before other Goblins could react, another shouting leader was lifted off his skull, and red and black liquid smeared the similar faces around him.
The little leaders who were just shouting lost their voice and stared in horror at the front of the darkness.
"Whoosh!" Another sharp arrow shot through two Goblins' throats and nailed them to the ground together.
A fire burst out suddenly in the darkness. A tall demon wielded a blazing sword and came at him like a demon from legend. Before, after and around him, a large group of ignited goblins were bloodied and screamed and killed.
The whole Goblin brigade suddenly only screamed in horror, and the front part repelled by Griffith flooded back. Just now, the little leaders who were urging the attack and their subordinates turned around and ran away, immediately forming a wave of trampling on each other.
"Give priority to attacking the warriors in the enemy to prevent the other side from restoring organization," Galatea chanted Griffith's second request. "That's how the war in the East was fought."
Just as Goblin was crowded to escape from the main entrance of the village, several villagers came to the wooden door along the fence, closed the door from there, and then left several thick boards to block the way out of the door.
Trap! Even Goblin's simple brain immediately understood the current situation. Instead of reflexively attacking Griffith and the villagers, they started scrambling to smash the boards blocking the export.
Occasionally several stronger goblins tried to fight back, but they immediately died under Griffith's blade and Galatea's bow and arrow. The rest of Goblin was terrified, frantically chiseled a hole in the board with his weapon, and then swarmed to escape.
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"What happened?" In the bushes hundreds of meters away, a goblin who decorated himself with feathers and skeletons stood up, looked at the front door submerged by screams and said.
"Shaman, the door is blocked." A clever goblin said, pointing to the front door blocked by wooden boards.
"I see," the shaman cried, "I mean what's going on inside."
As soon as the words fell, a small goblin came out of the crack in the front door and ran to the Shaman's hiding place with his bare hands.
Before the shaman could decide whether to go to support him, a feather arrow pierced the darkness and hit the goblin fugitive's neck.The fleeing guy fell to the ground with a thump and twitched.
Another goblin broke through and was nailed to the ground after just a few steps.More shrill shouts broke out of the main entrance, and a third goblin emerged from the darkness.But before he could drill through the gap, a powerful force seized its calf and dragged it back into the darkness.
"Jie!"Goblin screamed, waving his hands to the shaman in the distance, then disappeared into the dark hole.
With a scream, the main entrance to the village quieted down, leaving only a large hole in the plank, and gazing darkly in the direction of goblin shaman.
What to do. Retreat. We should retreat at this time!Goblin shaman was sweating.Half of the subordinates sent out actually disappeared in this small village. It was like feeding a terrible beast without burping.
However, if you retreat, you will not be able to complete your task
"Will they come again?"Galadiya leaned over the low wall and gazed into the dark distance.
"Maybe," said Griffith, stepping on the corpse all over the ground, looking up at the genie overhead. "Why do you think so many goblin attacked the village?"
"Why? Not to plunder livestock, food and people?""What else can these low-level demons do?" asked galadiya with a crooked head
If so. Griffith extinguished the flame on the blade and said to the villagers behind him, "take away their weapons and chop off their heads and put them away."
The villagers, who had not heard from the excitement and panic of the battle, heard this. Although they did not know what the trainee knight was going to do, they still took the axe according to his words, and began to chop the head with the light of the torch.There was a thumping sound at the entrance of the dimly lit village.
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