Ride and Cut

Chapter 13 Kicking the Green Goblin

Early the next morning, the sun had not yet risen, and the sky was gray. Even in summer, the morning on the wasteland is a bit chilly, fingers brushing over the grass leaves, and the dew is so cold as to shake hands.

The aroma of stewed potatoes with bacon and onions wafts through Gaoshanbao, whetting everyone's appetite. Even if the craftsmanship from the savages is rough, there is no room for error in this classic combination.

Li Cha likes to eat rye bread dipped in soup. The mellow gravy can cover up the slightly disgusting sour taste of the rye bread. Swallowing the soft rotten bread and the hot stewed bacon together will wake up the body after a night's sleep It's gone, and the whole person is warmed up, and I can't help but breathe a long sigh of relief.

After breakfast, the barbarians of Alpine Fort set out to measure the wilderness land step by step with their legs. The morning wind was strong, and the ryegrass, which was half a person's height, swelled like waves, and the barbarians walking in it were like warriors from ancient times.

It didn't take long for Richard to smell a strange smell that was different from the greenery. He continued to follow the source of the smell, and soon found the goblin tribe that Gunther had described, and hid in the grass nest to observe secretly.

Goblins are generally considered to be a race of low intelligence and lazy nature. They are born with neither creativity nor mobility. These two points make it difficult for them to carry out any construction. But as a humanoid intelligent creature, the goblin actually does not lack the simple instinct of seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages.

Their settlement is located on a leeward slope. Numerous large and small pits have been dug out of the originally flat ground, which are chaotic and disorderly, like pockmarks on a human face.

These pits are their dwellings, covered with dry grass and dead branches, and in each of them there are huddled one to three goblins, all of them big and small. Some appeared to be dead, their bodies an unusual bluish-gray color. Those who were alive were not much better, shivering and hiding in the pit to endure the early morning chill.

Li Cha held his breath silently, trying hard to endure the stench that could be said to crack his nose and penetrate his brain and penetrate his soul. The body odor of goblins is like swill that has been retting for half a month, and there is an indescribable fishy smell in the stench, which will bring physiological discomfort to most creatures.

It was difficult to hide the sound of the large group of people moving on the grassland, and some green-skinned people had already spotted the team of Gaoshanbao. Perhaps due to past experience, they didn't think that anyone would be bored enough to attack them, so they lowered their heads and continued to sleep in the pit, feeling extremely numb.

Li Cha suddenly hesitated—maybe he will become a hero in the future, and some people will say that regardless of the current glory of that guy, he led a group of people to bully goblins back then.

"Boss, let's do it." Gunther didn't think about those disappearing things, and even if he did, he didn't care at all. He was still thinking about the bacon and potatoes that he didn't eat enough in the morning.

"Quick battle."

As soon as the voice fell, a series of strong and vigorous figures passed by Li Cha's side, and quickly gathered into two rows of long spears as they advanced, like two city walls, advancing towards their respective selected directions.

What the system blesses the barbarians is a real overall improvement.

They were originally wandering hunters on the extreme arctic ice sheet, struggling against the barren environment and making enemies of ferocious tigers and bears. The cold and stern snow field has sharpened them and created them. They are strong, agile, and ferocious. Every adult highland barbarian hunter can easily knock down three Pompeii warriors!

But so what, war is never singled out on the streets. What if it is one hundred against one hundred? A draw is already the best ending. If the scale is expanded to one thousand against one thousand, it is bound to be the highland barbarians who will swallow the bitter fruit of defeat. And once it develops into a battle between ten thousand legions, the result can only be a one-sided defeat!

Compared with real professional sergeants, the biggest gap between grassroots teams has never been muscle and martial skills, but the discipline and formation ability required for team combat, which determines whether they are scattered or can be clenched into fists.

Li Cha is very relieved - it is definitely the privilege of the elite to be able to line up without command during the charge, but now the barbarians can also do it. There is no doubt about their strength and martial arts. After making up for this shortcoming, the future will definitely be limitless.

The goblin who was still immersed in sleep and unwilling to wake up was immediately slaughtered mercilessly.

The barbarians habitually used their spears to open the way, and their huge strength could even directly fly the thin goblins upside down. The goblin who was hit didn't need to worry about such insignificant issues as the amount of bleeding, because half of his chest was already the slightest injury.

The goblins who survived the first wave of offensive by luck had not had time to fully wake up from their sleep before they were attacked by the barbarians. Compared with those of the same race who were howling and struggling on the verge of death, they were obviously very lucky, and they fell into the deepest long sleep before feeling the pain!

This is an extremely cowardly creature, whose courage is limited to robbing a single peasant, and whose blood is enough to quickly collapse them. Few of the goblins who didn't wake up were still waving stones and sticks to resist, but most of the goblins started screaming and running around.

Thick snot mixed with tears dripped from the exaggerated facial features, pulling out long silk threads, which made Li Cha feel sick. The half-person-high grass nest can cover the tops of these green-skinned dwarves, providing them with perfect cover, and disappearing without a trace as soon as they turn their heads.

"Oak!" A loud shout suddenly came from the bank of the river, and the sound shook all directions. The volume is huge and low, which is completely unlike the sound of the thin and small body.

As we all know, the collapse of goblins is usually an irreversible process, and once it starts, there is almost no way to end it. In a certain sense, it is not an exaggeration to say that this roar was a miracle, and it managed to revive their morale, which had declined to the extreme.

"Oak! Ouk! Ouk!" The helpless green dwarfs seemed to have found their backbone suddenly, and began to resist again with crappy weapons.

It's a pity that an egg can never touch a rock, and this cannot be changed by being brave or not. Their strength is negligible, and their attacks cannot break through leather armor.

In front of the savages waving their spears happily, the goblins were like poor praying mantises being pinned under the wheels, taking turns to accept the judgment of the carriage.

Suddenly, a particularly tall figure jumped out of the cave on the tidal flat by the river.

This is a goblin who is even bigger than the savages, with strong muscles and a sense of strength. Gray cloth strips are thinly wrapped around his hands and feet like a boxing apprentice in the south, and he holds a heavy double-edged battle ax in each hand.

What is even more striking is that there are actually two curved horns as thick as thumbs on the left and right foreheads of this guy, piercing the sky along the arc of the top of the skull.

"Hey, he's still a dragon vein goblin."

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