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 had participated in the February War and worked as adventurers. They said that the army of the Orc Kingdom was composed of groups of bone collectors.
The Dream Arena extracts fragments of the Goblin King Wovo's consciousness from the Pan-Conscious Ocean, but it only has the memory of him becoming the leader of a wild goblin group. What Vertok is now facing is the army of a goblin kingdom. Although it is small in size, it is 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 is about the same as that of an adult brown bear, his running speed is comparable to that of a cheetah, and his jumping ability is 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, and injured, it is impossible to face an army of orcs head-on.
The alien beasts stepped on the muddy wetland and kept approaching. The average height of this group of red-skinned goblins is less than 1.4 meters, but they also have a frightening aura.
Vertok's eyebrows kept frowning. He knew that the green goblins were timid and cowardly. Once they were defeated once, they basically lost the courage to continue attacking. However, the morale of these red-skinned goblins was high, and they looked like an elite main force. It was completely invisible that they had just lost the battle in the morning and lost dozens of their companions.
The hobgoblin leader is the key!
Vertok was unfamiliar with the red-skinned clawed goblins. He only knew that the clawed goblins were crazier and more aggressive than the green-skinned goblins. In other words, the mental bodies of these red-skinned goblins were distorted by some kind of force, and corresponding changes occurred in their bodies and minds. Now, it is certain that the hobgoblin leader of the Bone Collector gang has the ability to restrain the clawed goblins' behavior, retaining their crazy and aggressive traits, and preventing them from falling into chaos.
Wiltok 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 were exempt from the title of "goblin slayer" under the control of the hobgoblin leader.
If this was the case, Wiltok could only leave his companions and escape alone.
Of course, things haven't reached 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 goblins' combat energy on the road, and would wait until they were at a suitable distance before ordering a charge.
The goblin leader's caution gave Vertok time to readjust his plans.
"Huck, Rod, you push the two wooden rafts forward and place them at an angle, leaving a gap for two people in the middle!"
"All the bow warriors have changed to 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 wooden 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 wooden rafts, which could just withstand the stone bullets and short javelins fired from the left and right wings. .
Wiltok selected a few straight hemlock spears, stood at the gap between the two wooden rafts, stared at the hobgoblin and goathead bodyguards, and silently calculated the distance between them in his mind.
When the hobgoblin leader followed the clawed goblin into a range of 240 meters, Wiltok made a throwing gesture. He quietly used his wind talent to call for the breeze to cling to the surface of the hemlock spear. After 5 seconds of accumulation, the wind surrounding the spear formed 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 he couldn't 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, Wiltok threw the hemlock spear fiercely.
It is not uncommon for warriors to throw a javelin 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 evade it in advance. The javelin thrown by the Hemer female warrior can only prevent animals within 80 meters from reacting.
The hemlock javelin thrown by Wiltok 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's cry 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, and Vertok had no chance to shoot it, and he was not prepared to kill the hobgoblin leader. Because there are 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 that possibility existed, Vertok wasn't going to take any chances.
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 rushed 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 used slinging bows to throw stone projectiles at the low hill camp.
The locust-like stone bullets flew over and hit the two large wooden rafts. Wiltok and his companions all hid behind the raft, unable to get out at all, and could only let the orcs rush forward.
Fortunately, none of the ferocious jackals followed. They hid behind and watched from a distance. These cunning orcs will wait for the goblins to break through the low hill camp before joining the hunting party.
Limited by the terrain environment, 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 rushing up the low hill. Even though he was accidentally injured by the stone bullets from behind, he still struggled to pull out the sharp wooden thorns that protected the camp.
Without the cover of the sword and shield hand, the bugbear is an excellent target!
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 bow warriors broke away from the protection of the big wooden row. With their agility, they 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 are very powerful, and there is no possibility of them missing at a distance of only ten meters. 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 injured. Li Sen and other archer warriors gave up their bows, took out their small bucklers and daggers, and joined the professional swordsmen to resist the siege of the clawed goblins.
To be honest, facing the crazy siege of the clawed goblins, even Huck, who had ignited the fire of his soul, could not hold on for too long. The half-elf professionals roared angrily and had no other thoughts except waving the sharp blades in their hands desperately.
No matter how many clawed goblins are killed, the half-elf professional's life can only be calculated in seconds.
Vertok 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 shuddered and screamed, turning around and running for their lives.
The miraculous rout 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 make the ferocious gnolls ready to move and make the hobgoblin leader more wary of the gnoll slaves.
The bad news is that the Dire Gnolls took the Faun's body with them. Wiltok estimated that the meat of an entire goathead would be enough for a gnoll to survive for several days without going out to hunt.
Of course, if he hadn't shot the goathead, the hobgoblin leader wouldn't have retreated in panic. Under the control of the hobgoblins, it would not be so easy for Vertok to annihilate the bugbears.
In any case, the half-elf profession must continue to hold on to the low hill camp, unless there is indeed internal strife between the gnolls and the hobgoblins. Otherwise, the situation of gnolls being responsible for tracking and harassment and claw goblins being responsible for siege remains unchanged.
Although the title "Goblin Slayer" is useful, it is also a burden. Vertok did not forget that the title "Goblin Slayer" had a side effect of arousing the hatred of the goblins. When the Bone Collector Goblins get rid of the influence of Mind Touch, they will definitely come for revenge. At that time, the "Goblin Slayer" will not only fail to scare them, but will also make the Claw Goblins more aggressive.
Wiltok must be relieved of his title as soon as possible, regain his energy through a short period of hibernation, and prepare to deal with the Bone Collector's third attack.
"Sir, the situation of Captain Rhodes is not 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 to the back of the big wooden raft, and saw Rhodes lying on the cushion of branches. His face was bloodless, his lips were pale, and blood was pouring from the wound on his waist. Max and Leeson of the Iron Cross were trying to stop his 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 the Balance King of the Golden Wings family, or the Moon Dancer of the Golden Nightingale family. Rhodes actually has high expectations for Wiltok, especially since he heard that Wiltok saved Huck.
If only Vertok could save his life like he saved Huck. Rhodes was 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, please leave me alone." Just be quiet."
Rhodes said that he wanted to wait for death alone, and the professionals of the Iron 10th 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 its shell quietly cracked, giving birth to a tentacle-like worm with a smooth surface, dark body, and a circle of evil patterns.
The tentacle worm flattened its body, got into Rhode's 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.”
