what to do? Aren't you going to try again just looking at it like this? Griffith hid in the darkness and stared at the silent darkness outside the village.
Goblins have good night vision. If they continue to fight after the first round of attacks are frustrated, they will probably not choose the main entrance but climb over the wall to attack... However, more than a hundred goblins have died here. Lin, is there any reason for the goblins outside the wall to attack?
Groups that attack in order to plunder livestock, food and people will definitely evacuate and will not take risks with the remaining tribesmen. Maintaining the survival of the group is the first priority of biology.
"Griffith, they're on the move!" Galadia, who was hiding on the wall and observing, suddenly reminded in a low voice, "There are hundreds of them, and they are making a circuitous route to the south. They may want to jump over the wall from an undefended place. Come in."
What? How can it be!
This is very strange... The goblins' tactics of adding fuel to the fire will only continue to cause casualties to the village and themselves. What's the point of doing this?
Have they reached a point where they will be exterminated if they don't capture the village? Or is it that the size of the group is large enough to ignore hundreds of casualties!
Since there was no time to think about this issue for too long, Griffith left some villagers to guard the main entrance. He and Galadia led some militiamen to block the goblin's roundabout direction.
The goblins were exhausted after running for a certain distance. They selected a small section of the wall and set up ladders to climb over. After crossing the wall, they lowered the ropes and slid down from the top of the wall.
They can also build ladders! Griffith saw the Goblin's actions from the roof of the fence and was even more shocked.
They moved very quickly in the darkness, and in the blink of an eye, a dozen of them crossed the village's earthen wall and entered the inside.
"Don't move. Wait until they come in before you attack." Griffith stretched out his hand to stop the eager militiamen. His plan was to wait for half of the goblins to enter the village before attacking.
The goblin who climbed over the earth wall did not immediately take action, standing there as if waiting for something.
Are you waiting for the Goblin Warrior? Griffith looked back at the nearby rooftop, where Galadia was lying in wait.
With the help of elf archery, I can deal with even goblin warriors. Griffith looked at the exquisite recurve bow and felt a little more at ease.
At this moment, many dark things were thrown in from outside the wall. The goblins picked up the thrown objects and gathered under the corner.
Before Griffith could understand the situation, several burning torches were thrown over the earth wall. The goblins immediately picked up the objects in their hands and set them on fire.
Everything thrown over turned out to be torches!
The goblins unexpectedly spread out with weapons in one hand and torches in the other, howling and starting to light the houses in the village.
"Stop!" The militiamen jumped up and rushed towards the enemy with weapons in hand.
"Don't scatter!" Griffith shouted hurriedly, "The shields are pressing against each other, don't scatter!"
But no one listened to his cry. Everyone was concerned about the houses in the village being set on fire.
"Kill them!" The militia captain of Manisa Village led the charge, waving his shield and iron sword. The battle just now clearly showed that the goblin's combat power was very weak, and it was no match for an adult male in a one-on-one situation.
The militia captain slashed down a goblin with his iron sword, followed Griffith's example and swung his shield in a semicircle, smashing the brains out of another enemy.
no problem! I am strong and these little monsters are no match for me. The militia captain saw the goblin's brains mixed with blood splashing out, and his nervous heart relaxed a lot.
"Be careful down there!"
Before the militia captain could understand the meaning of these words, a short goblin jumped up from his feet, and the sharp knife in his hand was inserted into his abdomen.
Griffith rushed over to help and stabbed the goblin down with his sword. But the militia captain shook and fell to the ground, twitching violently among the goblin corpses.
It's hopeless... Griffith fought back while retreating under a wall. Above his head, Galadia was shooting arrows one after another, knocking down the goblins that were pouring in like cockroaches.
More and more goblins came in as reinforcements and climbed over the wall to join the melee. The goblins who joined later did not hold torches, and the arson just now seemed to be some kind of tactic among them.
As the goblins had already thrown their torches at the houses in the distance, a dozen militiamen under the fighting wall were besieged from all directions in the dim light. From time to time someone would have their hamstrings cut off or their knees broken and fall to the ground, and then be beaten to death.
Griffith's plan failed.
"Come closer to me! Keep your back to the wall!" the apprentice knight shouted loudly, trying his best to save the Manisa militia that was about to collapse.
But the villagers quickly collapsed in the fierce fighting. After feeling that they were surrounded by enemies running around, and that their friends were constantly injured and falling to the ground, many militiamen lost their weapons and ran to unknown places.
In this melee, the bloodthirsty goblins became even more crazy. After knocking down a villager, they swarm over, cheering and pelting the victim with sticks and rocks. Some of them were even particularly cruel and began to eat flesh and blood directly.
"Griffith, I only have three arrows left!" Galadia retracted her longbow and announced bad news, "The militia has collapsed, let's run."
The goblins in the village were fighting in groups here and there, and only a few attacked Griffith. But as the battle progresses, sooner or later the goblins will notice the apprentice knight in this open area, and then kill him with overwhelming numbers.
"No, you can't run, otherwise this village will be doomed!"
"If we don't run quickly, we'll be doomed." Galadia jumped off the roof and stood next to the trainee knight. The houses in the village were too far apart for her to jump from roof to roof.
"Then let's divert the attack!" Griffith turned and ran towards the two surrounded militiamen.
Several villagers had fallen beside these militiamen. If they hadn't been surrounded, they would have fled.
"Follow me." Griffith cut a goblin in two with his sword. "Follow me and you will have a way to survive."
The frightened villagers were immediately convinced and followed Griffith to another melee location. There, three scarred militiamen were being beaten by seven or eight goblins.
"Leave these to me!" Galadia pulled out two slightly curved silver blades from her waist, appeared behind the goblin in a flash, and swung her two swords around.
Three or four goblins fell to the ground like saplings swept by a storm. Before the remaining goblins could react, Griffith had already arrived and killed them.
This attracted the attention of most of the goblins in the melee. When they saw seven people gathered here, they immediately screamed and surrounded them from all directions.
"Retreat to that alley, and I'll cover you!" Griffith, who had gathered five militiamen, held up a shield to resist the goblin attack, and covered their retreat toward an alley.
What I didn't expect was that this retreat would be out of control. Three of the militiamen who had just been rescued lost their weapons, waved their arms and fled without a trace. The remaining two people also looked frightened and hesitantly obeyed Griffith's command.
"Don't run! This is your village, you can run anywhere!~" The anxious Galadia kept a distance of two meters from Griffith to cover his right side, and faced the outflanking goblins. Deliver a fatal blow. The silver sword was swung to cause a rain of blood all over the sky, as beautiful as dancing under the fallen cherry blossoms.
For a moment, Griffith was attracted by Galadia's dance-like sword skills, and was almost intoxicated by the beautiful scene. This effect seemed to be not only effective on Griffith, but the goblins who tried to besiege Galadia also looked dizzy, and even their movements became sluggish.
Griffith and the two militiamen who did not escape retreated to the alley before stopping. This alley is connected by the earthen walls of several courtyards. It can only allow two people to pass side by side and will not be surrounded by goblins in a short period of time.
"Hold here," Griffith stood firm facing the direction where the goblins were coming. In a blink of an eye, a large group of goblins who had tasted human blood were waving long and short weapons, like a wave of A huge wave rushed towards the trainee knight.
These goblins were stacked one on top of another, their eyes widened and red from drinking blood, their mouths full of sharp fangs making tooth-itching screams.
"There are too many of them!" Galadia was startled by the swarm of enemies. When the two militiamen following her saw this scene, they screamed in fear and ran away.
"Get to the roof, Griffith!" the Elf Archer shouted, "We can't stop him!"
"No."
Griffith was the last one to retreat to the entrance of the alley, blocking the front with his shield. He raised his right hand and pressed it on his helmet visor. He turned to the pale elf girl and said, "I have a sure chance of victory."
Under Galadia's horrified gaze, the black visor fell down. The confident and determined face turned into a cold and ferocious monster. In the gaps of the black iron, the blade-like gaze was as strange and evil as the red moon soaked in blood.
The trainee knight turned slightly sideways and took a small step back to the left, leaving only a narrow gap on his left. His sword was pointed diagonally to the right, where the goblin would break through.
"Bang!" The Goblin hit Griffith's shield in the narrow passage, making a dull sound. The trainee knight's sword thrust out like lightning, killing the enemy that hit him with one blow.
The little monsters swarmed towards him from the gaps under and on the left side of the shield. One of them hit the greaves and fell to the ground. Before it could get up, the heavy iron boots stepped down hard, and the goblin was trampled on the spot until its chest collapsed.
Griffith hit it to the left, and the goblin that was about to squeeze through the gap there was squeezed into a ball of meat.
After completing this set of actions, Griffith took a step back and stabbed the enemy on the right with another sword.
The large group of goblins in the back stepped on the corpse in front, shouted and jumped towards them. At this time, Griffith had already completed his retreat, and the Goblin jumped up and struck the blade of his sword.
A stone flew over, making a "thunk" sound on the black iron helmet, and almost bounced into Galadia's face behind her. The elf saw that the apprentice knight was staggered, but he immediately stabilized his body and stabbed downward with his sword, stabbing a goblin who was trying to get through to the ground to death.
The trainee knight blocked most of the alley with his shield and broad shoulders. He hardly swung his sword to attack, but retreated while constantly stabbing at the goblins trying to get through the gaps.
In the eyes of the hordes of goblins, although this tall human being is ferocious, there are gaps under his feet and on his left hand. There is also a large gap on the right hand side. Two goblins can fit in with a squeeze. , just one more charge will definitely kill him.
Griffith fought and retreated. He bent down, and his shield was just in the path of the goblins. Even these short creatures had to crawl down if they wanted to get in; his right hand continued to stab quickly, and every time the sword After the blade pierced the unprotected body of a goblin, he took a small step back. He did not seek to kill him on the spot, but only left the enemy with blood splattering and screaming on the ground.
From time to time, the goblins would squeeze in and hit Griffith's leather armor or iron gauntlets hard with sharp or blunt objects in their hands. However, this kind of attack cannot penetrate the defense of double armor, and the unarmored Goblin will soon be killed by the trainee knight's counterattack. As the injured continued to fall to the ground, the narrow path was filled with struggling and wailing goblins.
They screamed and grabbed the hands and feet of their companions, begging to be pulled.
Just like that, the roars of the goblins one after another were mixed with a strange sound. Goblin attacks became increasingly difficult due to the wounded soldiers all over the place. When Griffith's sword penetrated the goblin's skinny body, it made a "pop" sound. As the battle progressed, this weird sound continued, like someone was sawing with an old saw. Like wood.
Galadia was stunned by the sight in front of her. She tried to go up to help several times but was unable to do so. The trainee knights are like rocks in the stormy waves, unshakable despite endless attacks. He maintained a mechanical and slightly twisted posture, using small movements to quickly harvest the enemy's life. His attacks were like millstones, constantly injecting new life into them, and then producing one broken limb after another and thick blood smeared all over the floor.
More and more Goblins were attracted. They stepped on the dead or seriously injured Goblins in front of them, wading in the bloody water with one foot deep and the other shallow. After finally throwing themselves down in front of the enemy, they rushed towards their left front. , and then be knocked down by a sword; or they can burrow into the gap between the shield and the ground or wall, and then have their heads smashed and their brains smeared on the mud.
Occasionally, one or two goblins managed to rush to Griffith's side, waving their weapons in the chaos and hitting the armored human. Griffith took the attack with his double armor without panic, knocked them to the ground with his sword, and then continued to take a small step back. Although the goblins also wielded various weapons, but blocked by shields, inferior machetes, axes and daggers could hardly penetrate the double layer of defense of leather and mail armor.
In just a few minutes, Griffith suffered only minor injuries. He had already taken more than twenty steps back into the alley, and there were dead and injured goblins everywhere along the way. Above these dead and wounded Goblins was a chaotic team of Goblins. The Goblins who came up as reinforcements stepped on the fallen Goblins and screamed, pushing and shoving towards the trainee knight.
Suddenly, the crowded procession stopped. The ferocity and madness in the eyes of the goblins with corpses at their feet had been completely eliminated. They looked at the road paved with corpses at their feet and the human soldiers blocking their view at the end of the road with horror on their faces.
From just now, the goblins have been pouring troops, momentum, and flesh and blood into this place, and all living members of the same kind are already standing on the ground covered in minced meat and blood.
"Hoo~" A breath of hot breath came out from under Kurogane's visor, and the goblins shrank back nervously.
"Hurrah!" Griffith gathered strength for a moment, slammed forward with his shield, and then stabbed towards the right front with his sword. The two goblins fell down. The goblins following them fell like dominoes.
The goblins crowded in the alley immediately wavered, and the dense team collapsed instantly like a rotten beam. The team that had been advancing just now turned around and ran in the direction they came from.
The densely packed corpses and black bloodstains on the ground were just troublesome during the attack, but now they have become a fatal chasm. The goblin's short legs were stumbled by the flesh and blood limbs of the same kind, and he could hardly move an inch.
Griffith threw down his shield, pulled out the ax from his waist and started slashing with his long sword. Two rays of cold light rolled through the backs of the goblins' necks like a storm, hacking them to the ground one by one as they huddled together.
Corpses were piled on top of each other, pus, blood and brain matter mixed together. The goblin group completely collapsed and fled towards the exit of the alley. Many goblins tripped over the corpses on the ground, and the goblins behind them stepped on their heads and chests in an attempt to crawl over. The goblin who was trampled under his feet struggled desperately in pain, trying hard to push the same kind above him to escape from the severe pain and suffocation. As a result, more goblins tripped to the ground, and the blockage was formed in the blink of an eye. A wall of flesh as high as one person.
The Goblin Shaman watched this happen from just outside the alley. It and other lucky subordinates were also frightened. When Griffith appeared at the top on a pile of corpses as high as one person, the goblins who had not yet participated in the battle were so frightened that they collapsed on the ground.
"Who else?" Griffith stood on the pile of corpses, panting and shouted in a hoarse voice. At his feet, the few lucky goblins were desperately trying to pull themselves out of the corpses.
As soon as he finished speaking, the trainee knight raised his iron boots and stepped hard. The goblin who was trying to get out from under the pile of corpses opened his mouth and vomited out a ball of internal organs and died on the spot.
"Who else? Is it you?" Griffith raised his bloody sword and pointed at a frightened goblin in front of him. His blood-red eyes penetrated the dark mask and projected onto the little monster.
"Or you!?" Griffith raised his ax and threw it towards the stunned shaman.
I saw a flash of blood, and the Goblin Shaman's head was split in half. The other goblins jumped up from the ground like springs and ran towards the village's earthen wall.
