"Stop them!" Gosila dodged and hid behind the heavy guards, shouting towards the back of the queue.
A group of goblins have already pounced on Ophelia and the others. The three Shutorals with her were all assault scouts under the command of the assault cavalry. They did not wear iron armor, but the fine leather armor could not be easily penetrated by Goblin weapons.
Ophelia deftly dodged a dagger aimed at her and slit the enemy's throat with her sword. The goblin didn't even scream and fell down. As she fought, she took the time to use the blade of her sword to break away the ropes that bound the girls' hands.
This four-person team controlled the fighting distance and continued to throw flying knives or bows and arrows to knock down the goblins behind them, leaving a small amount in front of them to kill. However, the space in which they can maneuver is not unlimited.
Once the captive girls were freed from their restraints, the assault scouts took out the prepared wands and vitality potions and stuffed them into their hands.
As soon as Sonia broke free from the restraints, she took the wand handed over by Shutoral and waved it forward. Her movements were very decisive, and her chanting was quick and accurate. It seemed that she had been thinking about how to resist for a long time when she was caught.
A large arc-shaped ice area immediately appeared in front of the four Shutorals, and there was extremely cold air lingering and rolling on top of the solid ice. Sonia's spell actually had a double spell-strengthening effect. Goblins who stepped on the ice either slipped and fell to the ground or suffered severe frostbite.
"Use a control spell!" Sonia felt dizzy after casting the spell. She clenched her teeth and took two steps back, leaning against the tree trunk, shouting to the girls who were breaking free.
A few dozen steps away from them, Griffith and 11 armored Shutoral were slaughtering the goblin front line.
"Stop them!" a shaman shouted. It grabbed the skeleton cloth flag and took the lead in rushing towards Shutoral. The swarming goblins supported the ones in front of them, forming layers of flesh and blood barriers.
The trainee knights wore half-body armor, fine iron gauntlets and greaves, and iron helmets on their heads. They also held huge shields in their hands, embedded in the dense group of goblins at an obtuse angle. The goblin attacks from the front, back, left and right were as dense as a summer rainstorm.
"Crush them!"
Shutoral in the front row raised their shields and hit them head-on. The hit goblins fell like dominoes, and many were even knocked upside down.
Just after the impact, the second row of Shutoral flashed out and slashed at the cracked Goblin phalanx. The exquisite long sword stored in Homemon Watts easily broke through the goblin's armor, causing a shower of bloody limbs.
"Don't retreat!" The Goblin Shaman shouted in a language that humans could not understand. "If the ones in front die, the ones behind will make up for it!"
"Jie Jie Jie!"
Amidst the chaotic sound of war drums, the goblins with red eyes swarmed up like crazy rats. They rushed forward to fill in the newly torn battle line.
Shutoral suddenly stopped. But it only stopped for a moment.
Suddenly, they once again burst out with earth-shattering momentum, and the airtight shield wall collided head-on.
"Bang!"
A dozen goblins flew out again, smashing down a group of similar people. The remaining goblins slashed at the approaching shield wall like crazy. Before they could regroup, another round of fierce sword light rolled through Shutoral's queue.
They were like the iron teeth of a plow, rolling over broken flesh. The goblins that surged up were caught in the flash of swords and torn into pieces in the blink of an eye.
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"The warriors will destroy those women soon, it only takes two minutes!" The Goblin Shaman in the rearguard said to Gothra who had retreated to the side. "We far outnumber them."
"It's impossible. Human beings will run over our bodies in a minute." Gosila shook his head. "Warriors continue to attack. The guards will follow me."
"We should kill those weak women first! They don't have iron armor!" the last Goblin monster roared, and without waiting for Gozilla to answer, he rushed to the rear of the battle line, shouting as he ran, "Warriors, follow Let me tear those women apart!"
"Wait a minute!" The Goblin Shaman didn't have time to stop them. He saw a large group of Goblins leave their position with a roar, and rushed towards Ophelia and the others along with the Goblin trolls.
"Let it go." Gosila shook the dust off his hat nonchalantly and put it on his head. He turned and walked towards the depths of the dark woods, no longer looking at the bloody battlefield.
Griffith, who was in charge of the assault arrow, saw through the gaps in his helmet and visor that many goblins had escaped from the blocking position and were running towards the big tree where Ophelia and the others were, led by a giant monster.
"Ouch! This is going to kill you!" Ophelia and everyone had been forced to retreat under a huge tree, resisting with their backs against the wide and thick trunk. Fortunately, Fiona and a few others, who were also captured, managed to cast a mud-making spell nearby with their unsuspecting wands, which greatly slowed down the goblins.
The goblins who couldn't rush forward for a while could only shoot stones and arrows wildly.
"Roar!"
Suddenly there was a loud noise, and a thick tree trunk flew over, hitting a Shutoral who was fighting. She immediately spat out a mouthful of blood and was knocked out.
The goblin giant threw a giant tree at them. At such a close distance, it was difficult for its throw to miss.
The frightened assault scouts immediately poured bows and arrows at the giant monster, but their arrows pierced into the thick hard skin, only making the giant monster tremble slightly.
"The second shot is coming!" Sonia watched as the troll braved its arrows and tore off a tree, pulling out branches and leaves. Beside it, a large group of goblins were throwing dense stones. Everyone is now crowded in a narrow area. Once hit by a tree trunk, they will be seriously injured even if they are not dead.
"Cover me!" Ophelia took off her helmet and shook her hanging golden ponytail.
The remaining two Shutorals immediately dropped their bows and arrows and raised their small bucklers to block the rain of stones.
The troll also noticed Ophelia and was more than happy to take down three armored humans at once. It gestured in the direction and picked up the giant tree with a grin.
Ophelia's red left eye suddenly became brighter and brighter, shining like a gem with a majestic and confusing light. She stared into the troll's eyes, not caring about the deadly tree in its hands.
"Boom!" A stone hit Ophelia on the forehead, knocking her staggering. But she shook and stood up again, her blood-red pupils already showing a vortex that seemed to swallow up the world.
Griffith, who was about to break through the goblin front, suddenly felt suffocated, and a huge sense of crisis came from in front of him. As soon as he looked up, he saw the suffocating blood in Ophelia's eyes, and almost subconsciously attacked.
Magic Eye, a magic eye similar to Galadia!
The goblin giant was completely unaware of the crisis in front of him. From its perspective, the human woman not far away only had one extremely red eye. The Goblin monster stretched its arms, preparing to throw the thick giant tree forward.
Ophelia seemed to look straight into her soul, staring at the troll amid the rain of stones and sticks thrown at her.
"Your goals will be lost; your will will be controlled by madness."
The goblin giant suddenly trembled, and its simple throw was suddenly disrupted. The thick piece of wood was not thrown where it should have been. Immediately afterwards, the clumsy giant monster suddenly went crazy, roared, grabbed the tree trunk and swept towards its own kind.
"Woo!" The Goblin warriors gathered around the giant monster were hit by a giant tree that was thicker than their bodies, and instantly turned into a mass of rotten flesh and blood, accompanied by crackling and breaking sounds. The group of goblins that had been shouting and fighting just now were swept away.
Ophelia's body went limp and she fell down. Bright red blood flowed from the socket of her left eye. It was obvious that the blow just now had a great burden on her.
"Extraordinary? No, this is the favored one of the evil god." Gosila, who had already taken a shaman to hide in the distance, shrugged. "You see, human power is still strong, and we are still very weak. This is a A commando team composed entirely of human elite non-commissioned officers, as long as their number reaches a certain scale, in a regular face-to-face battle, even a twenty-fold numerical advantage coupled with giant monsters will be like paper."
"Leader, let's run quickly. The warriors can no longer resist." The Goblin Shaman looked anxiously at the bloodied battlefield where Shutoral was killed. "We have failed."
"Failure?" Gosila raised the corner of his mouth, "Why do you think I want to fight them here? Why should I talk nonsense with that human? Why should I give him time to detour to our rear?"
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The goblin monster looked at the giant tree in his hand inexplicably. The uneven tree trunk was covered with blood and flesh, and pale broken bones were embedded in the bark, dripping with disgusting pus. The warriors who had been with it previously were gone.
Although he didn't understand what was happening, the troll decided not to embarrass himself. At that moment, the mud and freezing magic unleashed by the human women had gradually dissipated, and the Goblin troll raised the giant tree again, raised its arms and shouted.
"Kill all the human dogs!"
Before he finished speaking, a spear penetrated its fat right waist and abdomen. The sharp spear tip penetrated from the back, and its belly was gleaming with blood.
"Woo!" The Goblin monster turned its head subconsciously, and saw a few iron-clad humans among the blood mist and severed limbs in the sky. They had crushed the Goblin's blockage and threw a series of silver-white missiles at it. of flash.
"Puff, puff - puff!" After a series of weird sounds, the Goblin monster's arms, neck and knees were pierced by four projectile spears. The giant monster immediately felt its strength and blood spurting out of the body. It subconsciously reached out to cover its wound, but its palms were filled with blood in the blink of an eye.
In less than a minute, 12 Shutoral penetrated the goblin defense line from the front, leaving pieces of flesh and limbs on the ground.
As soon as Griffith threw his spear, he chopped down a fleeing goblin with his sword, and the burly monster slowly fell to the ground. But the Goblin monster could look at him levelly even if he knelt on the ground. Griffith did not dare to be careless and swung his sword at the troll.
The goblin monster that still wanted to struggle had its throat cut off immediately, and blood spurted out. Even so, it was still not dead, holding its throat and letting out a dull roar.
Midian Maier and several other Shutoral followed closely, swiping their swords towards the giant monster. Murat cut off half of its face with a sword, and the monster fell to the ground with a "boom".
"Too slow~ too slow!" Ophelia covered her bleeding eyes with gauze and complained to Griffith weakly against the tree trunk.
Griffith and the other Shutorals broke through from the center, slaughtering most of the goblins and piercing through the phalanx in less than a minute. Although it didn't take much time, the goblins almost managed to break Ophelia's defense. If Ophelia hadn't used her mysterious power at the critical moment, most of these girls wouldn't have survived.
Just a short while ago, a Shutoral was hit by a giant tree and was seriously injured. He was still unconscious after emergency treatment. In addition, several girls were hit by stones and bows and arrows, crying in pain.
"Bandage it, take the wounded and we'll leave here right away!" Griffith hurriedly checked the seriously injured Shutoral and found that although she was still alive, the basic healing spells and potions in everyone's hands were only enough. It's just a life hanging on the line.
"Many people are injured and exhausted," Murat said while panting as he led several people to set up shields around them. "Let's rest for a while before leaving."
Others cast approving glances. Everyone first marched in full force and then immediately went into battle. Now they are all very tired.
"No, you can't stay here!" Griffith shouted, "Look around, is this a place where you can stay?"
The pale moonlight casts a faint light on the grass in the forest. Broken and broken bodies were everywhere. The intestines hung on the bushes, and the smelly blood dripped down the stems and leaves. Groups of small insects emerged from the soil and reveled in the flesh.
Sonia, who had been resisting desperately just now, glanced at the blood and flesh on the ground, quickly turned her head and covered her mouth.
"This is the Whispering Forest. Even in normal times, it is a forbidden area that is forbidden to set foot in. We fought again, and soon the monsters in the forest will gather here to enjoy blood food." Griffith took back himself from the giant monster. Throwing a gun, "Hurry up and recover the weapons, let's get out of here."
Although everyone was very tired, being in such a dangerous situation, the sense of crisis still made everyone move. Murat and others quickly made a stretcher out of branches, vines, clothes and shields, and lifted up the seriously injured Scitoral.
"Woo!~" A shrill scream suddenly came from the darkness in the distance. The cry was identifiable as the dying cry of the Goblin Deserter.
Immediately afterwards, there was a shrill and terrifying scream that no one had ever heard before.
The freshmen at Homemonworth quickened their pace without needing prodding and fled towards the road they came from. Griffith took the lead in clearing the way, weaving through the woods and piles of rocks along the markings he came from.
The screams of goblins came from the depths of the distant woods from time to time. At first there were some angry roars, but soon the screams were filled with despair and pain, and then gradually died down.
The pale moon looked down at the group of fugitives from an unreachable height. The dense forest where there were occasionally one or two strange screams became silent at some point, as if something was watching them in the darkness.
"Griffith," Ophelia, whose face was covered with blood, approached Griffith and whispered in his ear, "we are overtaken."
