"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 are all assault scouts under the command of the assault cavalry. They don't wear iron armor, but the fine leather armor is not good either.
Breen's weapons can be easily penetrated.
Ophelia deftly dodged a short spear that was stabbing her, and slit the enemy's throat with her sword. The goblin fell on his head without even screaming. While she was fighting, she took the time to pick with the blade of her sword.
Open the ropes binding 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 number in front of them to kill. However, the space they can maneuver is not unlimited.
of.
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 Scitoral 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 captured.
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.
The goblins on the ice either slipped and fell to the ground or suffered severe frostbite.
"Use control spells!" 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 same kind in front, forming a layer upon layer of flesh and blood barrier.
The trainee knights were wearing half-body armor, fine iron gauntlets and greaves, and iron helmets on their heads. They also held huge shields in their hands. They were embedded in the dense group of goblins at an obtuse angle. Goblins attacked from the front, rear, and left.
It was 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 Homon Watts easily broke through the Goblin's armor and lifted off pieces of limbs.
Rain of blood.
"Don't retreat!" The Goblin Shaman shouted in a language that humans did not understand. "If those in front die in battle, those 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.
"Boom!"
A dozen goblins flew out again, smashing down a group of similar people. The remaining goblins frantically slashed at the pressing shield wall. Before they could regroup, another group of goblins formed in Shutoral's queue.
It was a fierce sword light that rolled out.
They were like the iron teeth of the plow, rolling over the broken flesh and blood. The Goblins that came up were instantly caught in the flash of swords and torn into pieces.
…
"The warriors will destroy those women soon, it only takes two minutes!" Goblin Shaman in the rearguard said to Gothra who had retreated to the side, "Our numbers far exceed theirs."
"It's impossible. Human beings will run over our corpses 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 him. 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 deep into 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 several 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.
"Oops! This is fatal!" 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 several others who were also captured
The unsuspecting wand reluctantly cast a mud-making spell nearby, greatly slowing 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 Shutoral who was fighting. She immediately spat out a mouthful of blood and was knocked away.
The Goblin monster 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 and only made the giant monster tremble slightly.
"The second shot is coming!" Sonia watched as the troll tore off a tree with arrows and pulled off branches and leaves. Beside it, a large group of goblins were throwing dense stones at everyone.
Now they are all crowded in a narrow area. Once they are 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 very happy to kill three humans in armor 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 confusing and magnificent light. She stared at the giant monster's eyes, not caring at all that it was ready to attack.
The deadly giant tree.
"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
to attack.
Magic Eye, a magic eye similar to Galadia!
The Goblin Troll was completely unaware of the crisis in front of it. From its perspective, the human woman not far away only had one extremely red eye. The Goblin Troll stretched its arms and prepared to throw the thick giant tree forward.
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Ophelia's gaze seemed to go 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 shuddered, and its simple throw was suddenly disrupted. The heavy wood was not thrown at the place where it should have been. Then, the clumsy giant suddenly went crazy and roared and grabbed the tree trunk.
Sweep towards your own kind.
"Woo!" The Goblin warriors gathered around the giant monster were hit by a giant tree larger than their bodies, and instantly turned into a mass of rotten flesh and blood, accompanied by crackling and breaking sounds.
The group of goblins who were 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 elite human sergeants, 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 as useless as paper."
"Leader, let's run quickly. The warriors can no longer resist." The Goblin Shaman looked anxiously at the bloodied battle line 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 the pale broken bones were embedded in the bark, dripping with disgusting pus. Previously, it followed it
The warriors around him are gone.
Although he didn't understand what happened, the troll decided not to embarrass himself. At that moment, the mud and freezing magic released by the human woman had gradually dissipated, and the goblin troll once again raised the giant tree and raised its arms and shouted.
"Kill all the human dogs!"
Before he finished speaking, a spear penetrated its fat right waist and abdomen, and the sharp spear tip penetrated from the back, and the belly was gleaming with blood.
"Woo!" The Goblin monster turned its head subconsciously, and saw that among the blood mist and severed limbs, several iron-clad humans had crushed the Goblin's blockage, and threw a series of silver-white shots 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 spears. The troll immediately felt its strength and blood spurting out of the body, and it subconsciously
He reached out to cover his wound, but his palm was covered 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. The burly monster also slowly fell to the ground. But the Goblin monster knelt on the ground and could look at him levelly.
Faith didn't dare to be careless and swung his sword at the giant monster.
The giant goblin that still wanted to struggle had its throat cut off immediately, and blood spurted out. Even so, it was still not dead, and it held its throat and let out a dull roar.
Midian Maier and several other Shutorals followed closely and swung their swords at the giant monster. Murat cut off half of its face with his 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 feebly as she leaned against the tree trunk.
Griffith and other Shutorals broke through from the center, slaughtered most of the goblins and penetrated the phalanx in less than a minute. Although it didn't take too much time, they almost defeated the goblins.
Ophelia and the others' defense. If Ophelia hadn't used her mysterious power at the critical moment, most of these girls wouldn't have survived.
In the short moment just now, a Shutoral was hit by a giant tree and 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 led a few people to set up shields around him and panted, "Let's rest for a while before leaving."
Others cast their eyes in approval one after another. 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 corpses are everywhere. The intestines are hanging on the shrubs, and the smelly blood is dripping along the stems and leaves. Groups of small insects emerge from the soil,
Revel in the flesh and blood.
Sonia, who had been resisting desperately just now, looked 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 enter. We have been fighting for a while, 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 collect the weapons, let's get out of here."
Although everyone was very tired, 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 the seriously injured
Fix Toral.
"Woo!~" A shrill scream suddenly came from the darkness in the distance. People could tell from the scream that it was 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 supervision, and fled towards the road they came from. Griffith took the lead in opening the way, walking through the woods and piles of rocks along the marks they came from.
From time to time, the goblins' screams came from the depths of the distant woods. At first, they were mixed with some angry roars, but soon the screams were filled with despair and pain, and then gradually subsided.
The pale moon looked down at the group of escapees from an unreachable height. The dense forest where there were occasionally one or two strange screams had become 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 being overtaken."