While resting, Brutus looked at the dark woods in the distance, feeling a lingering uneasiness in his heart. He always felt that there was some danger lurking in the darkness.
He is very familiar with this sense of crisis - it is this intuition that has allowed him to narrowly avoid many dangers.
Brutus looked at the villagers around him. They were talking and laughing, and they didn't seem to take the Goblin attack to heart. He turned to the members of the village guard. Although they seemed serious,
But Brutus could tell from the way they held their weapons that they were just showing off.
"Sir, what are you looking at?"
"Just call me Brutus." Hearing Peter's voice, Brutus turned back to look at him and replied, "What do those goblins look like?"
"Well - about 1.12 meters tall, green skin, mostly bald, with long ears..."
Brutus compared it with what he remembered and found that it was roughly consistent.
He continued to ask: "How many goblins have attacked the village in the past few times?"
"I heard there are about twenty of them. Every time they leave a few corpses at the south entrance of the village, they run away."
Brutus noticed a few words: "Are they always twenty or so?"
Peter hesitated for a moment, and then said firmly: "Yes, it should be almost the same amount. What's wrong?"
As if suddenly enlightened, he answered his own question: "Yes, there are more than twenty every time. After several attacks, the number is still the same, which shows that their number is much more than that!"
Brutus suddenly felt alarm bells ringing in his heart, and his uneasiness could even overflow his body. Without any explanation, he pushed Peter beside him to the ground, and several stones flew across them quickly.
"Ah!" John's scream came to their ears, and he must have been hit by a sudden flying rock.
"Enemy attack! Everyone lower their bodies and hide behind the wooden wall!" Brutus reacted and shouted to the surroundings.
Whoever gave the command first at this time would have enough control. The villagers who were caught off guard by the attack quickly followed Brutus's order and hid behind the wooden wall.
"Thank God, he's still breathing, he was just knocked unconscious." Peter, who was squatting and walking next to the fallen John, said to Brutus.
"It's too dark, I can't see the enemy's position!" The team members on the arrow tower risked being hit by rocks and looked around in the distance, but found nothing.
Stones kept coming, and most of them flew over the heads of the villagers. A small number of flying stones hit the wooden wall in front of the villagers, making bursts of knocking sounds.
"Peter, show me the stone that hit John."
Brutus picked up the stone thrown by Peter and looked at it. There were signs of polishing and smoothing on its surface.
"Can you use tools?" Brutus thought to himself. He looked up at the torch stuck on the wooden wall and remembered a serious question.
He hurriedly ordered: "Move the torch farther away from the wooden wall, don't set the wooden wall on fire!"
"Joel, there is movement in the trees about a hundred meters away." The team member on the arrow tower shouted, and his voice was accompanied by the sound of several stones hitting the arrow tower.
"Philip, be careful!" Joel replied while touching Brutus' side, "Brutus, what do you think?"
"Such stones may have been thrown with a sling. There shouldn't be too many of them. We just need to rely on the wooden wall to avoid being hit." Brutus handed the stones to Joel, "But the premise is
The goblins won't attack on their own initiative - but I think this is unlikely, after all, stones don't have eyes."
As Brutus said, the continuous attacks of stones became less and less, and after a few minutes the attacks stopped completely.
"Wait a minute and let the villagers get their spears first," Brutus suggested to Joel.
"Take the spear, don't stand up yet, prepare for the attack." Joel ordered loudly.
"Joel, I saw it!" Philip's voice came from the arrow tower, "The path ahead is eighty meters away."
Phillip opened his hunting bow and shot an arrow in the distance, but it seemed that he missed. The other three team members on the arrow tower also followed Phillip and shot a few arrows, but none of them hit the target.
"Sixty meters to sixty-five meters!" Philip reported again, followed by another sound of a bow string striking. About a second later, a high-pitched scream came from the distance.
"Good job, Philip!" the team members next to Philip praised.
They fired a few more rounds, but it seemed that they only hit two or three Goblins. The Goblins also launched a counterattack against them, but the stones thrown and thrown were blocked by the wooden railings of the arrow tower.
Got off.
Brutus put the shield in front of him, exposing one eye to observe the movements of the goblins in the distance. In an environment without light pollution, it was quite difficult to see clearly the movements in the distance under the weak moonlight.
It wasn't until the goblin entered a place fifteen meters away from the village entrance that Brutus could barely see a few figures clearly.
"Group three, wait until the goblin is only one meter away from the wall or when it is about to climb over the wooden wall, poke it down!" Joel also saw it, and he shouted to the villagers.
As he got closer and closer to the villagers, the leading goblin roared and led the goblins behind him to charge.
The villagers jumped at the angry roar at first, and the hands holding the spears began to tremble involuntarily. However, when they saw how short the little guy who was charging towards them was, they quickly relaxed a lot.
The goblins once again threw stones, but the threat of these small stones that had not been accelerated by centrifugal force was not as great as those thrown by the sling. Even if they hit someone, it would only hurt a little.
The villagers relied on the five-meter-long spears in their hands to stab the goblins easily outside the attack range. Although the goblins were very flexible and avoided most of the stabbings, they were still standing on the half-human-high wooden wall.
Previously it could only be kited.
Several goblins tried desperately to climb over the wooden wall, but as soon as they climbed up, they were stabbed to death by Brutus with a spear.
"I am so weak because I am too short..." Brutus pulled out the short spear. He felt that this kind of battle was a hundred times easier than what he had experienced before.
After leaving behind a few corpses, the leading goblin avoided the thrusting spear, stunned several villagers with a roar, and quickly retreated with the remaining goblins.
"Is there anything special about this roar?" Brutus, who noticed this situation, kept it in mind and prepared to ask later.
The team members on the arrow tower took the opportunity to shoot a few more arrows, leaving the goblins with a few more corpses.
"Are you going to catch up, Joel?" Looking at the goblins disappearing into the darkness, a team member next to Joel asked.
"No, we may not be able to take advantage in the dark." Joel stopped the thoughts of several team members, "Let's take a look at John's situation first."