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The most important thing is not to be afraid of death!

Yes!

General Ramsay had never seen such a terrifying goblin. He rubbed his eyes several times, thinking that he had been under an illusion, or that he was too nervous recently and had hallucinations.

You must know that goblins are creatures that are basically at the bottom of the food chain in Faerun. They are timid and cowardly. Even thirteen or fourteen-year-old children with a little training can easily kill one or two.

But now...

These goblins with a slightly weird skin color in front of them, even after more than three or four thousand casualties, still didn't have the slightest intention of backing down, and they kept rushing up, and they were even more difficult to deal with than the strong orcs.

After all, human soldiers are generally taller, and the spears in the front row are usually used to deal with cavalry or larger monsters, so the small goblins can easily use their own advantages to flexibly avoid the long-handled weapons that stab them in the face.

I am afraid that all the officers of the entire coalition army did not expect that the goblins, who are like cannon fodder, have caused such a terrible impact on their formation.

Seeing that the soldiers in the front row were showing signs of collapse, General Ramsay immediately ordered loudly: "Quick! Call ten sword and shield infantry! We must stabilize the formation! We must not let those damned little monsters rush in!"

"Understood!" The messenger hurriedly rode his horse and sprinted at full speed.

However, not long after his front foot left, the large stone catapult behind the Luskan army array on his back foot began to show its power.

Relying on the giant's unimaginable strength, its huge arm threw stone balls wrapped in scorching glue into the air, and then fell straight into the middle of the phalanx of the coalition forces in Waterdeep City, killing more than a dozen people each time. The burning glue on the surface of the stone ball will also ignite the weeds on the ground, forming a large area of ​​high-temperature flames and thick black smoke.

As a tribal chief who was born in Yeluzi, Gar did not receive an orthodox military education, but he gained enough experience in war after war.

More importantly, during the period when the enemy was rushing and repairing, he didn't do nothing, but asked his subordinates to cut down a large number of trees and hand them over to the craftsmen to make stone catapults, which have no technical content but are powerful. Killer.

As for whether he accidentally injured the goblins on the front line, he didn't care.

As long as you can win the final victory, isn't it normal for dead point cannon fodder?

Anyway, there are as many small monsters as goblins in the forests around Icewind Dale and Luskan. If you catch a group of them and force them to drink the blood of demons, and then train them a little bit, they will become qualified low-level soldiers in no time.

It was precisely because of his confidence that Garr was not in a hurry, watching the goblins fighting the enemy close to each other, falling down in pieces.

He believes that after the first batch of goblins are all dead, those pitiful humans will feel the trembling and fear from the bottom of their hearts...

Chapter 931 Troll Charge

Ten thousand goblins who drank the blood of demons!

This is the meeting gift that Gar gave to the coalition forces in Waterdeep City!

When the last one was also killed, the battlefield was densely packed with corpses, including countless red-skinned goblins and a large number of human soldiers. The tragedy far exceeded the imagination of the nobles of the Lord Alliance.

They couldn't believe that the goblins, who had always been regarded as pests and cannon fodder, were so cruel. They killed more than 5000 people on their own side, and the wounded were countless.

But that's not the worst part!

The most frightening thing was that the goblins, who were supposed to be timid and cowardly, turned around and ran away when they found out that the situation was not good, were completely annihilated and none of them retreated or escaped.

unusual!

So abnormal!

General Ramsay ignored the priests who were busy treating the wounded, and said solemnly to the lord of Waterdeep who was wearing a magic mask, "Your Excellency! I think we'd better start retreating now! Luskan must have invented Some kind of magical potion or magic is used to make these goblins so crazy. If even goblins can cause us such terrible casualties, then hobgoblins, bear goblins, orcs, orcs, gnolls, ogres, giants Waiting for a monster, how scary should it be?"

"No! You can't retreat! You can't fail! Don't forget, we are not the only ones participating in this war, but also many nobles from the Alliance of Lords. If they feel that Waterdeep City is unable to resist Luskan's expansion, what will happen? "The lord asked in a low voice, gnashing his teeth.

While saying these words, he still didn't forget to turn around and glance at those allies whose eyes showed horror.

You must know that the alliance of lords, just like its name, is to unite the rulers of various towns and villages in the surrounding areas of the Northland together, so as to save them from fighting for a little dispute and benefit, making the people miserable, affecting business and trade boom.

Since it is a loose alliance, it means that most of the small towns and villages are useless, relying on the big brother of Waterdeep City to support the field.

Once the big brother falls, or shows that he can't control all kinds of ghosts and monsters, it's not a shame to turn around and surrender.

The lord couldn't imagine that if the lord alliance collapsed and about half of them took refuge in Luskan, it would cause a terrible shock to the political situation in the Northland.

"Damn! This is not the time to talk about politics! Your Excellency! Please look at those monsters with obviously abnormal skin colors! They will rush to kill each of us! No one can escape except those mages. This is deep water The last force assembled by the City and the Lords Alliance! If we are all dead, then Luskan's appetite may not only annex Neverwinter City, but continue to attack Waterdeep City directly." General Ramsay He retorted bluntly.

"No! I don't agree! You are showing weakness to the enemy! We still have enough mages to inflict heavy damage on those monsters!"

"I really saved everyone's life! This battle can no longer be fought! And we have mages, don't we have enemies?"

……

One of the two is from a political point of view and the other is from a military point of view. It is obvious that neither can convince the other.

Just as they were arguing endlessly, a group of tall humanoid creatures in heavy armor and with strange dark yellow skin appeared on the horizon.

They are ugly in appearance, with sarcoma of different sizes growing on the surface of the skin, and the big mouth full of sharp fangs keeps drooling, which is simply creepy.

"Giant... troll?!!! An army of thousands of trolls!" A young officer couldn't help but exclaimed loudly.

That's right!

These ugly and stupid creatures are exactly the trolls that frighten many adventurers in Faerun.

Moreover, after drinking the blood of the devil, they have made up for their weakness of being afraid of flames. Right now, there is only one thing that can really kill them, and that is strong acid.

Without any hesitation!

When the trolls were assembled, Garr waved his hand and launched a second round of attacks on his own initiative.

boom!boom!boom!boom!

Under the slight tremor of the ground, more than 500 trolls began to charge towards the coalition forces in Waterdeep City.

In their eyes, this is not a war at all, but a hunting and eating with physical and mental pleasure. The food is nothing but living human beings.

"Rocket! Prepare the rocket! Shoot! Free fire!"

"Fire glue! Apply fire glue to all melee weapons! Only fire and acid can kill a troll!"

"Where is the mage? We need the help of magic power now! There are too many trolls!"

……

With panicked shouts, the soldiers suddenly became chaotic.

Especially those militiamen who have not undergone strict training for a long time are almost scared to pee by the trolls rushing towards them.

You must know that their usual accusations are at most just to deal with small monsters like goblins and kobolds, and it is a bit difficult to deal with orcs, half-orcs and hobgoblins.

As for trolls, they are creatures of another level entirely.

Sometimes a small group of militiamen may not be able to defeat a troll, or they may be killed and become the opponent's food reserve for the next few days.