Char carefully searched the goblin tribe, and there were a total of one hundred and sixty-four goblin corpses in the entire tribe, young and old.
All the corpses seemed to Char, an experienced hunter, to be fatal in one blow, and it was clear that these goblins had resisted, but they could not form an effective counterattack against the enemy.
The goblins also tried to escape, but judging by the horseshoe marks that surrounded the tribe, the ones who attacked the goblins had much more mobility than the goblins, and the goblins had no way to escape.
There are quite a few goblins who have been shot on the earthen wall as they escaped.
Char pulled an arrow from a corpse and weighed it twice.
Armor-piercing arrows His eyes lit up.
The spine of this arrow is metallic, and the body is on the heavy side, and it is specially designed to shoot through enemy armor.
In Wildfire, only the most powerful mercenary groups will use these arrows, but only in small quantities when they encounter strong enemies.
And the people who attacked here actually used such valuable arrows to shoot the lowly goblins Sharp weapons, ferocious and brutal slaughter, riders who come and go, and killing skills that kill with one blow And slaughtering more than a hundred goblins in one fell swoop, leaving not a single living mouth, such a style is rare in places like Wildfire Plain.
I'm afraid that only a few notorious black tribes in the wildfire field would do such a thing.
But even those black tribes don't waste their energy to slaughter goblins and goblins are poor like a bunch of beggars, and robbing them is not the slightest bit of oil, unless you are interested in all kinds of suspicious jerky made by goblins.
Walking around the perimeter of this tribe, Char stopped, closed his eyes and thought for a moment.
The horseshoe prints, bloodstains, footprints, and corpses left on the ground seemed to be disorganized, but in Char's heart, a faint clue was quickly cleared.
The footprints of the horses' hooves, along with the distribution of the goblin corpses, and even the direction in which they fell, immediately reminded Char of some of his already vague memories.
It seems that there are some similar descriptions in the yellowed books that peeked at the old fellow.
Char opened his eyes, and at this moment, the face of this turtle was solemn, and he walked around the tribe again, and sorted out a general clear idea in his heart.
More than twenty people, no more than thirty, all cavalry, archers, skilled archers.
Divided into three teams, one team blocked the way out at the gate of the tribe, broke the gate of the tribe and killed inside, forcing the goblins to jump over the wall and flee in all directions.
The other two teams were horse teams, taking the opportunity to drive the fleeing goblins along the sides of the tribe's earthen walls, shooting some of them with bows and arrows, and then driving the horses to chase them and slaughter those who had slipped through the net.
These people are well-armed, and their martial arts skills are obviously superior to those of ordinary mercenaries.
Moreover, the equestrian skills are also very good This was evident from the fact that they could ride over the not-so-low earthen wall.
Less than thirty men slaughtered more than a hundred goblins with zero casualties on their own side, and not a single goblin escaped.
With such a well-trained means of warfare, I am afraid that even the most famous black gang in the wildfire field cannot do it.
Those black gangs are ferocious, but they may not have this kind of combat skills that come and go like the wind and are fierce and swift.
Thinking too much in his heart, Char even had a feeling of depression that he couldn't breathe, and he took a few deep breaths before he could barely suppress this faint uneasiness.
"How, how" Seeing Char walk back, the poor worm seemed to be unable to stand firmly, her face was pale, and cold sweat even flowed from her forehead, and she hurriedly asked Char.
"What else, dead and dead."
Char put the axe on his shoulder, and saw that the poor worm's face was different: "Why is your face white?"
"Uh, the wound hurts a little."
"What are your legs shaking?"
"Well, it's a little cold."
Char looked at the poor insect very seriously, suddenly grinned, strode up, stretched out a big hand, pressed the poor insect's head, rubbed her hair into a mess, and laughed: "I'm scared hahahaha, don't worry, with me, you'll be fine."
You're my so, and I'll never let anyone lift a finger of you. ” Seeing this turtle laughing heartlessly, the poor worm was a little annoyed at first, but then Char's laughter infected her, and she couldn't help but feel warm in her heart, and let Char's big hands mess up her hair.
This turtle will probably protect me Compared to the nervousness of the poor worm, the goblins saw the slaughtered tribe in front of them without the slightest trace of horror or pity.
On the contrary, these guys even looked at the ruins in front of them with a smile, and let out a burst of Oak Oak laughter.
Goblins are a bunch of people who naturally love infighting.
"Aren't they worried at all?"
the poor creature was a little puzzled.
"They've always been like that.
The goblin's favorite thing is to watch their own kind of people unlucky, even if they are from the same tribe, not to mention that it is another tribe that is slaughtered.
After Char finished speaking, he walked over and kicked over one of the goblin warriors who was laughing the most, and made a gesture with his axe.
Mr.
Princess immediately walked over with his head held high and his stomach shy, and the fox and tiger screamed a few times to drive the goblin warriors on.
Under Char's orders, the group did not go far, but waded across the riverbed beside the goblin tribe and camped on the other side of the river.
Char still showed a vulgar appearance of a turtle, beating and scolding those goblin warriors, and throwing all the work of carrying and lighting the fire to these "Suosuo", but the poor worm saw a trace of his unusual from Char's subtle performance Although this turtle still laughed and scolded, but occasionally there was a beast-like edge in his eyes, when night fell, Char sat by the river, looking at the lifeless tribal ruins on the other bank, he squinted, and a trace of light was wiped from time to time between his eyes, At last he turned his head and looked at the poor worm, and his tone was very calm, but the words he said made the poor worm's heart skip a beat "Hey" Char looked at the poor insect's face: "At night, be vigilant about sleeping, we may have to get up and run away at any time." ” “” The poor worm was startled, his hand trembled, and he threw the water bag on the ground.
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Char smiled, but his eyes were very serious, he pointed to the other side, and his tone seemed to be very casual: "Those guys, they may not have gone too far."
I can see from the marks of the horses' hooves that after they have slaughtered the tribe, they have scattered in several groups.
I'm worried we're going to run into these guys.
I don't know who they are, but judging by the way they act, it must not be a pleasant thing to meet them. ” "Well, then we're still here" The poor worm's voice couldn't hide the fear: "Why are you camping so early today?"
"Because it's supposed to be the safest place to be."
Char thought for a moment, and his voice was confident: "Those guys just slaughtered this place, so it's unlikely that they will come back here if they leave." ” Char said, taking the fire fork, which had a few pieces of wolf meat pierced on the tip of the fire fork, came to the poor worm's side, roasted the fire fork on the fire for a while, and handed it to the poor worm: "Eat, no matter what, it is a happy thing to be able to eat well." ” As he spoke, he pointed to another campfire not far away, where Mr.
Princess scolded the goblin warriors like a cell boss, and Char did not abuse the goblin captives anymore, and gave them a piece of wolf meat.
However, there are more than a dozen goblins in such a large piece of wolf meat, and each goblin can take two bites at most.
"Maybe we shouldn't have taken these goblin captives with us."
The poor worm thought for a moment: "If we go by ourselves, maybe the target is smaller, and it is not easy to meet others, and even if we encounter something, it is easier for two people to hide." ” Char smiled, he looked at the poor insect with mocking eyes, and sighed: "No matter who you are, a guy like you came to the wildfire field and didn't die, it's really a god who blesses you."
Let me tell you, I'm sure those guys are some of the most professional butchers, and experts at killing.
Although I don't know who they are, it could be a top group of thieves, or a group of rebellious deserters, or a group of mercenaries who suddenly went berserk, but anyway, those guys are old birds, and if they do meet them, don't expect us to avoid their eyes, a veteran, even if you smell it with your nose, you can smell the smell of the wind.
That's why it's all the more necessary for me to take these goblin captives with me. ” "Why" "Two reasons."
Char smiled, grabbed a piece of wolf meat that was almost roasted, took a bite, and said vaguely: "First, if we meet those butchers, these goblins can attract the attention of the other party, and we may have a chance to run away."
Second, if you're lucky enough not to meet the butchers, the goblins can be used as a bunch of bait when we find the dragon, which will do you a good thing. ” The poor insect glanced at the "Suosuo" next to her, she sighed in her heart, and once again confirmed one thing: although this guy is a turtle, he is definitely not a simple fool
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