Blood Lord of War

Chapter 33
Surrounding Raging Waves City is a large gentle slope, Robin decided to line up on the slope, condescending is always the best posture in war.The offense can use the potential energy of the slope to accelerate the impact, and the defense can also use the height difference to overwhelm the enemy.

Fifty iron guards lined up in front, forming two rows of spear formations.

Although the two rows of people looked a little thin, but with the Iron Guard's powerful fighting power of one against ten, the two rows of spear formations were comparable to a human city wall.

The elf archers lined up behind the iron guards, 60 people were divided into two small squares of 30 people, each row of ten people in the small squares, a total of three rows.The height difference of the slope prevents them from being blocked by the tall iron guards in the front row, and the bow and arrow can shoot directly at the enemies in front.

For this revenge, the elf archers can be said to have fought their lives. After awakening as elf warriors, they began to practice archery day and night. In order to win and vent their anger to the goblin tribe, they even gave up the elves Elegant, poisoning the arrows of all bows and arrows with golden juice, trying to kill every native who is hit by the arrow.

What followed was a long wait. Robin was sitting on the grass, scratching the turf bored and yawning.

After waiting for a long time, until the lord was about to fall asleep, the army of the goblin tribe finally appeared on the horizon in the distance.

"Boss, they are here!" Simon shouted.

The sky was covered with dark clouds, and there was a faint sound of thunder coming from the depths of the dark clouds. It seemed that a heavy rainstorm was slowly brewing.A chilling wind blew across the wasteland, and the endless sea of ​​grass set off waves and rustled.

Under the dark clouds, the indigenous army walked slowly across the sea of ​​grass.

There are about [-] enemies, and their strength is more than five times that of Robin's. The ethnic composition is mainly gnolls and big elves.They formed three bloated large phalanxes in the wilderness, with the infantry phalanx in the middle and the archer phalanx on the left and right sides.

Robin was a little surprised that there were even archers in their team.

The archers are all hobgoblins, and there are about 150 people; except for the hobgoblin commander, the infantry phalanx is all gnolls, and it looks like they are playing the role of cannon fodder.

In the eyes of human commanders, this kind of formation is definitely full of loopholes. There are no flanks, no reserves, and it is completely at the level of laymen.But here is the wasteland, and a group of natives can form a formation without disintegrating during the march. This is already a top-level military command.

The weapons and equipment of this group of aborigines still carry forward the excellent tradition of what is used in the wasteland. Their weapons are varied and dazzling. with dung forks and hoes.

The armor on them was better than nothing, and it was a blessing to be able to get a piece of leather armor. More jackals were completely naked, even shirtless, without even a coat.

Compared with the hardships of the gnolls, the hobgoblin archers are definitely raised by their own mothers. Although the longbows in their hands look like they were made by the natives, and the production level is quite arbitrary, at least they have one part, which is barely a regular army. look.

The army of goblins walked forward and stopped. Obviously, for these semi-ignorant natives, it was not an easy task to maintain their formation while advancing. They had to stop after walking for a while. Before regrouping, before moving on.

When the team got closer, Robin found that there was a smaller team behind the three bloated phalanxes.

This team is composed of about fifty hobgoblins, and they are elite at first glance.Every hobgoblin holds a two-handed sword. Although the armor on his body does not match, at least the breastplate, shoulder armor, and leg armor are all complete.

They are obviously stronger and mightier than other members of the same race, and they can stay in formation without stopping the whole team when marching.Their aura is also completely different from other aborigines. Every hobgoblin warrior is full of murderous aura, exuding a strong aura.

There is no doubt that this team is definitely a trump card in the hands of the dragon vein goblin, which is equivalent to the tip of a sharp knife.

This dragon-veined goblin actually knew how to gather and use the elite, which made Robin look at him with admiration.

In the middle of this group of elite hobgoblins, surrounded by four gnolls, they carried a simple open wooden sedan chair, on which sat a small green leather goblin.

At this time Elsa came to Robin and said to him, "The goblin sitting in the sedan chair is the dragonborn goblin, Smaug."

At first glance, Smaug looked nothing like his kind, with a green-skinned head covered in red hair, a Goblin with a mohawk.

In addition, there is a small red dragon scale growing on each of his two eyes. At first glance, one would think that he has two red eyebrows.

He sat on the sedan chair carried by the jackal man, looking forward with bright eyes, with a calm expression, and a faint confident smile on the corner of his mouth, showing a kingly demeanor.

Perhaps it was because he couldn't find such a smaller armor, so he only wore a chain mail, but this chain mail of human size was worn on him like a dress, which looked a little funny ridiculous.

When the native army reached a position three hundred steps away from Robin's camp, they suddenly stopped slowly.Robin thought they were going to organize their formation again, but unexpectedly a hobgoblin ran out of the opponent's camp.

This hobgoblin was carrying a large flag, which was made of rags that he didn't know where to find, with an abstract giant dragon drawn twisted and twisted on it.

It was also fortunate that Robin knew that Smaug was better than the dragon king, otherwise he would have thought that the painting on the flag was a large lizard.

The hobgoblin carrying the flag ran to stand between the two armies, and then shouted at Robin in blunt Common Tongue: "Lord Dragon King Smaug, I want to see your human leader!"

Robin couldn't help but laugh, this dragon-veined goblin is quite interesting, probably because he has read too many knight novels, and he seems to want to talk a few trash words to boost his momentum before the battle.

The lord turned his head and pointed at Simon who was not far away with his chin: "Go, kill him, and deal with these stupid people."

"Deling." Simon's big face showed a simple and honest smile like an old farmer, and he ran over cheerfully

Seeing a human warrior running over, the goblin carrying the flag thought he was the leader of the group of humans, and said loudly, "Humans, my master, Lord Smaug, has spoken, as long as you surrender, he can guarantee you ..."

As a result, he was only halfway through speaking when Simon ran up to him, pulled out his waist knife abruptly, and chopped off his head with one blow.

The iron guards, who had been impatient for a long time, immediately burst into shouts of excitement.

Sitting on his sedan chair, Smaug saw that his envoy had been killed. His face was a little ugly, and he cursed angrily, "These filthy humans don't have any basic manners."

Standing beside the sedan chair was an extraordinarily strong hobgoblin warrior, he said: "Boss, there's no need to talk nonsense with this group of humans, let me take the lead with the Dragon King's guard, I promise to kill them all, and use their heads to make blood for you." flagon!"

"Don't worry, Luman, you have a chance to play." Smaug smiled coldly, "The fun has just begun."

(End of this chapter)