I am a god in another world

Those hobgoblins with tribes have received the most rigorous military training since birth. Obeying orders is their duty and instinct. Even if it is an extremely humiliating order to surrender, they will execute it without hesitation.

When the two hundred most elite hobgoblin wolf cavalry jumped off their mounts, threw away their weapons, and knelt on the ground with their hands on their heads, the other hobgoblins followed suit.

No one objected to this matter, and everything happened naturally.

Including the monsters who followed Gavin and Stelina to fight, they also made the same move. Not to mention running away, not even one of them sneaked away.

Faced with this situation, not to mention Stelina and the others were surprised.

Even Blood Claw, the instigator, looked incredible. When did he have such a strong appeal among these vassal soldiers?

Or was he shocked by the two giant dragons hovering in the air?

Compared with the two, Bloodclaw believed that it was all because of the half-elf in front of him. He seemed to exude a strange magic that made him feel close to him involuntarily.

If Bloodclaw had never known him, he might believe that this was the other party's natural charm.

Although the two had never fought directly, they had fought indirectly at least three times - the smuggling of the Pit Tribe, the retreat outside the Black Well Tribe, and the escape of the ambushed young red dragon.

He had never had this strange feeling about the other party before.

Most of the time, when he thought about it, he was gritting his teeth in hatred.

He was coerced by the Black Death and became a vassal who fought everywhere. Before that, he put all the blame on Gavin. Previously, he used the attack on the Black Well and the capture of Gavin as a reason to persuade the young red dragon. This was not just a rhetoric, but he really wanted to do it.

Now his mood has changed inexplicably, and it is not normal no matter how he thinks about it. It is more like a magic effect.

Bloodclaw used his peripheral vision to scan the bodies of other vassal soldiers. From their expressions, it was obvious that they were hit by the same magic, but they didn't notice it because they didn't have the before-and-after comparison like he did.

Bloodclaw was shocked and had to overturn his newly formed understanding of the half-elf in front of him. At the same time, he secretly rejoiced that he had made another extremely wise decision.

From the beginning, he surrendered sincerely and didn't plan to play any fake surrender drama, otherwise he really didn't know how to die - because under the influence of this magic effect, no one knew how many people would respond to his call for attack, and how many vassal soldiers would point their swords at him.

Gavin didn't expect that Bloodclaw could actually detect the invisible influence of the Silver Destiny Milestone. This was something that even the spellcasters of Lord Virginia didn't notice.

It's not that Bloodclaw has a more sensitive insight than Lord Virginia.

But his situation is special than Lord Virginia.

After all, the Virginia lords and their friends were Gavin's allies from the beginning, and they had a certain foundation of goodwill. After the victory, it was natural for them to increase their feelings. The emotional influence of the milestone of fate penetrated into it silently - strangers would not think too much, at most they would have a natural goodwill.

Blood Claw originally had hostility and hatred towards Gavin, but suddenly turned to goodwill, so he naturally felt doubtful and compared the differences before and after.

Comparing the differences.

Not only did it not change Blood Claw's thoughts, but it strengthened his beliefs.

He raised his hand and slowly walked to Gavin a few dozen meters away. He knelt on one knee and said loudly: "Blood Claw, the leader of the Blood Claw tribe, is willing to lead all the tribesmen to swear allegiance to Gavin. I swear in the name of the mighty Magrubit that I will never betray you. Wherever the lord's blade points, we will go. We will advance without retreat and will not refuse death."

"I swear in the name of the mighty Magrubit..."

"I swear in the name of the mighty..."

The elite confidants behind Blood Claw followed him to swear first, and then the earth elves' vassal soldiers were also led.

Finally, the entire Black Death God camp gathered into a majestic voice at the same time.

"I swear in the name of the mighty Magrubit that I will never betray you. Wherever the lord's blade points, we will go. We will advance without retreat and will not refuse death."

Boom!

The surrounding flames made a strange explosion.

The blood on the battlefield actually floated into the sky against common sense, dyeing the surroundings blood red.

No, that was not the blood of the dead, but the blood of the hobgoblins who swore to Gavin.

A low voice, like a huge bell, sounded in the air, "The contract is done."

The next second, the blood turned into blood rain and fell, accurately landing on every hobgoblin who swore.

All the hobgoblins, at this moment, all knelt on the ground trembling, repeating the oath just now with a more pious and fanatical voice.

This is no longer an oath, but a pious prayer.

This is a prayer to the powerful Magrubit, the god of all goblin races.

Not to mention them, even Blood Claw, the instigator, did not expect that his regular oath would attract the attention of Magrubit himself and be witnessed by the true god.

In Faerun, where true gods truly exist, the blood oath of the true god, although rare, is not too rare, and the conditions for achieving it are neither high nor low.

Condition 1, that is, the number of people who swear at the same time is enough. This is related to the level of the god's power. The higher the level of the god's power, the fewer people are needed to swear.

For powerful gods, 500 people are enough.

For medium-level gods, at least 1,000 people are needed.

For low-level gods, 2,000 are needed.

For weak gods, at least 5,000 are needed.

Condition 2, that is, the people who swear together must be sincere and sincere. If there are too many selfish thoughts, it is difficult for the gods to sense it, or in other words, they will not witness and bless.

The first one is easy to deal with, but the second one is difficult.

This situation usually occurs in the more fanatical religions, swearing for faith and for the true god.

For a lord like the one in front of us, it is extremely rare.

If this situation happens to an old lord who has ruled them for many years and has a prominent reputation, it can also be understood.

But for a lord who they didn't know before and just surrendered to, the situation is a bit incredible, even unbelievable.

Lord Virginia and Stelina, who knew something about the True God Blood Oath, almost had their eyes popped out. The way they looked at Gavin was as weird as it could be. It was not like looking at a familiar person, but looking at a monster.

But at this moment, Gavin was wearing sealed armor, emitting dazzling light, holding a spear in one hand and a long sword in the other, with blood dripping down, like a war god who had just descended to the earth, and his face could not be seen at all.

The instigator under the mask was actually shocked.

He did not expect that the True God Blood Oath would be triggered.

However, he knew the root of the problem and hurriedly invested his consciousness on the silver destiny milestone.

Sure enough, there was a new change here.

A line of blood-red small words appeared at the bottom as a supplementary explanation.

True God Blood Oath: The god of the goblin race, the mighty Magrubbit, witnessed the pious oath and gave a blessing. Those who violated this oath will be punished by his god after death.

Bloodsworn: 1238 hobgoblins, 38 bear goblins.

This natural favorability, it turns out, is used in this way, the biggest benefit is waiting for him here.

It seems that even a milestone of destiny is also a trigger, and there are many hidden benefits behind it, which must be dug out by oneself.

If it weren't for the blood claw by accident, this benefit would have been missed in vain.

Suddenly, Gavin looked at the blood claw differently.

No, the way he looked at this group of hobgoblins was different.

In the past, I always felt that these hobgoblins had hideous faces, were extremely ugly, and did all kinds of evil.

Now, they feel that they have hard faces, solemn expressions, and look like iron-blooded soldiers.

"All wolf riders, pick up your weapons, mount your horses and chase after them. Kill all those evil gnolls. The limit is ten kilometers. You can return here regardless of whether there are any targets.

All infantry, clean up the battlefield on the spot, rescue the non-gnoll wounded, and kill all gnolls and hyenas on the spot, regardless of whether they are eroded by the power of the abyss." Gavin immediately issued a new battle order.

If there is no true god blood oath, even if there is a silver destiny milestone.

Let alone leading this group of surrenderers to chase, he will have a headache, how to settle and recruit them.

Now it is different.

Restricted by the true god blood oath, their loyalty to themselves is probably greater than that of most dog-headed people. There is no need to worry that they will flee in all directions after leaving the camp and never come back.

Blood Claw stood up first, without even armor, picked up his weapon, turned over and jumped on the fierce wolf mount, and roared: "Wolf riders attack."

Roar!

All the hobgoblins roared, picked up their weapons, and jumped onto the dire wolf mounts.

Gavin summoned the young copper dragon down, jumped onto the dragon saddle with a fairy step, and followed them.

The number of hobgoblin wolf cavalry was not large, only about 300.

But the momentum of the attack was quite amazing.

The hobgoblins who could become wolf cavalry were carefully selected. Even among the hobgoblins, their size was amazing, with an average height of more than two meters.

The mounts under their crotches were not ordinary wild wolves or direwolves, but all of them were huge and dire wolves.

The only thing that was not beautiful was that their equipment was varied.

There were scale armor, leather armor, and leather armor, and some even had no armor at all.

As for weapons, they were even more inconsistent, including spears, javelins, greatswords, long swords, two-handed axes, etc. This was still good, and some held simple homemade giant wooden sticks.

As vassal soldiers, the Black Death obviously had no intention to equip them, nor did he have so many equipment to equip them. After all, the rocky land produced minerals, but not smelting, and various equipment was relatively scarce.

Although carrying the height and weight of the earth elves, the footsteps of these ferocious wolves were still very light, landing silently, but howling one after another.

The distance between each other was very far, but the formation was maintained quite well.

Looking down from the air, this is a standard wolf hunting formation.

Compared with war horses, these giant wolves do have the disadvantage of consuming a lot of meat, but the combat wisdom is what herbivores lack.

There is no need for Gavin's command. Blood Claw knows very well how to play the advantages of the earth elf wolf cavalry.

With twelve riders as a unit, they quickly divided into more than 20 combat teams, dispersed, and swept across the gullies, ridges and ridges of the rocky land, those routes that are easy to escape.

It seemed that they had separated, but through the wolf howls, they echoed each other and advanced very rhythmically.

When a battle squad was fighting, the three or four surrounding battle squads immediately heard the sound and quickly advanced in the direction of the battle.

If they fought, they would make peace; if they did not fight, they would separate.

Those fleeing Black Death Gnolls, whether they were scattered or gathered together, could not withstand the wolf pack siege tactics at all. In addition, their will collapsed and they could not organize any resistance. Soon, dozens of them were bitten and killed.

No wonder the Purple Dragon Cavalry of Cormier frowned when they mentioned the Earth Elf Wolf Cavalry of the Rocky Land.

Another advantage of the Wolf Cavalry is that they are more adaptable to terrain, especially rocky land.

Many terrains are difficult for war horses to cross, but the Wolf Cavalry can jump up with one jump.