Forests Don't Support Idle Goblins

Chapter 148, the most exciting chapter of the series, has been updated! Read it now!

"Shoot!" the centaur chieftain shouted.

More than twenty arrows flew in and struck the ogre in front of them with a few thuds.

Enduring the stench of the stinking orbs, the ogres rushed towards the centaur village, only to be met with arrows fired from the enemy.

Although the smell of the ogre camp was already unbearable, it was clearly no match for the power of these foul spores. They staggered and shook their heads, clearly unable to concentrate due to the stench, which resulted in two ogres falling to the ground in the first volley of arrows.

"Their arrows hurt so much!" the ogres cried out. Compared to the bone arrowheads that the centaurs had previously crafted themselves, the iron shovel-shaped arrowheads were clearly causing much more severe damage to the ogres.

"Charge!" The leading ogre was clearly a little smarter. He knew that they couldn't retreat back into the stinking spore area behind them now, as that would make all the ogres crouch on the ground in discomfort, making them easy targets for longbows. Moreover, the stench would prevent the ogre mages from concentrating. The only way now was to charge into the centaur village and force them into melee combat.

Unfortunately, their plan backfired. A second volley of arrows struck, and two more ogres fell. These large targets, shrouded in foul spores, were perfect targets for the centaurs to practice their shooting.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh," the third volley of arrows arrived in an instant. The shovel-shaped arrows struck the ogres repeatedly, not only embedding themselves in their bodies but also tearing their skin. Compared to ordinary arrows, these arrows caused larger wounds and resulted in greater blood loss.

However, the remaining ogres immediately covered their heads with their arms and charged directly at the centaurs without regard for anything else. Their brutal and savage nature was aroused, and they had completely forgotten the pain, only wanting to kill these centaurs.

Just as the ogre was blocking the arrows and getting closer to the centaur archer, Shire shouted "Raise!"

A thick rope was pulled up, and the ogre at the front was unable to dodge in time and was tripped and fell to the ground. As they struggled, several arrows shot into their heads, ending their lives instantly.

The thick rope was also pulled off course by the inertia of the ogre's charge, and several ogres behind it also fell onto the corpses.

"This archery is amazing." Standing behind the centaurs, Charles drooled as he watched the archers. He had originally thought that simply replacing their bows with heavy arrows would only slightly improve the centaurs' strength, but he hadn't expected that these strong young archers could kill those ogres one after another.

Although the ogres had been attacked by the Stink Ball, Sharl had previously led goblins to fight against the cannibal magicians and knew that ordinary grenade fruits had limited effect on them. However, now these archers were targeting the enemy's head and chest with precision, which was significantly more effective than grenade fruits.

"If I add them all to my team, and the back row fires wildly, I doubt many enemies will be able to get close." He stroked his chin, calculating. "I'll also equip them with magic-suppressing effects. As long as they can defend against magic attacks, I'll have a high probability of winning."

"It's just too expensive," Charles gritted his teeth. The bow and arrows he brought this time were ordered by Mary and the blacksmith in Goat Horn Town when he met Evita. He also transferred a lot of goods from the surrounding towns through the Merchant Guild. "It's almost as much as the money I make from selling potions."

Previously, when he was training the goblin archers with crossbows, Evita stood at a distance and demonstrated her archery skills. After that, Charles specifically looked at the centaurs' bows and arrows and understood that the environment they were in was currently lacking in resources. He wondered if the centaurs would be even more powerful if they were equipped with this set of equipment, since natural history books highly praised the centaurs' archery skills.

From that time on, the Shard set his sights on the centaur race and tried every means to bring them into his camp.

He even learned about Evita's movements through his subordinates, pondered the centaur chieftain's psychology, carefully analyzed the other party's situation, and designed tonight's series of "demonstrations".

The centaurs clearly loved the bows and arrows in their hands, which were much better than the weapons they had made themselves. Although they were not yet very familiar with them, they were all experienced and skilled archers and quickly got used to the new weapons.

"Oreko, go and tell everyone to speed up!" the centaur chieftain shouted. The ogres in front of him were clearly frightened, and some had already turned and fled, but the real enemy had not yet appeared. The Evilthroat Army should arrive in a while.

"Yes, Chieftain," Orek answered loudly, then grabbed his bow and ran back into the stone chamber, where many of his people still needed help.

"Whoosh, whoosh," came a lot of noise from the distant forest, and birds were constantly being startled into flight, as if a large number of creatures were approaching.

"They're here." The centaur chieftain frowned, gazing into the distance by the moonlight, knowing that the real enemy was fast approaching.

"Father!" A cry rang out as Evita rushed to the clan leader's side.

"How many people haven't left yet?" The centaur chieftain looked at his daughter, not scolding her for running back from the fortress without permission, but immediately inquiring about the situation of his people.

"Half is still to go, and a lot of supplies have already been transported there," Evita said excitedly. The escape is getting closer and closer to success.

"Abandon the remaining supplies, leave the tubers for now, and let the tribe go first." The chieftain made a decisive decision. He had originally thought that the centaur tribe could be self-reliant, but now that the Evilthroat Army was about to arrive, he could only ensure the safety of the people first and rely on the goblin tribe for the foreseeable future.

When he was communicating with the goblins via notes, a sentence from Charles completely convinced him: "If you save the land but lose the people, you will lose both the land and the people; if you save the people but lose the land, you will save both the land and the people."

Soon, Orek ran over. "Chief, the order has been given. All those tubers have been thrown away."

"Alright," the centaur chieftain nodded, then looked at his daughter beside him, "Evita, your father has something he wants to ask of you."

"Father." Evita looked at her father in front of her, wondering what he meant by saying this at this moment.

"I know I am not a good chieftain, and perhaps not a good father either. The former chieftain reminded me that I am indecisive and always consider too many things. But now there is one thing that I must do as a father."

He reached down and removed the beast tooth necklace from his chest, which was adorned with several animal canines, strung together by a golden cord that was clearly made of unicorn hair.

"You are a good child, bold and decisive. Although you are sometimes reckless, you are very brave. I believe you can lead our people well." The centaur chieftain placed the necklace around Evita's neck, gazing at her affectionately.

"Father, what are you saying?" Evita stood frozen in place, but she immediately understood the meaning behind her father's actions. "No, Father, don't."

"Listen to me, Evita," the centaur chieftain grasped his daughter's helpless hands, "The Evilthroat Army is coming, and some of our people haven't left yet. Someone has to stop them, and if someone has to pay for this, I hope I'll be the first."

"You know how bloodthirsty and difficult those guys are to deal with. Their slave soldiers are insane; even if they've lost an arm or a leg, they'll still crawl and charge at you."

"I can only do my best to buy you some time," the centaur chieftain said, glancing at Orek. "Take her away."

"Yes, Chieftain." Orek crossed his arms and stomped his forelegs heavily. This was a centaur custom, a gesture of allegiance to their leader. No one had made this gesture when the centaur tribe and the Evilthroat Army signed the pledge of allegiance.

Orec called upon several centaurs and forcefully dragged Evita away. At the village entrance, only the chieftain looked back at his daughter.

"You were pretty cool just now," Charles said, walking over. "Are they really that amazing?"

"The Evil Throat Army is very strong; this is the only method I can think of." The centaur chieftain turned to look into the forest, where the noisy sounds were getting closer and closer.

"Help us, help Evita," he said solemnly.

"I will." Charles nodded calmly.

"So you want to hold off the Evilthroat Army all by yourself?" Several elderly centaurs approached, their tone casual, as if they were discussing what to eat for dinner or what the weather would be like tomorrow.

More and more elderly centaurs gathered around, and some even snatched the bows and arrows from the middle-aged centaurs and kicked them away with their hooves.

These elderly centaurs huddled together, reminiscing about their hunting exploits from their youth, teasing each other, and exposing each other's embarrassing moments. If they weren't gripping their bows and arrows so tightly, Shire would have thought these old fellows were no different from the old men playing chess at the village entrance.

By this time, the foul-smelling spores in the forest had become much fainter due to the night wind, and many torches appeared in the opposite forest, which should be the arrival of the Evil Throat Army that the centaur chieftain had mentioned.

Charles looked at the elderly centaurs, who automatically formed a battle formation, seemingly ready for battle at any moment.

"What a truly natural scene!" he exclaimed. Xia Er had once read that when antelopes migrate, if they encounter a canyon that they cannot jump across, the older antelopes will jump across first, and then the younger antelopes will step on the backs of the older antelopes and use their strength to cross the canyon again.

Now, those red-clad goblins charged forward fearlessly, and even though the arrows pinned them to the ground, they continued to push towards the centaurs.

"They're really tough to deal with." He frowned as he watched the elderly centaurs gradually being covered by goblins, then he turned and walked into the stone chamber, entering the stone ring.

As the last person to leave using the portal, Charles said to Broken Tooth:

"I'm leaving. You take the controller apart, and then don't leave the shadows."

Then a flash of white light, leaving only the sounds of tearing and biting outside the stone chamber.