Forests Don't Support Idle Goblins

Evita gripped her longbow tightly, her eyes fixed on the Evil Throat Army in the distance.

The other centaurs around her appeared calm, but their tense facial muscles and the way their forehooves constantly pawing the ground revealed their underlying tension.

Previously, Charles had specifically summoned her back to the fortress and calmly told her, "The Evil Throat Army is coming." At that time, she was still planting tubers with her people. Her people told her, "Only in such an environment can your children grow up safely." She simply nodded and then planted a tuber in the soil herself. As long as she watered it, the tubers would quickly sprout and grow, not to mention that Shansio was there to help her.

Unfortunately, those bastards didn't want to let the centaurs go. They actually chased them through Nightmare Forest and were preparing to attack their tribe here.

Evita had seen her tribe's warriors fight before, but back then she stood in the back row, protected among a group of centaur warriors. Her chieftain father would not let her get hurt. But when Charles told her the new information, her father was no longer in front of her.

This time, she needs to stand at the very front, facing those crazed creatures.

Evita let out a soft breath. The forest breeze ruffled her brown hair, calming her tense heart a little. Since escaping back from the village, she had cut off her long hair, which was hard for her tribesmen, who were used to seeing her with long hair, to accept. Her brother Orek always wanted to say something to her, but in the end, he could only sigh. She knew that everyone wanted to comfort her, but the more they looked at her with that kind of gaze, the more she couldn't forget the way her father waved goodbye when the tribesmen took her away.

Only when Ciel saw him did he smile and nod. When Ciel put on the armor, he slapped his thigh and said, "It's just like me, so much like me."

"Like what?" I asked him, a little puzzled. He just smiled and said, "Like a female hero."

Joan of Arc, a name she had never heard of, the name of a human girl who led soldiers and civilians in rebellion, a name that brings tears to one's eyes.

Evita remembered that when she listened to the other person recount the girl's deeds, she remained completely silent, not making a single sound to interrupt Charles. She greatly admired the heroine in the story and was even more impressed by her courage to charge into battle on horseback with a flag in the face of an opponent many times stronger than herself. Compared to the Evil Throat Army, Evita sometimes thought during her rest periods that if those crazed slave soldiers suddenly rushed out of the distant forest, what should she do? Should she immediately rush back to the fortress to inform Charles, or should she organize her people to escape immediately?

But today, those guys are really standing on the other side.

"Lead your people to freedom," these were the words Charles told himself. "Running away can only solve the problem temporarily. If we want to live freely in the forest, we must fight the enemy to the very end."

Evita pulled an arrow from the ground. Several arrows were stuck in the ground in front of her, one for each centaur. This would make drawing the bow more effective. The enemy slaves were also beginning to assemble. The battle was about to begin.

Just now, Brother Orek shot and killed the goblin who was trying to persuade them to surrender. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught the resentful looks of her tribesmen beside her. They even spat on the ground. And what Sharl said behind them seemed to be pounding on the hearts of everyone present.

"To survive, you have to rely on yourself," Evita said softly. She turned to look at the large red flag with its lifelike black dragon patterns, while the three-meter-tall troll holding the flagpole looked rather comical.

Evita looked at Caocao, who was holding onto the flagpole with one hand and secretly stuffing small nuts into her mouth with the other, and smiled gently. "It's a beautiful place here, and everyone is living a good life."

"So Father, please bless me so that I may kill Evilthroat with my own hands," she whispered, then slowly turned her head, her previously flower-like smiling gaze instantly turning cold and resolute.

"It's just a little 'holy water' trick. Those guys aren't invincible. There's nothing to be afraid of."

Evita nocked an arrow and drew the bowstring, her gaze locking onto the mutated, vicious-throat slave soldiers charging towards her. With a "thud," the bowstring twanged, and the arrow, like a meteor, pierced the battlefield, tracing a parabola as it plunged downwards. With a "thud," it struck a red-skinned slave soldier, who merely staggered from the impact, then ignored the arrow still whistling as it hurtled towards its target.

"If one arrow doesn't kill it, shoot a few more," Evita immediately picked up the arrow stuck in the ground again, nocked another arrow, and just as she aimed at the goblin, several "booms" were heard as slave soldiers stepped into the traps on the ground and fell in. It was a deep pit that everyone had dug together, two and a half meters deep. "Once you fall in, don't even think about getting back up."

She immediately locked onto other targets and fired arrows. Before the battle, Xia Er had told everyone that as long as they could withstand the enemy's initial attacks, their intimidation tactics would be ineffective, and that would be the time for the real decisive battle. She and her people needed to teleport to the forest from both sides and then flank the Evil Throat Army from behind. Only in this way could they ensure that none of those bastards could escape.

With a "whoosh," another arrow shot out. Evita found herself gradually becoming less nervous. Although the crazed slave soldiers were about to rush in front of her, the front of the formation was filled with goblins' spear formations, like a hedgehog.

It's kind of funny, but when they heard that the Evil Throat Army was coming, the goblins seemed calmer than their centaurs. Some of the younger members even discussed in private whether the goblins would run away in panic when the battle broke out.

However, Charles had told himself that he didn't need to worry about them, as the real key to this battle was his own people.

"Ah—", the brutal slave soldiers ahead were getting closer and closer. Although a small number of them had already stepped into the trap, a large number of enemies still rushed over. Evita could already see their bloodshot eyes and the splattering saliva.

"As long as we withstand the enemy's initial intimidating charges." She picked up another arrow from the ground, aimed it at the enemy ahead, but this distance seemed only enough to kill one or two slave soldiers.

She had already glimpsed that in the distance, the Evil Throat Army had once again gathered another batch of slave soldiers, preparing to charge.

Some of the surrounding tribesmen had already begun to curse quietly, while others were shifting uneasily in place. Compared to the Shire people, the madness of those slave soldiers was more deeply etched in the centaurs' memories.

"Fear is inevitable," Evita clenched her bow, recalling Charles's words once again: "The best way to eliminate fear is to face it."

A bead of sweat rolled down Evita's cheek. "Did that young heroine also feel fear when facing the enemy's cavalry?"

"How did she overcome that?" Evita stared intently at the enemies charging towards her, the sound of spears piercing flesh echoing as the frenzied goblins finally crashed into the spear formation. "The most crucial moment of the battle is yet to come."

If anyone is frightened by the madness of those guys charging forward with spears stuck in their bodies, then the next wave of attack will be like a giant wave crashing against a sand dune, shattering the formation in one fell swoop. That will be the nightmare moment of the entire battle.

Evita frowned and picked up the arrow in front of her again. Now that she was surrounded by goblins, she could no longer shoot arrows and could only be on high alert. Just then, she seemed to hear a faint singing voice.

The singing was ethereal and melodious, as if a young girl was whispering something in someone's ear. Then the melodious singing drifted away, replaced by a firm and powerful voice that was so stirring that it even affected everyone around.

Everyone was slightly taken aback, but the roaring slave soldiers in front of them brought them back to their senses.

But the next scene made everyone grip their weapons tightly. The mutated slave soldiers trembled as they gripped the spear shafts on their bodies. They no longer charged forward desperately, but instead began to spit out large mouthfuls of red liquid mixed with blood. Then, as if all their strength had been drained, these slave soldiers slumped on the spear shafts, and some of them were even about to attack the goblins that were gripping the spear tips.

They no longer roared, but instead groaned in pain. Some of them had lost the effects of the "holy water" and had already passed out, while the rest were clearly not far from death.

"What's going on?" Evita gripped her longbow, not understanding why this was happening, but still cautiously aimed the arrow at the enemy on the ground.

"Woo—", the Evil Throat Army sounded their horns in the distance, signaling the next wave of attack, which looked like it would involve at least 200 slave soldiers.

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"Everyone, prepare to drink the 'holy water'!" a goblin shouted.

Qingpi stood at the front of the line, looking down at the pale red liquid in his hand. This was the first time he had obtained "holy water." It looked no different from ordinary water, except that it was pale red in color.

In the center of the battlefield ahead, countless slave soldiers' corpses stretched all the way to the front of the tribe's army. He watched with his own eyes as those slave soldiers slumped against their spear shafts and died on their spear shafts. This was quite different from the rumors he had heard before. Three Scars had said that as long as the first wave of goblin slave soldiers who had drunk the holy water made contact with the enemy, they would be fearless and intimidating to the enemy. Then the enemy's ranks would falter, and the second charge would completely crush the enemy.

"No one is unafraid in the face of fearless slave soldiers." Three-Scar said this arrogantly as he sat on the straw mat, chewing on a piece of meat, while Green Skin and his companions just squeezed to one side, waiting to eat the leftovers.

But now their own tribe's army is like a mountain standing on the earth, still standing after being battered by waves.

"Drink the 'holy water'!" the goblin shouted.

"No!" Greenskin shouted immediately, stopping all the goblins from moving.

"We don't drink."