Forests Don't Support Idle Goblins

Green Skin took a step forward, puffed out his chest, and stared directly at the earth goblin holding the scimitar.

Although he shouted "I won't drink the holy water," his legs were still trembling slightly. The goblin's gaze was cold, looking at him as if he were a dead body.

"What did you just say?" The goblin stretched his shoulders and walked over, carrying his scimitar.

"I said," Greenskin's voice softened slightly, but immediately he raised his voice again, shouting to all the goblins around him, "we don't drink."

"We will no longer drink that so-called holy water; it's just poison," Green Skin said quickly, completely ignoring the goblin's cannibalistic gaze. "We also have the right to choose."

"It is we who find food to feed you earth sprites."

"It was we who drank the holy water, charged ahead, and defeated the enemy."

"But we goblins still live in burrows, huddled together just to avoid freezing to death in winter, and fighting amongst ourselves just to get a bite of rat meat."

"We just want to live. We don't want to become slaves of your Evil Throat Army, and we don't want to be suddenly told one day that we can die today."

"If you goblins were powerful enough, you wouldn't need to threaten us and send us to our deaths. You only look strong; without us goblins, you are nothing."

Greenskin shouted excitedly. He was trembling with excitement, but he still held his head high and stared intently at the goblin opposite him, his gaze never leaving him.

"This battle is only for your own selfish desires. You'll make us goblins pay with our lives, and then you can reap the rewards."

"I am no longer afraid of your cruel rule. Don't think that killing us and driving our heads into stakes will enslave us forever."

"We goblins can also say no, and we can scatter and run away. These goblins don't drink 'holy water,' so you can't defeat the enemy."

He clenched his fists, shouted, and even took a step toward the goblin.

"You noisy fly." The goblin grinned and raised his scimitar. He had already let the green skinner talk too much. The battle was still going on, and if they delayed, the opportunity would be lost in an instant.

Goblins have rebelled against the goblins before, but without exception, they were all beheaded and their heads displayed. Now, this audacious goblin must be executed as soon as possible to ensure victory in this battle. You must know that there are ranks of goblins in the Evilthroat Army, and if he causes trouble, the general will definitely punish him as well.

"Thud!" The scimitar slashed down diagonally, but there were two cries of agony. One was from the green-skinned man, who, although he retreated to dodge the scimitar, was still slashed with a huge wound. The other cry of agony came from the goblin. At this moment, a goblin dressed in strange clothes was standing behind him, plunging two black daggers into his lower back. The excruciating pain made him roar loudly, and then he was kicked to the ground.

"You are very brave." The goblin glanced at the fallen green skin, then stopped chasing the earth goblin and instead grabbed the green skin before disappearing into the shadows.

Almost simultaneously, a loud explosion erupted where they had just been standing. The green light and the violently spreading shockwave demonstrated the power of this "magic blast." However, although two more magic blasts exploded around them, the two goblins had vanished without a trace.

This discordant episode ended quickly. Evilthroat withdrew his spellcasting hand; there was no time to worry about those things now, nor was there any need to pay attention to the wailing goblin on the ground. He had to get these goblins to drink the holy water as soon as possible and immediately break through the enemy's formation.

He raised his hand and commanded the earth gnome beside him to blow the horn again.

Unfortunately, the goblins were all staring at the groaning goblin on the ground. It seemed to be the first time they had ever seen a goblin defy their orders to their face, the first time they had ever seen a goblin stab and injure a goblin. They hesitated, holding the "holy water" in their hands, and even though they heard the "whooshing" sound of the horn, they did not immediately drink the holy water.

"Do you all want to die right now?" a goblin leader drew his scimitar and said menacingly to the goblins.

But at this moment, the goblins merely took a step back in fear and did not drink what they were holding.

Finally, as several goblin leaders approached the goblins with their knives, the companions who had been sharing a burrow with the goblins shouted, threw away their "holy water," and scattered in different directions.

With them leading the way, the remaining hundreds of goblins scattered like a swarm of wasps, yelling and running away. Even though the goblins kept swinging their scimitars and chasing after them, not a single goblin stopped running.

"Come back here!" General Evil Throat roared in exasperation. The way the battle had developed was completely unexpected. He wiped his red nose with the back of his hand and had to think about what to do next.

Unfortunately, the Sharl tribe wouldn't give him enough time. Evilthroat stared in shock at the large red banner in the distance, which was already rushing towards him at high speed.

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Seeing the Evil Throat Army exploding across the way, Charles immediately realized that now was the perfect opportunity to launch a surprise attack. The Evil Throat Army was in complete disarray, like a flock of chickens caught in the middle of a fox's attack. This was the moment to charge and win.

When those mutated slave soldiers crashed into the spears, he frowned and watched them intently. These red goblins were completely oblivious to the pain they were in. Even with several spears piercing their bodies, they still swung their wooden clubs and attacked forward, letting the spear shafts pass through their bodies with soft "plop" sounds.

But then, the faint singing reached his ears and spread outwards. All the centaurs and goblins around him clearly heard the singing.

"How can there be singing?" Charles narrowed his eyes. This change was somewhat unexpected. Originally, this change was not in his battle plan. He only needed everyone to do their best to deal with the second wave of mutated slave soldiers. He had even prepared for many people to sacrifice themselves in this forest clearing today.

But the changes brought about by this song surprised him greatly. The mutated goblins all spat out an unknown liquid, and then completely broke away from that frenzied state where they knew nothing of pain and only knew how to move forward madly. Moreover, their seemingly strong vitality immediately returned to its original state, becoming extremely weak, and soon they all tilted their heads to the side and died on the spear shaft.

"Where is that singing coming from?" Charles scanned his surroundings, trying to find the strange changes on the battlefield. Soon he saw the skeleton warrior Elton and the others turning around to look at him.

"Look at me?" He glanced at the skeleton warriors, but immediately realized that their eyes were not on him, but on the banner behind him.

[Item: Black Dragon Banner of the 7th Field Regiment]

[Quality: Epic]

[Purpose: Assault]

[Self-Status: Divine and Immortal Blessing (Permanent)]

[Special Effect: Unite your allies within the banner's coverage area; it will shatter all illusions and deceptions.]

[Note: Forward, forward, forward.]

"So this is the Black Dragon Banner." Charles glanced back at the banner that Cao Cao was holding. When he turned around, Cao Cao put his other hand behind his back, clearly hiding something.

"Unite your comrades within the banner's coverage, and it will shatter all illusions and delusion." Charles repeated the banner's description. "The enhancements of these slave soldiers are merely illusions. As long as I unite my people and companions around me, without fear and with high morale, we can shatter these illusions."

With a "whoosh," he drew his longsword from his waist. "Now, as the battle flag says, advance, advance!"

"Everyone," he shouted, "Charge!"

Charles shouted repeatedly, and the spear-wielding goblins in front of him began to charge forward. The spears, which were more than two meters long, were not a good choice for a charge, but the Evil Throat Army was also on the verge of collapse, so the battlefield still looked one-sided.

Led by Evita and Orek respectively, the centaurs quickly charged into the two white stone rings on either side of the formation. Several goblins were constantly operating the controllers to teleport them into the forest. These centaurs, wielding lances, swiftly traversed the forest, attacking the flanks and rear of the Evilthroat Army. Two black daggers, like broken teeth, pierced the enemy's waist.

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"Evil throat!" Evita roared, her lance tucked under her arm, completely ignoring the goblins scattering in all directions, her gaze fixed on the earth goblins.

Just now, while she was in the army formation, she looked towards the opposing Evilthroat Army. The goblin with the red cloak behind him was their leader—General Evilthroat.

But the battlefield is in chaos. The goblins who are putting up a stubborn resistance, the ogres wielding their hammers, and the goblins who are running around and then lying on the ground trembling and surrendering when they can't escape are all making her search more difficult.

"Where are you?" Evita shouted, kicking a goblin away with her hoof. The sound of "magic explosions" kept blasting in front of them. The goblins and several ogres were casting spells. Each flash of green light and the rolling airwaves knocked a group of goblins to the ground. Curses, howls, and pleas for mercy mingled in the air above the battlefield, forming a symphony that would make even Death take notice.

Finally, Evita spotted the guy in the goblin horde who was tearing off the red cloak from his back. He was wrapping something in the cloak, which he had apparently taken from a wooden barrel lying on the ground beside him.

"Evil throat." Evita tucked her lance under her arm, raised her hooves, and charged straight ahead, intending to use the enemy's life to console her father's soul.

"Evil throat." Evita tucked her lance under her arm, raised her hooves, and charged straight ahead, intending to use the enemy's life to console her father's soul.

But Evil Throat also noticed her, and the other party merely glanced at her coldly before raising one hand.

"Powerful Magic Burst".