Forests Don't Support Idle Goblins

Chapter 94 A Friend Arrives [3k]

After the explosion, Martel staggered back, trying his best to hold the greatsword in front of him.

"It's a goblin!" someone exclaimed.

Martel didn't turn his head to look; he stared at the fallen team members. Four more had died.

Luckily, he was a bronze-level adventurer and had bought a secret potion to enhance his physical abilities at a high price; otherwise, he might have been blown up just now.

He hastily wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, quickly thinking of a solution, completely unaware that the blood had been smeared onto the fine scar on his cheek.

That scar was from his first adventure, when a goblin slashed him with a bone spike. Although he cut the goblin in half, the trace of its existence remained on his face.

"Healers, cast shields on the warriors! Armored warriors, step forward and prepare to break through the barricades!" he roared.

The remaining personnel quickly carried out his orders. Four soldiers charged at the chevaux-de-frise, knocking it back. If it hadn't been for the iron chains attached to it, the impact might have pushed the chevaux-de-frise aside.

"Prepare for another one." Before Martel could finish speaking, another explosion occurred around him. However, this time, thanks to the shield, the surrounding warriors only had blood trickling from the corners of their mouths and were not in mortal danger.

A series of heavy footsteps sounded, and Martel looked up in surprise to find a man who was 3 meters tall.

A giant with rice, blue skin, and red hair ran towards them.

"Be careful," he shouted a warning.

"Boom!" The barricade was pushed back by the other side and got stuck between two thick stone pillars.

The other side is preventing the Brotherhood of Storms from destroying the barricades.

"Cut the chains!" Martel shouted, ordering the mages and rangers behind him to attack the giant.

The continuous attacks struck the enemy, but he did not retreat at all, still holding firm against the thick barricades. Martel was astonished to find that the wounds on the enemy's body were healing rapidly.

"It's a troll!" he exclaimed.

"Grass is very strong." The troll Grass roared as it braced itself against the thick tree trunk in front of it.

The attacks from the other side kept hitting him—magic, arrows, darts—each one hurt. But Green Egg said that the other side wanted to kill the goblins living here and steal everything.

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Cao Cao disliked these adventurers; they shouldn't have killed their own companions so casually.

I can eat my fill, grow taller, and play with others, all thanks to these goblins.

These goblins aren't bad guys.

Cao Cao wasn't smart. He didn't know anything about survival, future, or power. All he knew was how painful it was to be hungry. That kind of pain made you want to tear your heart out, making you not want to do anything but keep stuffing something into your mouth, even if it was just a handful of bitter grass.

Green Egg once said that life is very interesting. Even when you are too hungry to move, you will still crawl on the ground and grab anything you can put in your mouth.

Cao Cao felt that he was right. He had been like that back then. Although the troll's memory was not very good, he still couldn't forget the days he was tied to the tree trunk.

Now, he can eat his fill, and people often give him snacks. Although the gingerbread is not very long to eat, it tastes sweet and is completely different from jerky.

"Cao Cao has eaten his fill today!" he roared, determined not to let the adventurers break in, even though he was covered in wounds.

"How can there be such a tall troll here?" Emlyn stared in shock at what he saw.

He had long since run out of arrows and was now using his teammate's quiver.

He was a little scared when he encountered the brain-eating monster earlier, but thanks to his agility, he managed to survive.

The veteran members then told the trainee members that this was the ruins, and that a slight mistake could cost them their lives, but that the ruins also contained a great deal of wealth.

Emlyn already knew this; before joining the Brotherhood of Storms, he had heard that many adventurer organizations would attempt to enter dangerous ruins and tombs.

This kind of danger is far greater than that of a nest of goblins.

But that didn't matter. He wanted to advance, to gain wealth, and to return to the Great Dome that every elf longed to return to.

He suddenly drew his bow and shot an arrow at the troll.

The troll in front of them had almost turned into a hedgehog, but it still didn't run away.

"Watch out!" someone exclaimed from the side. Emlyn immediately retreated and dodged. After an explosion, two more teammates fell beside him.

"I thought there would be a Mind Flayer deep in the ruins, but I didn't expect to run into a group of goblins." He quickly stepped forward and drew another arrow.

"However, these goblins are completely different from the ones I've killed before, just like what Lila and the others said." Emlyn stared intently at the goblins in the distance.

This time, instead of attacking the trolls, he targeted the annoying dwarves.

"How powerful can it be?" He gritted his teeth and shot out an arrow with a whoosh.

Immediately afterward, a voice sounded behind him, "The wanderers leap over the spikes from both sides, mage, step forward and attack the goblins."

Immediately, the remaining three wanderers rushed into the narrow space and quickly climbed up from both sides.

The walls on both sides were covered with many sharpened wooden and bone spikes, which greatly increased the difficulty for wanderers to climb.

But this didn't stop them. The three wanderers quickly climbed over the defensive structure, trying to jump inside and harvest the goblins.

However, after they successfully entered, a goblin wielding a longsword in both hands came to greet them.

"Clang clang clang," after several exchanges, they were surprised to find that this goblin was difficult to deal with. The opponent was not weak in strength and agility, and did not care about getting injured at all. His wounds were visibly healing quickly.

"This is weird," a wanderer said resentfully.

He suddenly threw out several darts and then prepared to charge at the goblin.

The roamer's usual tactic is to block the opponent's movement with darts and then quickly strike at close range. However, the goblin on the other side ignored this and charged towards him instead. Even being hit by the darts could not stop him in the slightest.

The wanderer was stunned. Such a desperate fighting style made him feel a momentary fear, but that moment was enough for the enemy to get close.

"Pfft," he thought, looking at the wound on his stomach. "Such a smooth slash."

"Boom!" A fire arrow struck the goblin, but he only staggered a few steps before continuing his charge towards the other two wanderers.

"Everyone, take cover!" Charles shouted.

The enemy mage is very powerful, and can even float in mid-air to cast spells. If it weren't for the goblin's several crossbows, they probably would have flown right over.

"I need to think of a way to suppress the opponent's mage," Charles thought quickly.

But he had no good ideas for the time being, when suddenly he seemed to hear a few birds chirping.

"Why are there birds chirping in the fortress?" Charles immediately looked up and saw three birds that had turned into flames flying in an arc towards the mage opposite him.

"What's that?" Charles hurriedly turned around to look.

Nine Fingers stood beside a stone pillar, extending his only arm. Three fiery birds flew from his fingertips, hurtling towards the mage opposite him.

These firebirds are completely different from ordinary rocket spells; they can turn and hover, as if they were alive.

The opposing mage quickly became flustered, and if the healers hadn't cast shields on them, they would definitely have been injured.

"Boom!" An arcane missile exploded around Nine Fingers, but he did not back down and continued to cast Firebird. However, it was difficult for him to suppress the opposing mage on his own.

"We need to think of a solution quickly," Charles said through gritted teeth.

"Salmanturu," a female voice called out from behind.

Charles turned around in shock and saw a hunchbacked hag dressed in a black robe walking towards him.

"If I hadn't come back to see you, were you not going to tell me?" Agatha said angrily.

"Well, you've already seen it, haven't you?" Charles chuckled.

"If something happens to you, who will I ask to help me excavate those ancient ruins and study the ancient runes?" Agatha said.

"I just don't want you to be like that—" Charles said.

"I told you, you're my only friend now," Agatha said, then turned to Rupus and said, "Go and bite those flying mages."

Then she walked to the middle of the passage, pointed at the other person, and said, "Astral Arrow."

Several white arrows, tinged with blue starlight, shot towards the opposite side, and mages were hit one after another, screaming as they fell to the ground.

"The enemy has a mage, and a strong one at that!" Qigo shouted, as Martel led his men in harassing and attacking the enemy.

Trolls, but the barricades made of thick tree trunks are still intact.

"Ugh." He landed in pain, his shield having been weakened considerably after being hit by the enemy mage.

"I need to think of something—" He looked around, trying to find a breakthrough.

"Ah—" A scream made him turn his head and saw a skeletal hand holding a short blade, stuck in the back of the mage next to him. This skeletal hand had somehow slipped over there, and no one had noticed it.

"Watch out, everyone! There's a creeping claw attack!" Qige shouted a warning to his team.

But before he could finish speaking, he screamed and fell forward as a goblin appeared out of nowhere and stabbed him hard in the lower back.

"This is definitely much harder than the previous ones." Qigo struggled to pull out a healing potion and drink it, then shouted, "Martel, back up, use the Blazing Glue!"

Upon hearing Qige's shout, Martel quickly came to his side.

"Use the blazing glue; it can burn the barricades and also kill the trolls," Qigo said, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"But that stuff could also blow us up," Martel said. Once the flaming glue is ignited, it will continue to burn and explode. In this confined space, it could splatter onto members of the Brotherhood of Storms, causing casualties.

"There's no other way," Qige said. "We can only try to retreat."

"Prepare the hot glue, everyone retreat into the passageway," Martel shouted, urging everyone to stay as far away as possible.

"Boom!" Several explosions rang out in succession, and raging flames began to burn.

"Blazing Glue, Grass, come back quickly!" Xia Er looked ahead in shock and shouted loudly, urging the troll to leave that place quickly.

But the splashing flames still ignited the troll, who fled back with a scream.

At the same time, many goblins were also set on fire.

"Put out the fire!" Charles shouted, and the other goblins frantically poured dirt on their burning companion.

Screams rose and fell. Charles frowned as he looked at his wounded subordinates. He kept mentally transferring the Red Eyes' regeneration to each of his other subordinates, but the regeneration effect was very limited at this moment.

Just as he was exhausted, Bucktooth ran up to him and pointed deep into the fortress, "Chief, look."

By the faint light of the blue glowing mushroom, Ciel saw a group of little fairies flying over.

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