Witch Monastery

"Useless!" The goblin leader cursed angrily, but he was not panicked. "Don't be afraid! There are only three of them, but we have thirty! If each of us spits on them, we can drown them!"

"Brothers, come on! Whoever takes one first will be the first to go tonight!"

He roared, intending to use the most primitive desire to stimulate the fighting spirit of the goblins. And it must be said that this method is often extremely effective, especially in the appearance of Jutta and Cuibis, both of whom are of the best level!

"Ah ...

"The pink-haired one is mine, don't fight with me for it!"

"The one with the flattest breasts is mine, don't fight with me for it!"

"The one with the flattest chest is the guy, I won't compete with you!"

……

Anyway,

Driven by desire, the goblins brandished their scimitars and rushed forward with howls. There were a few goblins behind them holding short bows, but they had no intention of shooting arrows. It seemed that they thought this was a safe bet, so they didn't want to endanger their lives and just wanted to capture them alive.

In response, Hawthorne was not polite. He got out of the car, raised his hand and shot out two bursts of magic energy, aiming directly at the archers in the distance!

Bang bang——!

The two shots were extremely accurate. The two goblins flew backwards immediately, their sternums collapsed, and their mouths and noses bled. They were breathing out more than they were breathing in.

Goblins are small creatures, with an average height of less than 1.2 meters, and their physiques are not very strong: their muscle mass is only equivalent to that of a child who has just entered puberty, and their muscles are stunted!

Their ability to withstand attacks was even worse than that of the thugs from the Shannasa Guild, so under Hawthorne's explosion of magic energy, the thugs were still able to maintain a trace of sound, while these goblins were killed instantly without any suspense!

The goblins in close combat rushed forward with red eyes, not noticing the unusual movement behind them. Hawthorne fired and walked forward at the same time, as if he was risking his life, and walked straight towards their machetes.

However, the next second, his body suddenly became blurry and flickering. The goblin in the front swung his sword, but found that he had hit nothing. Hawthorne was not there at all, and his body had already been somewhere else!

Blur, a useful protective spell!

The remaining goblins hadn't reacted yet, and thought they were dazzled by too many rewards. They chopped at them again, but as expected, all of them missed!

clang--

Click——!

Finally, there was an extremely lucky guy who slashed his scimitar on Hawthorne's body. The angle was accurate enough to hit the vital part of his body, but the force was not enough to break through Hawthorne's layers of magic defense, so he was not hurt at all!

Not only was he unharmed, but the next second, a terrifying chill burst out, climbed up the goblin's body along the scimitar, and instantly froze his entire body stiff!

"Well--!"

He didn't even let out a loud scream before he turned into a cold corpse!

The second ring of Agassis Armor!

Although its strength is not high, it will be relatively weak when facing the long-range attacks of strong opponents - such as the Storm Hammer thrown by Kentz at the beginning - but when facing rookies who cannot break the defense, this spell can still give them a fatal counterattack.

Just like it is now.

Chapter 121 The Power of a Level Curse Swordsman

It was not until this goblin froze to death that the remaining goblins finally realized what was going on. They were horrified and said, "Mage, he is a mage!"

"Damn it, this is so troublesome!"

"Surround him and don't let him cast spells!"

……

The goblins were screaming. Apparently, after so many years of robbing and kidnapping in this mountain, they were quite experienced. They were not afraid even of the wizard, because they knew that in this situation, as long as they surrounded the enemy, they would be unable to escape!

trouble……

Being so close to the enemy, using magic energy to attack the enemy in the distance becomes a thankless task.

Hawthorne then gave up casting the spell, protected his chest with his left arm shield, and stretched out his right hand. Then countless dark powers from the underworld emerged, like strands of silk, interweaving in the air, and soon turned into the shape of a long sword.

Because he was holding it, the long sword was also hazy and flickering. As he swung the sword, the goblin in front of him raised his shield hastily, but he couldn't block it at all. The sharp sword blade cut his throat almost unimpeded.

laugh--

Blood gushed out, and the goblin's face became hideous. He struggled and fell down, holding his throat.

This scene was so similar to the tragic death of Kentez that night. The imminent death stimulated his nerves and made his heart beat like thunder!

No, Hawthorne, we are on the battlefield now, you can't be afraid!

Kill, keep killing!

He was roaring in his heart, his blood was boiling, his eyes were a little red, and the long sword in his hand turned flexibly and chopped at the shoulder of a goblin again!

Behind him, in the carriage, Cuibisi slowly stretched out her long, beautiful legs, stepped gracefully on the ground, and raised her hand slowly with a smile, and then streams of poisonous gas gushed out from her palms -

woohoo-

The irritating gas spurted out, and instantly, the goblins who inhaled the poison gas only felt a burning pain in their throats and lungs. Then they covered their necks and began to twitch. Their fighting power was instantly halved!

"Damn it! Shoot them to death!"

Seeing this, the goblin leader's heart trembled and he cursed angrily, but he did not dare to rush into the poisonous gas to decide the outcome in close combat with Hawthorne. Instead, he stepped back quickly, threw away his weapon and shield, and then took out the short bow from behind, stood still, aimed, and shot!

Whoosh whoosh—

The remaining goblins also drew their bows and shot, but unfortunately their accuracy was poor. Only the leader was experienced enough to see through the illusion of the haze spell and shot an arrow into Hawthorne's body.

boom--

This attack broke through his Armor of Agathys, but failed to penetrate the Mage Armor. The remaining power was also blocked by the false life and did not cause any substantial damage.

But this time, it attracted Hawthorne's attention to him.

His red eyes turned back, murderous intent surged, and he locked onto this most special goblin at a glance.

There was no other thought left in Hai Ming, only one thought, which was to kill him!

So far away...

I'm afraid the magic explosion can't solve it...

We can’t let him continue shooting arrows. We have to use more powerful means to kill him instantly!

With this thought, Hawthorne dropped the contract sword in his hand, protected his body with the shield, stepped back half a step, and drew the storm hammer from his waist with his right hand. He injected two points of mana into it, and suddenly lightning flashed on it and magic power surged!

Then, he exerted force with his right arm, and with the help of magic, he threw the square hammer fiercely at the little leader -

boom--!

The spinning hammer hit his head hard, and the blinding lightning shot up into the sky with a loud noise. The goblin leader didn't even scream, his entire head exploded, and he died on the spot!

whoosh-

The hammer head flew back and automatically fell into Huo Sang's hands. Looking at the result of this battle, he was really very satisfied.

Very good, very good. With my current combat capability, I can easily dominate the low-end games.

Well, it's a low-end game. After all, in the mountains of the rubble zone, except for the weakest ogre people, the goblins have the weakest physique and are the easiest to bully on the front battlefield.

Of course, the premise is that these dog-headed people do not have a leader who has awakened the dragon blood. If there is, then their overall strength is still stronger than the goblins.

"The boss is dead!"

"So strong, he's a super wizard!"

"Run, run quickly!"

Finally, with the scream of a goblin, everyone's morale collapsed, and they turned around and ran away screaming. These guys were obviously experienced in escaping, and they chose to run away skillfully, making it difficult for Hawthorne and others to choose a target to chase.

But unfortunately, this method is effective against ordinary enemies, but it is not enough to deal with people like Hawthorne.

Putting away the Storm Hammer, Hawthorne raised his hand again, and shot bursts of magic energy straight into the distance. Anyone who was hit was either killed or seriously injured.

Later, Uta, who had been silent for a long time, finally got out of the car. His body suddenly turned into a shadow, shuttling through the forest at high speed, almost three times faster than an ordinary goblin.

Those guys who fled in a hurry couldn't run far. A line of blood suddenly appeared on their throats or backs, followed by shrill screams or painful groans. These guys died suddenly, and no one survived.

In less than two minutes, the battle was over.

"Wow, it seems to be easier than I thought."

Looking at the corpses all over the ground, Hawthorne felt his heart beating like thunder, but he still forced a smile and spoke in a relaxed manner.

He knew that he would see this kind of scene many times in the future, and he would have to get used to it sooner or later. Rather than waiting until a life-and-death battle in the future to get used to it, it would be better to desensitize himself to blood in this situation first.

Fortunately, fortunately, compared with the previous times, today I was just a little too excited, which is much better.

The only drawback was that even though he had successfully harvested the lives of more than 20 goblins without any harm, he had also consumed six mana points and a bunch of protective spells that he had cast in advance, which was a huge loss...

cough!

Of course, this is not a big deal. The biggest problem is that he seemed to be too excited about killing people and so he didn't leave any alive...

Oh no, there is only one survivor left.

It was Yimik.

This goblin was cunning enough. He did not join the fight, nor did he run away. Instead, he crawled under the car. As a result, Hawthorne and the other two did not notice him, and he luckily escaped with his life.

And now, this guy is now slumped on the ground, his legs shaking. An indescribable stench spreads from his crotch, making people afraid to approach.

Hawthorne said "Clean up the battlefield" and then looked at him with a disgusted expression.

But considering what he had to do, he still stepped forward, raised his hand, and the dark power of the Shadow Underworld once again formed a long sword, pointing it at the goblin's throat: "You have seen their end. Come, if you don't want to die, answer a few questions for me."

"Do you know a hobgoblin warlord named Zenith? Where is his lair? Take us there!"

Yimik's body trembled for a moment, then he shook his head: "I don't know, I don't know the location of his lair——!"

Huo Sang raised his eyebrows and thought to himself that it was quite a coincidence that this guy didn't even know about it.

However, it was not a big problem. Even if he didn't know now, it didn't mean he had no ability to find out.

"Then, you are of no value." His voice was cold, and he swung his sword, as if he was going to kill him on the spot.

Chapter 122 Goblin's Lair

Immediately, Yimik was horrified: "No, no, no, no, no! I still have a way, I still have a way!"

Hawthorne stopped, lowered his eyes, and looked at him impatiently: "Speak."

"I can tell you the location of our tribe's lair!" The unscrupulous goblin profiteer said hurriedly, trembling, and sold out all his people without hesitation. "Some of them are more informed than I am. Someone must know the location of the hobgoblin warlord. As long as we capture them, we can definitely find out where they are stationed!"

"Everyone, please believe me, please believe me!"

He begged for mercy with all his might. In front of him, Hawthorne nodded slightly. This was what he wanted: "Take us to your lair. Don't try to play tricks. Our

You can see my strength. Even if there are 300 goblins, I will kill them all!"

As he said that, he kicked the guy, urging him to act quickly. The two witches also came over at this time. The battlefield had been cleaned up. After all, there was really nothing valuable to pick up from these goblins.

Yimik didn't dare to delay. He got up from the ground in a hurry, then hunched over, abandoned the donkey cart, and hurried to lead the way.

……

Two hours later.

This is a typical cave where goblins live. Its height may be only about 1.7 or 1.8 meters, but it is very wide, enough to accommodate four or five goblins walking side by side at the same time.

The entrance of the cave is covered with weeds as a camouflage, and the cave becomes lower and lower as you go deeper into it.

The goblins, whose average height was just over one meter, could enter and exit easily. As for the three Hawthornes, it was still okay for the smallest Uta, but it was extremely difficult for him and Cuibis to stretch their bodies in a cave of this height.

Fortunately, he was not a rookie who would rush into a cave like this upon seeing it, then fall into the goblin trap or ambush, and then be captured by the goblins, and finally this and that...

"Cuibisi," he whispered, "put poison in it."

The witch nodded, walked forward, stretched out a hand, and silently chanted a spell. Then, streams of colorless poisonous gas rushed into the cave and then floated inside.

Poison gas spray, a very basic trick, was also what Cuibis used in the battle just now.

This trick is not very powerful, has a small range, and is inefficient - of course, compared to her other spells. For goblins, this thing is still deadly.

But its advantage is that it does not consume any energy and can diffuse with the air - although the concentration will decrease due to diffusion, they do not expect this spell to wipe out the enemy, but to force the goblins out through it.

They have plenty of time now, so they can use this trick to continuously create poison gas inside and force the goblins inside to come out and fight!

So now, all we have to do is wait patiently.

The sun was gradually setting in the west, and the air was a little chilly. Hawthorne put on his leather armor again, asked Yuta to sit down beside him, and he rested on her thighs to recover his magic power.

Yimik stood obediently by the side, not daring to move. Occasionally, he glanced at Jutta or Cuibisi and secretly swallowed his saliva, but if someone turned their eyes to him, the goblin would be frightened and his body would straighten up, not daring to move.

An hour passed by, the sun approached the horizon, and the mountain was already full of shadows. Hawthorne's mana was restored to full. He opened his eyes, looked towards the cave, and frowned slightly: "Why don't you come out?"