Zongman: Reincarnation in the Other World, but Goblin

Fortunately, this group of pig-headed monsters were just marching aimlessly without any specific attack route. They had now passed the goblin tribe of Lorraine and were attacking towards the north.

According to their route, they will head to the elf tribe in the north after destroying this big ghost village.

Lorraine couldn't help but secretly feel fortunate that he had conquered the elven tribe ahead of time and recruited all those elves under his command.

When Babel saw the vast army of pig-headed monsters, he couldn't help but gasp and the expression on his face became extremely solemn.

Even though the members of the elven tribe she led had resisted with all their might with their tenacious fighting will and a natural barrier dozens of meters high, facing such a huge enemy force, she still felt a sense of despair that was almost impossible to resist.

She nervously gripped the weapon in her hand, her eyes flashing with determination and worry.

She knew very well that the number of this army of pig-headed monsters was so large that their corpses could almost be piled up on the city walls. Once they really launched an offensive, her tribe would probably not be able to hold out until dawn.

In Babel's eyes, the densely packed and seemingly endless enemy forces seemed like an unavoidable disaster.

This made her feel even more heavy-hearted. She knew that once the attack waves of these savage pig-headed monsters began to surge towards the city walls, her beloved tribe and all her tribesmen would face an unprecedented crisis.

Thinking of this, Babel felt a surge of gratitude towards Lorraine, and even had an urge to give birth to a child for him right there.

After all, as the mother of a group, the continuation of the tribe has long been higher than her personal dignity, much higher.

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On the other side, there is the gate of the ghost tribe at the foot of the mountain.

"Raphael, you bastard actually ran away with the human soldiers! We agreed to form an alliance to resist the pig-headed monster army!"

The red-haired leader of the demon tribe was furious as he saw the endless stream of pig-headed monsters attacking his city walls. He stood on the highest wall of the village, cursing and commanding the battle decisively.

Although he was extremely angry and condemned the traitors who led the human soldiers to escape, he still stayed at his post and vowed to protect the hundreds of ghost compatriots in the village.

"Attack! Attack now!"

His voice was strong and powerful, echoing in the air amidst the fierce battle.

Faced with the monsters densely packed like the sea before him, he knew that no complicated tactics or strategies were needed at the moment. All he had to do was to use crazy attacks to reduce the number of enemies.

Following his order, the air was immediately filled with fierce explosions and sharp whistles.

"Boom boom boom~~!"

Various magic bullets drew brilliant trajectories in the sky and fell into the group of pig-headed monsters, stirring up green blood mist and broken limbs. The scene was bloody and spectacular.

At the same time, sharp arrows flew like raindrops, and the sound of "swoosh, swoosh, swoosh~~" was endless.

These arrows shot accurately into the charging group of pig-headed monsters. Although many arrows hit them into a bloody mess, strangely, only a very few ordinary pig-headed monsters actually fell down.

Those evolved pig-headed monsters seemed indestructible. Even after being hit by arrows continuously, they were only forced to take a few steps back and still rushed forward with a roar.

In this seemingly unequal battle, the bravery of the ghost warriors showed their indomitable spirit. Even in the face of such a powerful enemy, they still chose to fight to the end.

Blazing fire bombs and freezing ice bombs continued to explode on the battlefield, leaving the surrounding land in ruins.

Whenever these powerful magic shells hit the ground, they would stir up a cloud of dust and sparks, but as long as they did not directly hit the pig-headed monsters, they would continue on their way as if they felt nothing.

The battle became more and more intense. The ghost warriors fought bravely on the battlefield with their tenacious will and brave heart. However, the army of pig-headed monsters continued to advance step by step and advanced towards the city wall in a mighty manner.

"We must act quickly! Let our fellow ghosts retreat!"

There was urgency and anxiety in the voice of the red-haired demon leader. His face was as pale as paper, and he gave orders to his subordinates anxiously.

"Go to the back door immediately and clear the way for our fellow ghosts!"

The soldiers who responded to the order acted quickly and rushed away. Their movements were swift and decisive.

At this moment, the entire village collapsed incredibly quickly like a paper fortress under this sudden attack.

The attack power and huge numbers of the pig-headed monsters completely exceeded everyone's expectations, demonstrating their terrifying combat power and organizational capabilities.

The scene was filled with tension and despair. Every ghost warrior had a flame of unwillingness to give up in their eyes, and the pig-headed monsters were a black tide that kept pouring in, constantly eroding the last line of defense...

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Chapter 92: The Ghost Clan Leader's Tragic Death

At the moment when the atmosphere was extremely tense, an almost unbelievable huge figure suddenly rushed out from the pig-headed monster's army.

This giant pig-headed monster is three meters tall, its body covered with thick green scales. Its two scarlet eyes flash with ferocious light, filled with endless murderous intent and tyranny.

Every step this monster took seemed to cause a vibration, and the ground seemed to tremble slightly under its weight.

It let out a deafening roar, with a heart-pounding wild power in its sound, and then leaped directly onto the city gate with amazing strength and speed.

Those machine gunners who were slower to react were hit by this terrifying creature's punch before they could escape. They were instantly blown away and their lives ended instantly.

The warriors on the battlefield hastily launched an attack on this huge enemy, shooting dense arrows at it like a rainstorm, hoping to stop the wreaking havoc of this behemoth.

However, to this three-meter-tall giant pig-headed monster, ordinary arrows seemed to be just a slight tickle.

It glanced around indifferently, and with a wave of its huge pig's hoof, several ghost warriors were blown away like kites with broken strings, blood splattered everywhere, and miserable arcs were drawn in the air.

This battle showed true despair and chaos. Every attack of the giant pig-headed monster brought irreparable losses, and every warrior's heart was filled with fear and powerlessness.

In this battle against the forces of nature, every second is full of uncertainty and crisis.

With its astonishing strength, the giant pig-headed monster displayed almost mythical terrifying abilities.

Every movement it makes shakes the surrounding earth like an earthquake.

Its muscles are so huge that they seem to be made of steel. Just the way it stands is enough to make any enemy feel an unprecedented threat.

When this huge monster swung a punch, a tall arrow tower collapsed with a loud bang as if it was made of paper.

The roars it continuously emitted echoed on the battlefield like thunder. This was not just a roar, but more like a declaration of its invincible existence.

In the face of such a powerful creature, the already precarious defense line became even more fragile, like a candle in the wind.

The red-haired ghost leader's voice was filled with urgency and determination. He brandished his weapon and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Quick, we must knock it down!"

He knew very well that if he could not quickly subdue the giant pig-headed monster, the entire line of defense would cease to exist.

Following his order, a group of brave ghost warriors rushed towards the ferocious beast without hesitation.

However, at this critical moment, a dazzling green light suddenly burst out from the giant pig-headed monster's body, and its muscles swelled again, as if stimulated by some mysterious force. Its skill "Frenzy" was activated, and its strength and speed increased to the limit.

This terrifying increase almost turned it into a machine of destruction.

Although the ghost warriors showed admirable bravery and spirit of sacrifice, they were almost powerless in the face of such absolute power.

One after another, the brave soldiers fell under the fierce attack of the giant pig-headed monster, and their lives were ruthlessly taken away in an instant.

Ordinary attacks are like slight tickles to it, sliding through its thick skin almost without leaving a trace.

As the giant pig-headed monster rampaged, the originally precarious defense line finally collapsed.

The entire battlefield turned into a crazy torrent of war, and countless pig-headed monsters surged onto the city walls like a tide.

The red-haired ghost leader stood on a high place, his face as pale as paper, watching helplessly the disaster unfolding before his eyes.

His heart was filled with grief and powerlessness, knowing that all his efforts had been in vain.

"it's all over……"

He whispered pessimistically, looking at the enemies swarming in, he knew it was only a matter of time before the city fell.

Next to him, a loyal personal guard anxiously suggested: "Chief, we should retreat now."

"Retreat? Retreating now would be like abandoning our people!"

The red-haired ghost leader retorted angrily, his eyes flashing with determination and despair.

He turned to look at the villagers who were fleeing in panic, and then issued a final order: "Tell all soldiers not to retreat! We must hold out here to the end and buy precious evacuation time for the people of our village!"

"As ordered!"

The personal guard's voice was full of respect and determination. He turned around quickly and led a team of soldiers to the most dangerous front line.

In order to stop the enemy, some soldiers even detonated the explosives on their bodies and died together with the pig-headed monster.

This heroic sacrifice briefly stabilized the front line, but this stability was obviously temporary.

The red-haired ghost leader took a deep breath, put on his helmet resolutely, picked up a machete, and began to launch a fierce attack on the pig-headed monster that was rushing up.

In this desperate resistance, he is the leader of the ghost village. If the city is broken, he vows to die with the city.

On the city wall, those brave soldiers fought bravely until the last moment to protect innocent people.

Their sacrifice, though tragic, gave countless fellow ghosts a chance to escape disaster.

Lorraine witnessed all this, and a wave of sadness rose in his heart. He immediately issued an emergency evacuation order to Gobmao: "Set off immediately and return to our tribe. We must evacuate this hell quickly!"

"Yes, boss!"

There was a hint of determination in Gobmao's voice, and then he began to command the well-repaired goblin tribe to form a battle formation. The footsteps of the phalanx roared, and they sped away like a wild horse.

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At this time, the defense line at the city gate had completely collapsed.

The red-haired ghost leader put down the machete in his hand, and faced the remaining comrades with a bitter smile: "It seems that this is our end."

The personal guard next to him had tears in his eyes and choked up: "Yes, we died on the battlefield, fighting bravely until the last moment. Although we are unwilling to accept this, it is a pity that we failed to protect all the people."

As the atmosphere became silent, the red-haired ghost leader softly suggested: "Since our fate has been determined, why don't we sing a song together at this final moment and welcome our fate with our singing."

The personal guard asked with a trembling voice: "Chief, what song should we sing?"

The voice of the red-haired ghost leader sounded particularly hoarse and tragic amid the clamor of the battlefield. He tried to remain calm, but could not hide the despair in his eyes.

"What else can we sing? Sing our tribe's war song!"

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Chapter 93 All or Nothing

He smiled bitterly, with endless sorrow in his voice: "I'll go first, everyone follow."

The personal guard and several other surviving soldiers huddled together, and at this moment they had forgotten the differences in their positions and the boundaries of their responsibilities.

Everyone had a firm and sad smile on their face, and they could almost hear each other's heartbeats, resonating in their impending fate.

The voices were deep and loud, starting with just a few people, but soon they gathered into a powerful chorus:

"The sky is dead, Huang Tian must stand!"

"If you are at the age of sixty, the world will be blessed!"

The soldiers' voices echoed in the air, and every word sounded like a cry of complaint.

"Defy fate and bring glory to the clan!"

As the passionate singing continued, endless echoes reverberated between the valleys, as if every stone and every speck of dust were listening to their vows.

"Swing the sword to cut off the sky, the ghost clan will live forever."

Tears welled up in the eyes of the red-haired ghost leader. He gripped the weapon tightly in his hand and sang the final chapter of his life with his comrades around him.

Amid the heroic tribal songs, the figures of the soldiers gradually blurred, but their courage and sacrifice left an indelible mark in Lorraine's heart.

Their heroism is to protect the future, and they die with honor.

As a deafening explosion sounded, the ghost leader decisively detonated the magic explosives hidden on his body, sending himself and a group of violently rushing pig-headed monsters to death.

The fierce light and exploding fireballs drew an astonishing trajectory on the battlefield, and countless pig-headed monsters turned to ashes in an instant.

Lorraine witnessed this scene from a distance, and couldn't help but feel a strong sense of respect and sadness in his heart.

He was deeply moved by the heroism of these ghost soldiers, who chose to sacrifice themselves without hesitation in order to protect their people.

At this moment, Lorraine silently swore in his heart that if he had the opportunity in the future, he would do his best to help the families of these ghost soldiers who died heroically. Whether it was taking care of their daughters, wives or sisters, Lorraine would spare no effort.

This kind of emotion and admiration became an everlasting flame in his heart and the driving force that pushed him forward.

But just as Lorraine was swearing in his heart, a voice suddenly came from behind the square.

Looking back, they saw that a small group of pig-headed monsters had separated from the army of pig-headed monsters and rushed towards Lorraine's team.

As hundreds of pig-headed monsters chased them eagerly, they did not slow down their pace and seemed to enjoy the frenetic pursuit to the fullest.

Although this group of pig-headed monsters was outnumbered by the main army, each one displayed amazing speed and ferocity, as if they could smell the blood on the goblins.

These pig-headed monsters seemed to be attracted by the smell of the goblins. Each of them ran very fast and was about to catch up with the slowly moving phalanx in a short time.