Chapter 373, Scarlet Blessing, Bloody Storm
Every intelligent creature, when there are enough in number, may have some extremely special individuals, an individual that is born unique.
They are amazingly talented, they can write history, and they are also the most desperate.
Lao Yanggu, an old Goblin elder, a smart guy who doesn’t look like a Goblin.
In his life, ever since he first witnessed the rat farmer harvesting goblins, he has no happiness and can no longer run wildly on the grassland like an ordinary goblin. Yell loudly.
He wanted to change something.
But until he is old, nothing has changed for him.
Until now, there was a chance.
On the vast grassland, the Goblin who was pushed onto the high platform was roaring loudly. In the distance, a small rat-man army appeared at the end of the field of vision. It was not large in size. Compared to them Generally speaking, this group of rat people is really pitiful.
Old Sheep Bone doesn't want much now. He can even tolerate the rat men taking away all the old goblins on a regular basis, but he can never accept such unscrupulous bullying.
Of course, there's not much he can do.
Can do this now.
It relies on long-term observation of the rat people and uses the rat people's own rules.
What is used is the intimidation of the rat farmers towards other rat people and their mutual vigilance.
It is not easy to achieve this step.
It's a pity that this old Goblin wants more. He wants to kill as many ratmen as possible and then force the ratmen to negotiate or compromise with him.
Just like they did before, after determining the number of ratmen in the distance, this group of goblins decided to take the initiative to attack.
With the roar, the Goblins began to run wildly, densely packed, carrying various things in their hands, including wooden sticks, stones, bone clubs, rat-man spears, and some old demonic weapons. Can use firearms and all kinds of messy things.
A large part of it was snatched from the hands of the rat farmers who were swallowed up. These unlucky guys were really beaten by their own grazing livestock.
It’s just that even if the goblins robbed these old magic firearms, they didn’t know how to use them and had no way to use them. Magic weapons are a systematic thing. For example, when those After the bones dug out from the dark abyss are used up, these magic firearms are no different from an ordinary iron rod, and are even less smooth than ordinary iron rods.
The current war mode of these guys is exactly the same as that of the rat people in the wilderness era.
Gathered together, they were a sea of black people, running towards the enemy. It was a pity that the rat people were no longer the rat people in the barbaric era.
Times have changed.
The rat people at the end of the field of vision were scattered into a long and narrow formation on the vast grassland here. The front row squatted down, raised the spears in their hands, and amid the waving flags , began a salvo.
Round after round of green beams of light splashed from the distance, like raindrops, and the charging Goblins continued to fall.
This scene appeared again and again on the battle front with humans and ratmen three years ago. Now, it is finally the goblin's turn to experience such a scene.
These goblins are better than the ratmen in the barbaric era. When gathered in large enough numbers, their morale is much higher than that of the ratmen.
No matter how fast you rush, you will only die faster.
Small magic cannons were pushed onto the battlefield one after another, and various iron fragments and steel pillars were poured into the barrels. After the goblins got closer, these The magic energy cannon was uniformly activated, and a large number of broken iron fragments spurted out from the head-thick barrel, wrapped in a mixture of soul power and mottled elemental power.
These are shotguns, the effect is first-class. Even if the guy who is hit is wearing enchanted armor, he can be easily beaten into a sieve, not to mention these goblins who have no protection at all. Closer to home, some were directly beaten into a ball of blood mist.
These tall rat people began to remove these shotguns.
These are valuable things and cannot be damaged easily.
The situation is very bad, the morale of the goblins on the front line has reached its limit.
Lao Yanggu was very anxious, but there was nothing he could do about this situation.
But it seemed that God was providing favor. The ratmen stopped shooting, their precarious morale stabilized, and they were almost rushing to the group of ratmen.
If you can win, you will definitely win.
Uncontrollable ecstasy appeared on Old Sheep Bone’s face.
Just, is this really the case?
On the other side, in the rat-man army, Heimao faced the Goblins who were about to rush over. Facing the large group of Goblins, there was no expression on his face. change.
Just yelled in a normal way.
"Kill them!"
The Storm Rats took off the shields behind them. In fact, the magic firearms in their hands had not yet misfired. They were just taking them out to test the quality. Their The new commander seemed unfamiliar with magic weapons.
As the elite warriors in the Skaven Empire, the first type of professional warrior, all Storm Rats will be warriors, professional warriors. They are very well-educated and have the widest range of equipment choices. A true all-rounder.
Just like now.
The tower shields were taken off the backs of these Storm Rats one after another. The spears were held in their hands and dropped, just nesting in the spear holes reserved on the tower shields. At extremely fast speeds, A whole new formation emerged.
Like an arrow, the sharp direction was pointed towards the surging goblins.
The emergence of magic resistance structures has allowed the concept of shields and defensive formations to appear on the battlefield again, and Storm Rats are the most suitable for this concept.
Not long ago, these guys were still on the northern coast of humanity, rushing forward in a standard phalanx form against the magic energy beam on the battlefield.
Hold these specially processed defensive shields high, these guys can even survive human elemental chaos cannons, as long as they are not in the central area.
Of course, all this comes at a price. The cost of this kind of magic resistance shield is simply astonishingly high, and often after one or two battles, the magic resistance effect will decrease due to structural damage.
If you want to form such an army, you must not only invest a large amount of blood mushrooms at one time to purchase equipment, but also prepare a logistics group that can repair these magic resistance equipment, or cooperate with those vampire-like industrial areas Sign a long-term maintenance contract.
Using something like this to beat Goblins is simply a waste. It would take a thousand Goblins to even cover the cost of maintaining a magic-resistant tower shield. Ten thousand One goblin is enough to purchase a magic-resistant tower shield.
This is actually burning blood mushrooms!
Of course, these are not things Heimao needs to consider. He is currently taking advantage of the big players.
No matter how much the cost is, this is a question that the rat lords want to think about, not something that Heimao needs to consider.
The endless goblins screamed and bumped into each other. These short and ugly things waved the ridiculous things in their hands, pretending to be intimidating. It's just that it's too weak.
Too weak, a weak guy is nothing!
A killing began. With pairs of scarlet eyes, these Storm Rats hid behind tall tower shields, grinning wantonly and sharply. For them, killing Goblins was a big deal. , it’s just a game.
A game with no difficulty.
The sharp spear thrust out from behind the tower shield and penetrated each body. When it was withdrawn, scarlet blood spurted out. The large shields in the hands of the Storm Rats were dyed red, and their faces were also dyed red.
The smell of blood made them more and more excited and fanatical, with harsh laughter, low murmurs, and suddenly, crazy shouts.
Wantful killing, wanton ridicule of the enemy, mixed with pious singing to the great gods, these contradictory things all appeared in these guys at this moment.
"Weak trash, humble slaves, long live the great god! You idiots, all you will receive is death, death! Death! Death! Everything is for the great god!"
In the madness, some faint scarlet aura gathered in the hands of each executioner.
Running like a storm is not the limit of these guys. Du Yuan's gift exists in every rat man's body. Killing will bring about transformation, and the howling storm will also be stained with blood.
The scarlet blessing will make all powerful rat warriors embark on the path of slaughter.
The scarlet eyes that cannot be erased in battle will one day become the nightmare of all intelligent life.
Storm Rat and Blackfur, who gradually went berserk in the killing, set off a massacre, this so-called uprising, a Goblin hero planned a lifetime of turmoil, this so-called Goblin Kingdom.
All these things have become a joke at this moment.
Killed alive, killed until collapse, killed until falling apart in fear.
The battle lasted all day.
The grassland was filled with goblin corpses, and the scarlet grassland became more vivid with the water of blood.
The old Goblin wise man, the Goblin hero.
Standing blankly in the pile of corpses, looking at everything around him at a loss, he may not understand why, why there are so many goblins in his body, all of which are storm rats in black-haired hands. Twenty times, thirty times, forty times, with so many goblins, they still lost.
All is lost.
The ratman general holding the sword in one hand was covered in blood, covered in the blood of goblins. The sword in his hand was full of gaps, but he was still standing. He walked slowly on this chaotic battlefield, and the sword in his hand fell on any goblin who made a faint sound.
This old Goblin has a good reputation. Those Goblin boys, the Goblin boys who climbed up from the battlefield, actually wanted to take him away.
But this was not a wise move. The gathering of goblins attracted the attention of the black-haired mouse.
The scarlet eyes passed through the goblin boys and landed on the old sheep bone.
Without much effort, the Goblin boys around him fell one by one in the hands of the dwarf mouse-human general. The Storm Rats, who had finished their killing on the battlefield, approached their leader.
One by one, bloody rat-men appeared in front of Old Sheep Bone.
Unspeakable fear appeared in Lao Yanggu's heart. He seemed to have faced such a scene a long, long time ago.
On that harvest day of unknown year.
All the goblins around him were captured, and those who dared to resist were killed on the spot. There were several corpses scattered on the grassland, and he was also lifted high by a rat man.
That day, he was compared repeatedly in front of a stick.
It was not until later that he gradually understood that the stick was a yardstick for the rat people to judge whether the goblins were worth harvesting.
He is just a little bit behind. If he is just a little bit behind, he is qualified.
He was let go that day, but the deep fear and resentment towards the Rat Man was also planted.
Clenched his teeth tightly and raised the bone stick in his hand high. This shiny bone stick came from an old goat wandering on the grassland.
But before he could swing the stick in his hand, the big sword fell down, and the mottled big sword cut off his head decisively.
Blood spurted out and his head rolled to the ground.
What Heimao didn't know was that he had achieved a rare achievement, killing a hero.
Of course, you may still be dismissive after knowing it. After all, he is just a Goblin hero.
The battle is over, the commotion caused by the goblins has finally been calmed down, and the harvest can be carried out normally.
In this battle, Heimao lost some Storm Rats in his hand, a not-so-large number, two thousand. In the future, he only needs to find those rat lords, and he can make up for it in one go. This is not a very bad deal. .
After all, the surviving storm rats have become stronger.
As for the number of dead goblins, it is difficult to calculate, one million, two million, I don’t know how many died, and Heimao has no interest in this.
Just abandon these goblins here randomly.
I didn’t even have any interest in holding a sacrifice. I left in a hurry after everything was over.
Heimao has no intention of publicizing this victory for himself. He doesn't want to get a title like Goblin Slayer or Goblin Destroyer for nothing.
This is not an honor, but a shame.
Soon after, the battlefield returned to silence. No one cared about the goblin corpses covering the entire grassland, except for some goblins who returned.
These noisy guys felt a little sad about the bodies of their companions, but the sadness did not last long.
Soon, their attention was attracted by the things left on the battlefield.
All kinds of messy things were their treasures. The noisy sounds echoed on the grassland again. On the pile of corpses, the goblins were snatching all kinds of strange things.
A group of noisy guys who are as tenacious as weeds and have a very big heart.
(End of this chapter)