"Note that the group of goblins in front cannot be let go." Hairoul said in a low voice: "Camilla, it's best for you to ride and shoot. You will start summoning your mount at the beginning of the battle, and you will leave it to you!"

"I understand!" The tall female knight was excited, and the freckles on her face shimmered slightly. She put the holy emblem to her mouth and kissed her, muttering words to start praying.

"Hey, I have an idea, should I lead the mule by the side, pretending to be panic and being discovered by them, and attracting the goblins out?" Zhao Mai said in a low voice.

Butcher slapped his head behind him and said, "Shut up, you're a bad idea. After the goblins separated, they would panic when they saw ambush, and they would run away if they didn't have a numerical advantage. As a result, they would have to work hard to catch them. It would be better to save some effort while they gathered together!"

Heroul nodded and agreed: "Yes, these goblins are not difficult to deal with. Just be optimistic about our supplies. Sisters, charge!"

As soon as the paladins finished speaking, they rushed forward. They shouted the holy name of Iomede, and the holy light blessed them, weapons and on the way forward. The sword of glory shone with an exciting light, leading them over the low wall, avoiding the spikes, and piercing them into the heart of the enemy.

The goblins panicked, and they quickly picked up the things at hand to resist. Some were lucky enough to find weapons, and they became the first targets to be attacked; some were unlucky, and only found kitchen utensils, tableware or other tools, and they became the first group to die.

The five paladins were like opening fingers inserted into the sand pile, scattering the small camp where the goblins were cut, and then they gathered into clenched fists, attacking the leader of the group of goblins. The big-eared goblin, who was strong due to obesity, was wearing explosive chain armor, waving maces to gather his subordinates, ready to start a counterattack.

"Don't kill the leader first, leave it for the end. Clean up the little soldiers so that they won't run away after the leader dies."

"Yes, captain!" A paladin wielding a long sword responded: "Anyway, this fat man can't escape, so don't be so anxious, right?"

"Attack, sisters!" Hairoul used just the right force to hold the goblin's scimitar, then twisted his waist and inserted the sword accurately through the gap in its helmet, piercing the brain from the bridge of his nose. Her movements seemed graceful and capable, which made Zhao Mai feel relaxed and happy.

"I have to admit that these chicks have some skills." Butcher commented on the side, touching the messy black stubble on his chin.

"Why don't you go up?" Zhao Mai asked with some surprise.

"You didn't hear her call her sisters doing whatever they do. I'm wearing sticks, why are you going up?"

"A group of women are fighting in front, and we two men are foolish in the back. Isn't it even more embarrassing?"

"Do you want me to help your girl? Are you successful? What's the matter with delaying? Don't you think about the audience's feelings?" Butcher grinned with a grim smile - it seems that he has been peeping a lot.

"Don't talk about women first." Zhao Mai pointed to the direction of the camp: "Those are goblins, and they can be used to be the ground, and chickens respond to the spirit." (Author: Please understand the spirit)

Butcher gritted his teeth and thought for a while, then stomped his feet hard, roared in a low voice, "fxxk goblin!", and rushed forward.

Zhao Mai wandered outside the battlefield with his arms in his arms. He was not aware of the ground, so he could concentrate on observing the way everyone fights and not miss any opportunity to learn. Although everyone has their own style, the ultimate goal is to solve the enemy in front of him as quickly as possible and efficiently as possible.

Butcher will also use a variety of combat skills, blocking, parrying, and attacking with the flow, just like a textbook. Paladins will also use messy tricks. Heroul will use sand with his feet, and will also use iron boots to pedal their toes, not to mention a dagger hidden in his left hand.

Well, I don’t know if this is the battle method allowed by Iomede’s Paladin. Anyway, Zhao Mai can only be sure that the goblins will never allow the Paladin to use this tactic. They all contributed their lives to accuse the enemy of their despicableness.

The tall paladin Camilla rode on the war horse, holding a rifle hanging on the victory hook, and galloped around the camp majestic. The goblins chose the camp in a relatively dry place in the swamp, which was suitable for cavalrymen to gallop. Two guys who wanted to escape were pierced by rifles one after another, and their bodies fell to the ground like broken dolls. Only when they really couldn't catch up, would she choose to raid and shoot. After all, in the swamp, qualified arrows were difficult to replenish.

Just when Zhao Mai was bored, the reserved grain suddenly started to scream and summoned his master to go with him. He held the giant beast in his hand, and each person and a dog found a secret exit in a ball of thatch outside the camp. When Zhao Mai pushed away the grass, half of the goblin was exposed.

The goblin supported the ground with his hands and was trying to climb out. One of his eyes was blind, and white turbid crystals covered the eyeballs. The other one reflected all of the fear, and the "tites" of the megaloman that were constantly magnifying.

Zhao Mai pierced the goblin's neck with a shot, exerted force on his arm, and stroked the side, instantly ending the goblin's life. The one-eyed goblin used his last breath in his life to reach out and grab Zhao Mai's ankle, and then he died.

"Hey, there is no blood on your fingers. Do you still want to write a miserable word on my leg gauntlet?" Zhao Mai was about to kick off the goblin's hand, but heard other movements.

His body blocked the tunnel entrance, and curses kept coming from the tunnel, and there must be more enemies below. Zhao Mai looked at the entrance and exit, and there could only be one person entering and leaving at a time, and no one knew what was going on below.

When he was a child, he had a phobia for all kinds of deep and narrow places, fearing that a small hole would suddenly appear in some place and a red tassel gun would stab him. Even if the goblins do not have the wisdom of the general public, Zhao Mai knew that he would definitely be besieged when he went there. Assuming that five knives would not only slash two pairs, it would be impossible to die in that situation.

"It's a pity that you met me. If a few others came over, it would probably take some effort." Zhao Mai took off a grenade from his back, and many pieces of broken iron hidden in the meticulously crafted interlayer. The dwarf burned runes not only as a fuse, but also increased their power. When used, they only need to uncover the seal, and the runes will begin to gather energy until they generate enough heat to detonate the alchemy potion contained in it.

He spread the goblin's fingers, stuffed a grenade like this, and then uncovered the seal. Zhao Mai kicked the goblin through the hole with both feet, and then heard the sound of the goblins colliding into a ball.

He hurriedly held the reserved grain and hid away from the entrance of the cave, and then had time to cover his ears.

"boom"

A fire light came from under the cover of the secret passage, followed by thick smoke. Zhao Mai used his spear to lift the lid and hid carefully aside. If any goblin dared to show his head, he would definitely be shot by him.

He was not sure how much victory a grenade could receive, and he did not dare to take risks easily, so he had to compete with patience here.
Chapter completed!