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Unlike the super development that shocked the audience, the team of men who were previously sent to the arsenal completed the task in a normal manner. They used trucks to pull back a full vehicle of weapons. Perhaps it took a lot of time to carry the weapons, or it was delayed for a while on the road, and the time they returned was slightly longer than what Taran expected.

But this is not a big deal. This team came back at least before the Goblin attack, and there were no casualties. It was a great help to the current situation. However, the soldiers' faces were not very good. Along the way, they had encountered two scattered Goblin teams. The unscrupulous looting of this monster in the town was incredible. However, with the strange orders of the county magistrate, the soldiers finally figured it out-of-think - Feront County had been captured by the Goblin army!

Although they couldn't figure out how to do it, one thing was very obvious. The county magistrate was obviously going to confront these goblins head-on.

Of course, if it was just one-on-one, these soldiers would never be afraid of goblins. Not to mention how powerful each soldier was, it would be absolutely fine to kill three or five goblins by one person. But the key to the problem is that their city guards, who act as supervisors, only have more than 200 people to die. With those mercenaries, it would be a barely 5 or 600. But how many goblins are there as their opponents?

If they hadn't been slipping fast at that time and evacuated before the goblin sent a signal for help, their team might not have come back. When they thought of the green tide gushing out of the streets and alleys, the captain Ji Rangte, who led the group of soldiers to complete this mission, couldn't help but feel his scalp tingling.

Compared to this incident, the turrets and moats they saw that they had no before were surprising, but they were not as shocking as they had just escaped under the encirclement of the Goblin army.

Jirent's mind was messy. But his excellent military qualities allowed him to suppress the urge to question the county magistrate in such a high-pressure environment. He had no doubt that the county magistrate was an insider, or that his superior Talan was one of them, but the military's duty was not to question, but to obey orders.

"Good job." Lance praised casually. Although his eyes were looking at the weapons and armor brought in front of him, he actually praised the elite soldiers selected by Taran.

Naturally, Lance would not naively think that these guys were so lucky that they didn't run into the goblins. In fact, the mercenaries who went out to patrol later than them and were closer to the area here all ran back and shouted loudly: "No, no, no, Lord County, there is actually a goblin in the city!" - Lance asked Taran to chop off the guy who was shouting loudest and very panickedly on the spot.

Lance didn't explain, and only said one sentence from beginning to end: "Give you a weapon. Isn't you going to run back and talk nonsense to me!"

Sure enough, with the lessons learned from the past, the mercenaries collectively silenced, but they were asked to leave here and patrol. They were not willing to be beaten to death, and Lance didn't care. They stayed if they wanted to stay but couldn't be idle. He ordered everyone present to step up their actions and ordered the mercenaries not to talk much. With this free time, it would be better to think more about the next way to save their lives.

Lance was waiting. At this moment, the large number of bows, weapons and armor brought back by Jirent was considered the last piece of the puzzle in Lance's strategy - he had already done everything he could do, and what would happen next depends on God's will.

He also made a quick decision: "Taran, let them light the beacon, and if these weapons are sent, try to hand over the bow and arrow to the head of the head, go up to the city tower, and the infantry are on standby under the city wall, and you will be commanded."

"yes."

The orders were issued layer by layer, and soon, the dazzling fire pierced the darkness, and the golden flames licked the sky, driving away the curse about eternal darkness over Feronte County.

The original lighting lamp was inconspicuous at this time. The flames that soared into the sky brought not only light and heat, but also the coveted sight of the evil creatures hiding deep in the darkness. They stopped chasing the screamers and turned their heads to look at the burning place without any reservation.

When the first goblin was exposed to the blurry area where darkness and light were not clear, Lance had already stood on the high city. Beside him was Fiona and the guard with a weak sense of presence. In a far away, a row of neatly-shaped archers stood with bows, waiting for the orders of the county magistrate.

As for the bottom of the city wall, it was Xixi who shouted that the Goblin invasion could never be concealed. It was rare to spread until now. As for what these civilians planned to do after they knew it, Lance no longer cared about it. He wanted to leave some seeds for the post-war Feront County. After all, most of the people here were young and middle-aged, and they were precious productivity. But if they were unwilling to appreciate it, Lance would not mind making them human sandbags blocking the Goblin's attack.

Lance looked at the goblin that was carefully tentatively tempted in the dark border in the distance. Lance had good eyesight, but he did not rush to give orders. He just looked at it calmly, watching it emerge from the darkness, and rushed back at a speed that was too lightning to cover his ears.

Lance turned his head and glanced at the nameless guard beside him. Compared with Lance's old men, the young man was too reserved and had no sense of existence, but at this moment Lance called his name very clearly: "Parker."

Parker didn't know why the county magistrate knew his name. Obviously he didn't understand that Lance had mastered the information by reading his character panel. However, Lance's greeting surprised him, the little transparent man who was so good at the whole process: "Mr. County magistrate, what can I do to serve?"

"Don't be nervous," Lance put away the cold expression on his face, smiled and patted Parker on the shoulder. He reached out and pointed in the distance: "Did you see that?"

Lance pointed to the goblin exposed to his sight.

"See it." Parker replied.

Arrow is Parker's expertise, so obvious target. Naturally, it is impossible to turn a blind eye. He just doesn't understand what Lance asked him about.

But the next second Parker understood it in seconds, because Lance handed over a bow: "Come on."

No matter what the county magistrate was considering, Parker took the bow and arrow from him. In fact, no one knew that both swordsmanship and martial arts were just Parker on the level, but he had a pair of natural eagle eyes. He was very talented in archery, but there was no rank of archer in the military system of the abyss. He was like an Eye Demon, Medusa, Lich, and a Lich who took one out to make a heavy firepower turret, so Parker was a bit useless in his hard practice.

But when he touched the bow and arrow, his eyes immediately changed. He no longer panic, his eyes became a little sharp and cold. Lance locked his prey along his sight. The next second, the sound of the shaking of the bow strings came in his ears.

The arrow shot into the position between the Goblin's eyebrows hundreds of meters away from the city wall.

"I've won!" Parker was also excited. He thought that he had been embarrassed in front of the county magistrate, and finally showed it once. Just when he was thinking about whether he would be praised by the county magistrate, he turned around and found that Lance's eyes were staring at the dead Goblin corpse that ended motionless.

What is the county magistrate looking at?

Parker was very curious about what was good about the dead Goblin. Did he actually not shoot? He turned back to his sight in a panic. It would be fine if he didn't look at it. When he saw it, his pupils couldn't help but shrink sharply.

The originally symmetrical division between darkness and light suddenly tilted. It overflowed like foaming or proliferation, and the black wave surged. A rolling had already submerged the lonely display of the corpse on the dividing line. Parker opened and closed his eyes. When he looked again, there was no black wave, which was clearly dragging the dark tail and the goblin army that kept gushing out from the west!

Lance, who had not taken action, suddenly raised his hand at this moment, as if the archers who were corresponding to his actions, opened their bows and arrows and aimed at the target.

"put!"

Swallow-

A sharp sound of breaking through the air, and a neat rain of arrows shot out. The archers selected by Taran were of good quality. Each sharp arrow could kill a goblin. Unfortunately, the number of people was too small. The sharp arrows shot out by these dozens of heads only cut off the surface of the green tide. The monsters who were standing with blood on their eyes had already stepped over the corpses in front of them and continued to charge forward.

Parker felt incredible.

It was not because of the opponent's earth-shaking reputation, but because of the fearless goblin warriors in front of him who completely subverted his inner impression of the Goblin race. In his impression, these low-level creatures were all timid bandits, rather than such images of being unafraid of charging towards death. The most terrible thing was that when a moat appeared in front of them, the goblins jumped down. No one had ever heard of Goblins as water. They leaped like this, which was equivalent to using their own corpses to fill the way forward.

It was like the gravel piled up on the shore of the lake, which was poured into the bottom of the lake at once. At first, it might not cause a wave to sink to the bottom of the lake, but when there were more quantities, the effect would be different.

There was a steady stream of corpses piled up at the bottom of the river, and the water level line was already full.

Compared to Lance on the city wall, Taran and the others were watching it more clearly. Even if they were as calm as Taran, they suddenly felt their scalp numb. You must know that even demons in the abyss cannot abandon their fear of death. It is an instinct imprinted deep in the soul, but in front of them is a group of monsters who abandon fear. In this way, the two sides have not yet had a formal fight. The group of dwarfs, who are obviously only about 1.3 meters tall, suddenly demonized and rushed towards the city wall with their teeth and claws.

In this panic, there was only one person still not in chaos.

Lance stood above the wall and raised his hand again.

On the contrary, the group of archers were shocked by such a magnificent scene that they were half a beat slower in their movements.

This naturally fell into Lance's eyes, but he did not hold anyone responsible. In fact, at this moment when every manpower is extremely precious, even if he fills people into the torrent of war in front of him, he will act as a flesh shield to block the opponent's advance. Lance will not kill people because of his own anger. He just said: "I sigh at the strength of his opponent on the battlefield. He cannot reap the mercy of the enemy. He will only lead you to the grave faster - come again!"

This time, there was another neat rain of arrows in unison.

But the effect is almost the same as the previous wave. This attack is dropping the bucket, and it is even worse than the number of casualties caused by the opponent's own jumping into the river - the enemy in front of him is endless.

How can such an enemy deal with it?

Although most people don’t know how this moat appears in front of them, under the continuous foundation of the other party’s corpse, a layer of shadow has accumulated under the river surface that was originally invisible.

Before everyone could come up with something, Lance raised his hand again: "Prepare."

This time it was not just the group of archers with dull expressions, but even Parker, who was next to Lance, had to admire the county governor's nerves. Does he know the current situation? It's not the time to shoot one or two arrows here. Once the goblins crossed the moat, it would be a disaster for them.

Although there are quite a few people stationed below, how many people can really fight? There are hundreds of people at the most, and the remaining civilians who don’t even have a decent weapon. How can they compete with such opponents who spare no effort and are not afraid of death?

Parker felt that as the county magistrate's guard, he had the obligation to remind Lance, but he didn't expect that Lance took the initiative to shout his name: "Pack."

"Yes, the county magistrate." The young guard straightened his back and waited for the county magistrate's order.

But Lance's voice was still understated, and he couldn't feel that everyone was in danger when the building was about to collapse: "Your archery skills are good, join the archer group."

"Yes...ah?" Parker responded habitually, but when he realized what Lance said, it was obviously completely different from what he was thinking about.

The county magistrate is not planning to give up, but the current situation is-

"Shoot the arrow!"

With Lance's shout, another wave of arrows rushed into the sky.

But what's the use? This little harm...

Parker's eyes chased the shadow of arrows. His eagle eyes had extremely strong dynamic capture ability. He could even see the trajectory of arrows. Several of these arrows had completely deviated from the expected track. Although there were too many goblins, as long as they could shoot into that area, they would definitely hit them, but this also indirectly reflects the fluctuation of people's hearts - some people have been affected.

In Parker's opinion, this battle may not last long, maybe it was not just him, but everyone standing in the torrent of war thought so. But the next second, the thunder exploded on the battlefield made everyone who thought the situation was hopeless.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Battery! How is this possible!?

Even if the county magistrate attracted the strange goblins out of thin air to build those towers, if there was no turret's most important accessories - the magic cannon, it would be just a simple decoration.

But the reality in front of them tells them that all this exists!

The best evidence is that the artillery fire of the magic cannon was fired in the Goblin army, causing blood rain and minced flesh all over the ground, with lethality equal to the power of a standard level 4 magic.

The five turrets and cannons were heard in unison, and the goblin army fell down like straw swept by a sickle.

I don’t know if the power of the giant cannon is so terrifying, or if the curse that inspires the goblins to be lifted, the group of goblin warriors who were originally fearless began to fear and move forward for the first time.

This was a good sign, but everyone had no time to shout for the giant cannon and the change of the current situation. General Goblin, who appeared from the dark shadows, once again dragged the battle into the mud.

Although Parker didn't understand what the huge Goblin General was yelling, the once stagnant Goblin army started again, and advanced forward more crazily than previous attacks, charging without fear of life and death!

This result made all those who had just seen hope suddenly sink in their hearts. Anyone with some knowledge would understand that magic cannons are not omnipotent. The price of their huge power is that their firing speed is slow and their accuracy is that they need to spend a lot of time to charge before each attack of magic cannons.

But now-

The Goblins' army has rushed over!

The accumulated corpses on the moat had clearly laid a passage to the other shore. Seeing that close combat was about to break out, Taran had no time to pay attention to the civilians whose hearts were eroded by fear and were so scared that they could not move. After greeting the mercenaries and their own army, they all drew their weapons.

The most depressing one is the group of mercenaries, who have no obligation to fight here. But in fact, they have no choice but to choose in this situation. They either pick up weapons to kill the green-haired bastards, or be chopped to the ground by the green-haired bastards. There is no third choice. No one can imagine that they would negotiate terms with the group of goblins with low IQ and only swearing around. Behind them, they have long lost the way out of escape.

Fighting against the enemy seems to be the only choice, but nervousness is inevitable.

Especially when they saw the scene of the crazy goblins flashing red in their eyes, desperately swarming towards them, their hands holding their weapons were trembling slightly because of the trembling.

This group of mercenaries with rich combat experience naturally knew that this state was extremely bad, but no one could control their emotions when they were in desperate situations.

At the critical moment, time seemed to have suddenly stopped at this moment.

The corpse bridge that lies across the banks of the moat collapsed, and a huge figure emerged from the sea of ​​corpse mountains and bones. It sprinkled a arc in the sky. After a whale swallowed several goblins running through the corpse bridge, it plunged into the bottom of the water.

Everyone couldn't help but rub their eyes, because they were too fast to see each other's true face.

What is that?

Both soldiers and mercenaries and civilians had the same question.

And this question was answered by Lance, who was standing on the city wall at this moment.

"Kill them, Water Dragon!" (To be continued...)
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