A red sun slowly rose, and the overflowing light poured on the spectacular siege equipment and majestic armor of the goblin army, as if dyed with orange and yellow, reflecting dazzling brilliance under the city tower of Twilight Town.

The sunshine of the flowering moon is the most pleasant light of the year. It does not have the slight coldness of early spring, the hot summer, the bleakness of late autumn and the biting cold winter. It only exudes vitality and endless hope at all times.

However, the sunlight at this time is difficult for everyone in Twilight Town to feel warmth. They are more like trembling chills that radiate in the deepest part of their hearts.

“Woo woo woo woo…”

The passionate battle horn was blown, and under the city tower of Twilight Town, rows of neatly-shaped goblin troops, overwhelming lizard men, mad frogmen and countless driven slaves rushed up like a tide.

Looking around, there are evil invaders everywhere.

They gathered together and whispered and roared wantonly, thinking about how to find a position that is most conducive to the charge and slaughter more living lives.

But these movements are kept within the lightest limit.

Because the blood swords tickled in the hands of the outermost goblin warriors with neat military appearances have proved to everyone the end of destroying order.

At this time, a commander of the goblin legion wearing dark black full body armor and covered with blood-red stripes stood at the top of the siege tower in the breeze. He raised the bloody beheading axe in his hand, looked at all the guards on the Twilight Town Tower and roared:

"Listen to the two-legged ants in Twilight Town, the Sixth Legion of the Great Ghosts of the Khruk have surrounded your town, and surrendering from the city is your best choice.

Otherwise, on the day the city is broken, all the rebels will, under the witness of the powerful Magrubier, bring you the most painful wailing deep in your soul with the blood-seeming beheading axe, and the final victory will always belong to the Great Ghost of the Khruk!”

"For the glory of the powerful!" The commander of the Great Goblin Legion of the Sixth Legion roared with a loud voice.

"For the glory of the powerful!" The loud shouts spread rapidly, from the front row of the neatly-looking goblin warriors to the last row, the voices of countless goblin warriors gathered in the shouts of the goblin commander.

"For the glory of Ramanos, the god of the mad frogman, kill them all!"

"For the feast of the demon lord Sesinak, slaughter everything!"

At this moment, under the city tower of Twilight Town, not only all the earth was boiling, but their allies, Lizardman and Mad Frogman, were also influenced by this fanatical and pious atmosphere. Under the leadership of their respective shaman leaders, they shouted the names of their gods.

The crazy shouts continued, and the roars that resounded throughout the world, the guards waiting for the battle on the city tower of Twilight Town were calm.

It is obvious that they have long been accustomed to the invaders' pre-war declarations.

As a race with devout faith and protection of gods, it means that they have innate advantages in the emerald field.

In addition to providing them with fearless momentum, the declarations shouting in unison before the war also seemed to make them feel that their gods were watching these devout believers from a distant unknown place.

The crazy shouting stopped as the moment the beheading axe that was raised to the sky in the hands of the commander of the Great Goblin Legion slashed down.

All the goblin warriors' eyes were focused on the legion commander, waiting quietly for him to give orders.

It seemed as if with his command, the overwhelming invaders would flood the Twilight Town, located in the Emerald Field, like a surging tide.

As the gentle spring breeze blows by, the scarlet cloak behind the commander of the Goblin Legion floats gently.

He held the beheading axe in his hand, which symbolized the glory of the powerful, and enjoyed the glory that was noticed by countless people.

As the Hruk Goblin who is entrenched in the quiet forest, as the commander of the Great Goblin Legion of the Sixth Legion, he is unfortunate and very lucky.

Unfortunately his legion was almost half paralyzed and collapsed by the abominable half-elves, demon rangers, and the stalwarts of the Silent Way.

If he hadn't learned in advance that the hateful half-elf ranger was fighting in the camp and made the most correct choice and huddled in his room.

Then, he is very likely to follow in the footsteps of the other five great goblin legions, not dying on the glorious battlefield, but dying in his own territory very aggrievedly.

This is undoubtedly a very shameful way to die for all the goblins who regard war as glory.

Although he saved his life because of his cleverness, his army was completely disbanded, causing other legions to stare at him, and they always wanted to find an opportunity to annex him, so he was really unlucky.

But because of this, he was blessed with disguise. Because the other five legions were broken up by the abominable half-elf ranger, he finally helped him successfully gather the remaining soldiers of the five legions under his command under the wise decision of the goblin leader.

This wise decision made him once the strongest legion among the Hruk Goblin tribe, and thus he had the opportunity to attack Twilight Town.

Now, this tiny Twilight town has been surrounded by his dispatched troops, and has also cut off all their reinforcements and escape routes.

As long as he keeps driving away slaves and uses the lizardman and frogman allies in the bottomless swamp to consume the town's vitality from time to time, it is only a matter of time before this stubborn town is captured.

As long as he successfully wins Twilight Town, he will be the most beautiful legion commander of the Hruk Goblin.

Looking at the siege tower pushed by the ogre slaves slowly moving forward, the goblin warriors changed their charge formation, and listening to their terrible cheers, the goblin leader couldn't help laughing happily.

Because these cheers are bloodthirsty shouts, this shows that his warriors are longing for the blood and head of Twilight Town, and eager for crazy battles.

Just as he was about to swing his beheading axe to launch a full-scale attack, a burly figure standing on the battlements appeared on the Twilight Town's city tower.

I saw him with a sneer of a beating, his naked upper body showed off his muscles and explosive muscles, and a machete with a ring-inlaid ring on his broad shoulders. He was so ruthless that he roared like a thunderous roar from his vulgar voice:

Let me listen to the commander of the Sixth Legion of the Khruk Goblin!

We in Twilight Town learned that you, the big goblins, were once human slaves from the Black Pearl Forest and were proficient in human swordsmanship. So we believe that your miscellaneous swordsmanship is just the superficial of our human martial arts. The master-apprentice status was concluded as early as the turbulent year 300 years ago.

If you all the scoundrels cherish your shitty gods and low-powered people to go to the glory next to your mother, stop attacking and walk down the siege tower. Our Twilight Town warriors are willing to conduct a one-to-one formal duel with you all-swords with swords.

In the witness of your shit gods, let all of us in Twilight Town see if your strategy, victory, glory, reputation and rule are bragging, and whether you are devout enough to your shit gods.

Similarly, we will also guarantee the honor of the soldiers. If we lose to the sword of you, the big goblins, everyone in our Twilight Town will immediately stop resisting and give you, the big goblins, the big goblins, the big goblins, the big goblins, the big goblins, will surrender.

Miscellaneous Goblins, have you heard it?

Miscellaneous Goblins, are you scared?
Chapter completed!