The full-scale counterattack against the Goblin Legion planned by Thorne and the Lord of Twilight Town quickly turned into a one-sided pursuit and defeat.

The surviving goblin commanders immediately discovered that their goblin sacrifices, lizardman shamans and mad frogman casters had not yet played their due value in this huge defensive battle, and were directly cleaned up by the Twilight Town assault squad and half-elf rangers.

They also found the rough swords and tiny sticks in the hands of the Lizardman and the Mad Frogman allies, and the javelins were useless in the face of the heavy-armed warriors in the front row of the Twilight Town army.

Most of the soldiers in this army are professions with extraordinary strength, which makes these rabble allies tortured by the sun have no power to fight back.

At the same time, these goblin warriors who have received regular training since childhood finally came out of the fear of the half-elf ranger, reorganized their defensive formations, and prepared to use their number advantage to resist the Twilight Town army.

However, what they did not expect was that the heavy cavalry regiment from Iron Horse Town appeared on the battlefield amid the shocking sound of horse hooves.

They launched fatal charges on the side of the Goblin lineup like a torrent of steel.

Without obstacles, tripping ropes, trenches, traps and other defenses.

This cavalry was like a sharp knife, carrying an unparalleled momentum to pierce the last hope.

They not only dispersed the formation barely organized by the goblin warriors, but also defeated various large creatures such as fierce wolf, ogre, fierce ape, swamp lizard, etc. that they relied on breaking the formation.

At the same time, it also shattered everyone's nerves.

On the battlefield, the lizardmen, the mad frogmen and various slaves became at a loss in the chaos and could only howl towards death.

In the era of cold weapons, a solid formation is the basis for ensuring victory, and high morale is the key to victory. Once the enemy's psychological balance and organizational foundation are destroyed, it is equivalent to winning.

Therefore, the beginning of a complete retreat of the Goblin Legion means that they have failed in this counterattack.

At this moment, without the suppression of the goblin warriors, these humanoid creatures finally played their greatest advantage, which is the so-called chaotic nature.

A group of crazy frogmen with vision damage caused by strong light hit the defense line of the Twilight Town army like headless flies, and there was no chance to turn back.

The short goblins and strong ogres lost their lives in the trampling of each other.

The fierce wolf with low intelligence clashed with the swamp lizard, and the two sides grinned and fought together, and no one dared to go up and persuade the fight.

There were even some bold and brave lizard men running in groups to the Twilight Town assault squad and half-elf rangers, and then embraced the darkness in fear.

...

The heavy cavalry in Iron Horse Town are taking advantage of their speed to chase and kill all fleeing enemies as much as possible and expand their results.

However, most heavy cavalry have arrived at the edge of the battlefield in the back and forth to take a break, accumulate energy, and prepare to organize the next wave of charge.

As heavy cavalrymen, the thickness, toughness, strength and coverage area of ​​their full body armor must reach a certain level to ensure that the knights can withstand ordinary chopping and bows and arrows.

Enough thickness and area result in huge weight, which sacrifices their mobility, resulting in increased physical consumption of knights and war horses.

The Twilight Town army still steadily advances, slaughtering enemies who turn back due to fear.

Although in this chaotic battlefield where the enemy fled, they could completely let go of their hands and feet to pursue the deserters and expand the fruits of victory to maximize.

However, the attack of the entire army means that their perfect formation will be completely disorganized and there will be no advantage of the formation. These monsters who charge too deeply in the fight will be likely to be surrounded by deserters, resulting in losing their lives.

After all, the enemy seemed to flee in panic, but their number was still far greater than that of the Twilight Town army.

And the reason why they escaped was that Twilight Town's steady push lineup made them unable to break through at all.

Therefore, the Twilight Town army needs to play as a bulldozer, not a lawnmower.

Faced with the disorderly melee on the battlefield, Torne wandered around the edge and kept careful every attack.

Although he enjoyed the stimulation of the sword blade wielding across the enemy's flesh and blood every time he waved the sharp blade in his hand, he would not lose his mind and become a violent, bloodthirsty and killing person.

Because he knew very well that the threats of all humanoid creatures in the wilderness and the harm of war on their fellow countrymen, it was this perception that he could always keep a very rational mind easily.

In other words, every killing he has carried out now is not to enjoy the fun and refreshing feeling brought by the massacre, but to help the territory of the wilderness civilization avoid destruction and destruction.

So he had no guilt in the war with these civilization destroyers.

From killing the Goblin Challenger and the Demon Lizardman to rushing up the siege tower to kill the Goblin Legion Commander, he could feel his Ranger's Heart progress was improving.

This is undoubtedly explaining to him that he is getting closer and closer to finding the path of Ranger.

A scorching fire flashed through the blade of Thorne's hand, and the last goblin warrior in front of him fell to the ground and died with his neck covering his face.

In just a moment, the enemy who tried to encircle him was cleaned up again, so that a vacuum appeared around him.

However, this did not last long, because he found a large group of frogmen hitting him like headless flies.

The crazy frogman living in the bottomless swamp is only a little taller than the dwarf, and the challenge level of an adult crazy frogman is about level 1.

The main reason why these weak-powered frogmen were lucky enough to become allies rather than slaves of the goblins is their strong reproduction ability.

If there are no natural enemies, a female frogman can lay eggs twice a year, and can lay hundreds to thousands at a time.

Moreover, these eggs can be successfully hatched into tadpoles in just about one month. In two years, an adult crazy frogman was successfully born.

In other words, if a female frogman is sufficient food and has no natural enemies, it only takes two years to develop into a tribe of thousands of frogmans.

With this powerful reproduction speed, the goblins and the kobolds must lower their little heads in front of them.

Although the reproduction speed of the mad frogman is so powerful, in the chaotic bottomless swamp, not every egg can survive from tadpoles to adult mad frogman, most of which are eaten by swamp wild beasts or other natural enemies.

Even so, the number of crazy frogmen in the bottomless swamp is still the largest. For the goblins, they are naturally suitable for acting as cannon fodder for siege.

"Quaguagua..."

When a large group of crazy frogmen discovered Thorne's figure, the messy frog croaking sounded, making people's eardrums hurt.

Although he didn't understand the speech of the crazy frogman, he still heard from the loud cries that he was expressing joy and excitement to each other.

As a race with quantity as its advantage, it naturally cultivates the characteristics of their ability to suppress the enemy with quantity as it is soft and afraid of hard.

So, when these crazy frogmen with frog heads on their heads found that Thorne was the only one, they all rushed up with the rough metal weapons and wooden sticks in their hands, "bravely".

Several other frogmen took the opportunity to throw javelins tied with pointed stones at him.

Faced with the threat of several javelins, Thorne easily flashed over. If he wanted, he could even reach out to catch it and return to his original owner.

But in that case, it will seem that the efficiency of killing enemies is too low.

——"Mofeng Sect (stance skill): Flame Decision!"

As a large group of mad frogmen approached, Thorne was instantly covered with a flame barrier within a meter of one meter of his body. The heat wave swept across the area around him, bursting out a burst of scorching aura, and all the mad frogmen approaching were ignited.

As Thorne continued to move, the frogmen let out crazy howls, and their clothes and flesh and blood burned and disappeared in flames.

Thorne put away the flames and continued to move towards the center of the battlefield.

After a while, I met another group of lizard people.

The leading lizardman seemed to have seen the tragic scene of Thorne burning out a large group of frogmen in a moment. He immediately whistled at his subordinates behind him, and all the lizardman behind him were shocked.

Although the figure in front of him frightened a large group of lizardmen, the direction of the figure was the route to the bottomless swamp. If they turned around, they were likely to continue the pursuit of the Twilight Town army.

So the group of lizard men who were behind the pursuits and blocked the road hesitated for a moment, and then gritted their teeth and continued to run towards Thorne.

They ran away very quickly, but when this torrent formed by a group of escaped lizard men was about to rush to Thorne, it immediately split into two left and right. Thorne, who was standing in place, seemed to be a water-dividing reef in a torrent.

Faced with this situation, Thorne naturally waved the two swords in his hand without hesitation.

Deadly sword lights flashed, blood splattered, and the lizards around them fell to the ground and died.

A lizard man who failed to escape in time was tripped by a stone. Looking at the ranger who was walking with his sword, he used his arms to protect his head and face in despair, and the final result was that his arms and body were separated by the sword.

Thorne charges back and forth among the escaped lizardmen, and none of them can block his attack, and none of them can escape unscathed after entering his death radius.

On the other side of the battlefield.

The violent barbarian personality Hao waved the jingling machete in his hand and sang a group of crazy frogmen who were besieging him. The sharp blades followed him and layers of blood burst out with his movements.

The crazy frogs surrounding the barbarians all wanted to take advantage of his turn and sneak attack and knock on the scoundrel.

But whenever the savages turned around and saw the face splashed with blood and madness, the only thing they could think of was to turn around and run away without a life.

The savage man with a crazy smile on his face rushed towards another target, and the attacked goblin quickly raised the steel shield in his hand to resist.

"Bang!"

As the force from the machete came, the goblin whose body was knocked out stared in disbelief at the shield that was sunken and unusable.

When he looked up at the barbarian, a blade that shone with bloody red light in the sun fell into his wide pupils.

"call out!"

Suddenly, a scorching wind blew across the barbarian's ears, which scared him so much that he quickly put away his attack.

While the great goblin who survived was about to breathe a sigh of relief, the galloping arrow penetrated precisely through the armor covering his chest and pointed directly at the heart.

When he was dying, he saw the streamlined arrow feathers still trembling slightly in his chest.

"Damn it! Who is robbing my head!"

The savage man, who was secretly frightened, touched his unscathed ears, saw the sharp arrow inserted into the chest of the goblin, and turned around and roared in the direction where the arrow shot.

"...This is a deadly accurate person, so scary."

The barbarian Gehao saw the half-elf ranger covered in a cloak not far away, his eyes shrank, muttered in a low voice, and then he carried the machete and continued to look for his next target.

However, when he roared and rushed to a screaming frogman, another sharp arrow flashing with fire and electric arc scared him so much that he had to jump to the other side.

The frightened frogman was still standing there. He lowered his head, his two gradually dimming big eyes wanted to see the arrow that poked his body, but all he saw was a blood hole that penetrated his chest.

So he stretched out a finger and stuck it into the blood hole, trying to stop the gushing blood, and then fell to the ground without a sound.
To be continued...