The caravan's itinerary would not be stopped by this attack, and in order to avoid a surprise attack, the guards discussed it and decided to let the hunter's flying pets conduct reconnaissance at low altitude - if it is a bandit group, then Marceau can only say that these guys are really heaven There is a way for you not to go, and hell has no door for you to break in - the further north you go, the steppe elves, The more powerful the dwarves and elves, the more powerful the emperor of Mogus, His Majesty, is the appearance of the overt steppe elves, these order-oriented races have long tasted the benefits of free trade, and will never tolerate any bandit group or act within its sphere of activity, not to mention that this is already considered the periphery of Provence, and no commercial city will tolerate the bandit group operating in its sphere of influence.

No matter what kind of background this bandit group has, what kind of backstage, they will either disappear or die, if they provoke the steppe elves, these very grudgeful little men will soon pull up a team to hunt and kill, in the previous life, Marceau has heard more than once that because a certain bandit group killed the steppe elf village or caravan, and was recently led by the legendary strong man to watch the tragedy - as for the robbers' heads hanging all over the city gate, the cat cub is not without his own eyes.

As for the bandits' dismemberment, it sounds like a good idea, but if it does, the Earth Elves' Inquisitors, Big Cat Warriors, and Human Prophecy Mages will help the Prairie Elves for various purposes, dragging the self-righteous thieves out of the corners one by one and hanging them.

If it's a big goblin, these guys who aren't even proficient in arcane can't hide themselves anyway, and they don't even have the capital to disguise themselves as caravans like bandits-this multiverse is so big, but I've never seen a caravan of big goblins, and the steppe elves said that the goblins are so slippery, do you know the value of the goods in your car...... With the IQ of the goblin, it is estimated that he can break out the toes and count. Therefore. If the goblins are discovered, they will die faster.

Halfway through the procession, the human hunter player sent a warning that a team of goblins was in front of the convoy.

"It's our turn!" As a guard, a group of sixty steppe elf players immediately held long-barreled muskets, and several people sat in groups behind the tracked carts and hung up the caravan to meet the goblins blocking the road. Behind them were pilgrims. Nearly 100 pilgrims all went out and ran forward with an acceleration spell on themselves.

"I bet they're dead. "Uncle Dwarf was lying on the roof of the wagon, as a thief, and he was completely useless in such a big war, and he stayed behind to protect the convoy.

"But I still want to go over and see what is going on. Marceau jumped out of the car, and the girls were already ahead as steppe elves, so the kitten jumped into one of the idle horses in the caravan, pulled the reins, and steered the horses forward.

Watching Marceau's skillful movements on horseback, the gnome sat up. Half-puzzled and half-inexplicable, he said to himself: "Hey, this kitten can ride a horse, I've never heard of a kitten in Uncle Deggin's ranch." ”

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The kittens were not stupid enough to rush directly into the array arranged by the prairie elves, but manipulated the horses to climb the small mound on the side, such a place was condescending, and it was impossible for the goblins to ignore the prairie elves in front of them and choose to do something to the kittens on the side.

Marceau looked at the goblins and saw that they were divided into two piles, one large and one small. The majority group was confronting the steppe elves in the middle of the road, while the few were standing on the side of the street.

"What do you guys want to do! This is the land of the Canary Kingdom! It welcomes adventurers, merchants, and ordinary citizens. But rogues and robbers like you are absolutely not welcome to walk!" Mr. Priest, as the strongest individual on the side of the caravan, was naturally responsible for the negotiation task, and this sentence vividly showed the stubbornness and lack of heart of the steppe elves, as well as the jealous and hateful appearance of the anonymous priest.

"Shut up! our tribe is running out of food! hand over all your belongings!" replied the largest of the majority, a one-eyed bear goblin with a roar.

"Then I suppose we have nothing to talk about, gun raised!" shouted Mr. Priest with his hands raised.

Behind him. The steppe elves in the front row immediately raised their long-barreled muskets as soon as they got down on one knee, and the second-row musketeers also raised their long-barreled muskets.

"I'll give you one more chance!Lay down your arms!Become a slave of the steppe elves!Work for us for ten years!Your descendants will become free people of the Moggs Empire!Strive to survive!Fall and embrace death!Hurry up and make your choice!" Mr. Priest did not let go of his raised hand, but made a final shout to the big man in front of him - if it was a human player or an NPC, it would have been on fire at this time.

"Oro, we can't beat the steppe elves. Their fire-breathing alchemy stick has destroyed many tribes that are more beneficial than us in the past hundred years. At this time, one of the few big goblins stood up, and what he said was indeed the truth, which made Marceau a little impressed.

"Kaishan! Enough! There is no food! How many compatriots will our tribe die in the coming winter! The children born today will not even live until the beginning of spring next year!" After the bear goblin replied rudely, he turned around and raised the weapon in his hand: "Break away from the line of these little things! The human caravan is behind!"

"Looks like you've chosen to embrace death! Stupid!" Mr. Priest began to cast a spell as he spoke, and various blessings were cast on the line of the steppe elves, each of whom received a buff.

The goblins, who were the majority, began to move, moving towards the steppe elves' defenses, and when they approached two hundred yards, the steppe elves began to fire.

The goblins began to suffer casualties, the closer they got to the steppe elves, the faster and more sudden this death came, if at the beginning, there were goblins who lost their mobility due to injuries, and when they approached a hundred yards, a salvo of thirty people caused nearly twenty casualties in the goblin team, and only less than half of the goblins were still standing in the team of more than two hundred goblins at this time.

At eighty yards, the line of steppe elves began to shoot in three rows, the first row of steppe elves shot back to the rear, the second row of steppe elves shot and continued to retreat, a few mages and priests began to cast spells, and the stinky cloud spell and greasy spell spread out on the street.

By the time they approached sixty yards, there was a large gap in the goblin team, and some of them began to throw long-range weapons, but at this distance, it only took a few strong wind spells to blow the flying short spear off the trail to no avail.

Then the goblins rushed into the range of the Stinky Cloud and Greasy Spells.

Sitting on her horse, Marceau watched as the remaining goblins rolled in greasy, vomited in the stinky clouds, and were eventually shot by the steppe elves.

The bear goblin, perhaps lucky, had goblins and had gobled through various tests to get twenty yards close, and then Marceau saw that the latest row of steppe elves had replaced their shotguns in their hands, and they must have been single-headed bullets.

After a row of gunshots, the bear goblin fell headlong into the street, indulging in a pool of blood of his own making.

"It was a massacre. Marceau, who was speechless the whole time, finally had to let out a sigh. (To be continued......)