A full twenty goblin warriors were scattered to serve as Warlords, so Halson's orders could barely be carried out.

The two sides began to confront each other quietly, and a smile appeared on Halson's blue-gray face, and he already felt that the victory was in hand.

Outsiders can't have as much confidence and intelligence as the natives of the wasteland, and once they get caught up in a race for patience, they will always lose their breath first.

Humans fence their wagons in a circle, which is their usual means of defense against attacks. Luckily, there are trolls, clumsy but destructive, just like the legendary siege machines, so there's no need to worry.

The gnolls said that the humans seemed to be exceptionally strong. Goblins have bad eyesight, so Halson hasn't seen them with his own eyes. However, he said that it is not important whether an individual is strong or not in a group fight, and that discipline is the key.

The worried gnoll leader was immediately captivated by the term "group fight", which sounded wise and elegant. He vowed to add the word to his everyday vocabulary, repeating it over and over again, and soon forgot the little bit that the enemy was stronger.

The confrontation continued for a while, and Halson vaguely saw a human climb into the wagon, standing on top of a high pile of goods, and in a throwing pose.

He put his thumb in front of his eyes, closed his eyes in turn, and came to the conclusion that the distance between the two sides was about one hundred and fifty paces.

Crazy, throwing at this distance, what threat can there be?

......

Richard stood on the roof of the car and took the throwing gun handed by Gunther and struck it twice.

He aimed at the largest troll, pulled his shoulders and charged his strength, his arms, waist, and legs, and his muscles twisted into a rope, and he turned around and threw his hands at it.

The power was unquestionable, and Gunther swore he had never seen such a horrific throwing gun in his life.

The explosion of friction against the air as he took off reminded him of a long, long time ago, when there was a year when not a drop of rain fell in the snowfield during the entire rainy season, and the clansmen, led by the elders, prayed for mercy from the gods all day and night, and finally waited for a muffled thunder on a starlit night.

Even if the mammoth gets this shot, it can't withstand it!

It was almost impossible for the eye to catch the trajectory of the spear, and in the blink of an eye, it was a distance of one hundred and fifty paces, but the final result was clear - the only goblin with a two-handed greatsword flew upside down without warning, lying motionless on the ground, bright red blood spurting from his chest!

Gunther was completely convinced, one hundred and fifty paces away, there was no need to test the first shot to knock down a goblin, this kind of performance can only be described as a monster!

The title of "Snow Bear Hunter" is not worth mentioning to the leader at all! Not to mention a snow bear, even if a squadron of snow bears charges, they will be named one by one by this kind of throwing gun.

Richard frowned and looked at the troll he was aiming at, but the other party was unharmed. As for why he had gone almost a foot away and killed an unlucky goblin, he didn't know very well.

A few years ago, when he was wandering around the southern provinces, he had been mingling in the martial arts arena. With the help of the system, the level of swordsmanship and spearmanship can be called a generation of grandmasters. But martial arts like bows and arrows and throwing, which are not used in the ring, have never been touched, and they are completely at the level of novices.

A slight warm current poured in from his chest, followed the blood vessels and meridians, and soon spread throughout his body.

In the lower left corner of the field of view, a line of dark blue text appears.

【XP +20】

Compared to the number of upgrades required today, the experience of the Goblins is insignificant. But just as a straw can overwhelm a camel, twenty XP can sometimes be the last kick in the door before a chain reaction.

A succession of more eye-catching and important crimson texts emerged.

[Level up to level 35]

【Attribute +2】

【Skill +2】

【Weapon Mastery +10】

Richard didn't have time to pay attention to the cues, and Gunther had already thrown a second throwing gun on his heels.

He doesn't think he has that kind of magic technology, and he aims at the biggest, easiest to hit trolls. The spear is thrown in a high arc in mid-air, and finally lands on the head of a troll when it descends.

The depleted lance wasn't enough to pierce the heavy skull to inflict fatal damage, but the resulting pain had sent the troll's simple brain into a frenzy!

"Aang!"

With a high-pitched roar, the three trolls stood up together and began to run, the ground shaking with their steps. The Goblin Warlords tried to stop it, but after being trampled to death, the scene became more chaotic and uncontrollable.

The gnolls, who were chaotic in nature, began to follow the trolls, howling and charging forward in a chaotic manner.

Maybe they think they have a big numerical advantage, and they have a big guy like a troll to help. The gnolls were in a state of confusion from the start, and in their excitement they had put their plans behind them, ignoring the poor warlords, who were few in number.

The big goblins completely abandoned the futile attempt of bullet discipline and assembled themselves into two thin arrays of spears. Although they only used crappy weapons with charred sticks, they had to admit that they were undoubtedly the most regular army men present.

"Aim for the Gnoll, throw the spear, and charge!"

Richard gave a simple and crude battlefield order, picked up another throwing gun, and stared straight at the approaching trolls.

He knew he couldn't get his head right, so he waited patiently until his target was within twenty paces before he withdrew his arm and threw his throwing gun.

At this distance, it can basically be regarded as face to face, and it is difficult to shoot empty.

The spear hit the troll in the face, almost completely submerging - though not the one he was aiming at. No matter how strong the troll's recovery ability is, it is impossible to resist this kind of injury, and it loses all vitality after falling to the ground and struggling twice.

[EXP +50]

【Throwing Weapon Mastery +1】

The death of their kind quickly brought the other two trolls to their senses of rage, and their cowardly nature began to gain the upper hand again, screaming and lying on the ground with dirt to bury their faces.

The barbarians had already finished throwing two rounds, and the fierce and precise throwing of guns was like rain, and the gnolls were reduced by nearly half on the spot. In the ensuing hand-to-hand encounter, the barbarian warrior wearing leather armor and holding a steel spear faced the beggar-like wilderness bandits, which vividly demonstrated what equipment suppression is.

The sharp edged points were a blur of flesh on the flesh, and the wooden sticks were almost helpless against the leather armor.

Empty and courageous gnolls fell quickly, and the liquid gushing out of the earth dyed patches of bright red like roses blooming!

The long hunting career made the barbarians extremely experienced in slaughter, and their opponents were like Yang Chong, who had no power to resist, and walked under the butcher's knife one after another.

They were defeated so quickly that most of the gnolls lost their lives before they could react. Along with the blood was also courage, and the surviving gnolls were completely frightened by the efficiency of the killing, and immediately began to rout in all directions faster than when they came.