The next morning, before the sun came out, the sky was gray. Even in summer, the morning in the wasteland is a little chilly, and the fingers brush over the blades of grass, and the dew is so cold that your hands are cold.

The aroma of stewed potatoes with marinated meat and onions wafts through the mountain castle, whetting everyone's appetite. Even if the craftsmanship of the barbarians is a little rougher, there is nothing wrong with this classic combination.

Richard liked to eat rye bread dipped in soup, the mellow gravy could hide the slightly annoying sour taste of black bread, and the soft and rotten bread and the hot stewed cured meat were swallowed into his stomach, and the body that had slept all night was immediately awakened, and the whole person was also warmed, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

After breakfast, the barbarians of the mountain fort set out to measure the wilderness land step by step with their legs. The morning wind was strong, and the rye grass that was half a man's height was surging like a wave, and the barbarians who walked in it were like warriors from the ancient times.

It didn't take long for Richard to smell a strange smell that was very different from the green smell of the grass and trees, and continued to follow the source of the smell, and soon found the goblin tribe described by Gunther, hiding in the grass and secretly observing.

Goblins are known to be a race of low intelligence and laziness by nature, and are born with neither creativity nor action, which makes it difficult for them to build anything. But as a humanoid intelligent creature, goblins actually do not lack the simple instinct to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages.

Their settlement is located on a leeward slope, and countless large and small pits have been dug into the originally flat earth, which is disorderly, like pockmarks on human faces.

The pits were their dwellings, covered with hay and dead branches, and each of them was huddled with one or three goblins, all of them large and small. Some appear to be dead, and their bodies are abnormally blue-gray. The living ones were not much better, shivering and hiding in the pit to survive the cold of the morning.

Richard silently held his breath, trying to endure the stench that could be called a cracked nose and penetrated into his soul. The body odor of goblins is like swill that has been soaked for half a month, and there is an indescribable fishiness in the stench, which will bring physiological discomfort to most creatures.

The sound of the movement of the brigade on the grassland was difficult to hide, and some of the greenskins had already spotted the team of the mountain fort. Perhaps, due to past experience, I didn't think anyone would be bored enough to do anything to them, so I buried my head and continued to sleep in the pit, numb to the extreme.

Richard suddenly hesitated a little - maybe he will become a hero in the future and become famous, and then some people will say don't look at that guy's current scenery, but he led a group of people to bully goblins back then.

"Boss, let's do it. Gunther hadn't thought about the things that had been gone, and even if he did, he didn't care, and he was still thinking about the pickled meat and potatoes that he hadn't eaten enough in the morning.

"Quick fix. ”

As soon as the words fell, a series of strong and vigorous figures passed by Richard's sides, quickly converging into two rows of spears as they advanced, like two city walls, advancing in their chosen direction.

The system blesses the barbarians in the true sense of the word.

They were originally hunters roaming the Arctic Ice Sheets, battling the barren environment and fighting the ferocious tigers and bears. The cold and scorching snow has sharpened and shaped them, strong, agile and ferocious, and every adult Highland barbarian hunter can easily take down three Pompeii warriors!

But so what, war is never a one-man street. What if it's a hundred against a hundred? A draw is already the best ending. The scale is expanded to 1,000 against 1,000, and the only ones who swallow the bitter fruits of defeat will inevitably be the highland barbarians. And once it develops into a battle of 10,000 legions, the result can only be a one-sided rout!

Compared with real professional sergeants, the biggest gap between the grass platform team and the real professional sergeants has never been the muscles and martial arts, but the discipline and queue ability required for team combat, which determines whether they are a plate of loose sand or can be clenched into fists.

Richard was pleased - it was definitely the privilege of the elite to be able to march in the charge without commanding, but now the barbarians were able to do it. Their strength and martial arts are beyond doubt, and after making up for this shortcoming, the future will be limitless.

The goblins, who were still immersed in their sleep and did not want to wake up, were immediately and mercilessly slaughtered.

The barbarians habitually used to throw spears to open the way, and their huge strength could even fly upside down with thin goblins. The goblin who was hit didn't have to worry about the amount of bleeding at all, because being cut open was already the slightest injury.

The goblins who had been lucky enough to survive the first wave of the attack had not yet had time to fully wake up from their sleep before they were greeted by the barbarians' close-quarters stabs. Compared to those of their fellow who wailed and struggled on the brink of death, they were obviously extremely fortunate to have fallen into the deepest sleep before they felt the pain!

It was a creature of extreme cowardice, whose courage was limited to robbing a lone peasant, and the blood of his own people was enough to quickly bring them to a crush. The few who didn't wake up were still wielding rocks and sticks in resistance, but the vast majority of the goblins began screaming and fleeing in all directions.

Thick snot mixed with tears trickled down his exaggerated features, pulling out long silk threads, making Richard feel sick. The half-human-tall grass could go over the heads of these green-skinned dwarves, providing them with perfect cover, and they disappeared without a trace at the turn of their heads.

"Oak!" suddenly came a loud cry from the riverbank, and the sound shook in all directions. The volume was loud and low, not at all like the hair of a lean and thin body.

It is well known that the collapse of goblins is usually an irreversible process, and once it has begun, there is little that can be done to end it. This roar is not an exaggeration in a sense, it has succeeded in re-invigorating their morale, which has been declining to the extreme.

"Oak, Oak, Oak!" The bewildered green dwarfs seemed to have suddenly found their backbone, and began to resist again brandishing their crappy weapons.

It's a pity that eggs can never break stones, and this is not something that can be changed by courage or not. Their strength is insignificant, and their attacks can't break through the leather armor.

In front of the barbarians wielding spears, the goblins were like poor praying mantis pressed under the wheels, one by one they took turns to be judged by the carriage.

In the cave on the tidal flat by the river, a particularly tall figure suddenly jumped out.

It was a goblin even bigger than the barbarians, with knotted muscles and a sense of strength. His hands and feet were thinly wrapped with strips of gray cloth like those of boxing apprentices in the South, and in each hand he held a double-edged battle axe, which was not light at first glance.

What's even more remarkable is that there are actually two curved horns of thumb thickness on the left and right foreheads of this thing, which pierce into the sky along the arc of the top of the skull.

"Hey, he's still a dragon vein goblin. ”