After rejecting the fox girl's suggestion to leave her alone, Musel set her eyes back on the goblin leader, silently estimating the distance between the two sides. Now the only chance that he can stay at the gate of the camp and get another chance to turn the tables is to throw his axe and kill the goblin leader in one fell swoop. However, the goblin leader was very cautious, he originally had the strength of a fourth-level warrior, only one level lower than Musser, but when Mussell was seriously injured, he still did not want to risk the danger of close combat, but planned to rely on the short musket in his hand to solve the Miusel. Therefore, Mussel wants to kill the goblin leader from a distance with the trick of throwing the big axe, and the difficulty can be imagined. Once the axe is thrown, it fails to kill the goblin leader, and after losing the weapon in hand, in the face of a new round of siege by the goblins, the injured Musel will be in an even more disadvantageous situation.

While Mussel was still hesitating, the goblin leader had already reloaded the ammunition for the short musket. However, instead of pulling the trigger immediately, he smiled sinisterly and ordered his goblins to attack the camp gate again, apparently with the intention of taking advantage of the chaos to shoot, so that Mussel could not calmly dodge.

But unexpectedly, despite the goblin leader's order, the goblins under him are you look at me, I look at you, and no one is willing to move.

Goblins are a race of cowardly and ferocious contradictory personalities. When they meet the strong, they are cowardly and humble, and when they meet the weak, they are cruel and arrogant. In layman's terms, the character of the goblins is a typical bullying of the weak and afraid of the hard, and they have brought this character to the point of reaching the peak.

Because of poverty and lack of life skills, the goblin tribes in the northern grasslands live by raiding most of the year, except for occasional farming and grazing, so goblins are synonymous with robbers in the northern grasslands. The goblins in front of them were all from the same tribe, and when they found out that this group of orcs was far less numerous than them, they immediately put down their farm work, picked up the guys, and rushed over to rob them. Originally, relying on the strength of the crowd, the goblins thought that the robber was coming this time, but they didn't expect the idea to be so strong. After seeing the bravery of the minotaurs, the goblins were already frightened, and no one was willing to rush to the front anymore.

The goblin leader's face turned pale, and after he opened his mouth and roared, he still couldn't let his men rush towards Musel. Finally, the goblin leader lost patience and pulled the trigger of his short musket, only to shoot it not at Musel, but at one of his men, who had quietly taken two small steps back after giving the order to attack. As the shots rang out, the goblin fell to the ground.

"Are you on the verge of it?" the goblin leader roared as he reloaded the short musket again.

The goblins looked at each other, knowing that if they didn't move forward, the leader's next shot might fall on them. The goblins couldn't do it, so they had to bite the bullet and kill Mussel again.

Mussel glanced around at the dozens of goblins approaching, and then at the goblin leader who was holding a short musket in the distance, staring at him, and finally gave up the idea of throwing an axe to kill the goblin leader, because the success rate of doing so was not high.

The minotaur warrior sighed softly and shook his head, which had become drowsy from his injuries, trying to keep his head clear. He lifted his shield, raised his axe, and began to strike it rhythmically with the surface of the axe.

"Knock, knock, knock......"

The quaint and desolate sound of percussion echoed across the prairie.

It was a declaration of the Minotaur warrior's determination to fight to the death.

This scene happened to fall into the eyes of the sharp blades who had already sneaked to the edge of the battlefield.

"Captain, it's our Beamons. After taking a look at the situation in the clearance, Bart's hand immediately pressed on the hilt of the knife.

Sharp Blade's eyes were cold, and he said coldly: "Bart, you take your brothers to disperse, from all sides, don't let go of any of these filthy ground mice!" After speaking, Sharp Blade stood up from the hidden grass, turned over and stepped on the back of the wolf, pulled the helmet and armor down, and galloped the wolf to the battlefield.

Just as the minotaur warriors were ready to die, ready for a final confrontation with the goblins. He was stunned for a moment, then his gaze shifted to the right, staring at the uninvited guest who suddenly appeared on the battlefield.

Under the cold moonlight, a ride came to the dust.

The person who came was wearing a covered helmet and did not know his appearance. But looking at him with armor all over his body, there is no doubt that he should be a knight. Although Mussel didn't know who was coming, whether he was friend or foe, after seeing the mount of the comer, he suddenly had a faint expectation in his heart.

Because the mount that carries the knight is a wolf. On the mainland, the domestication of wolves as mounts is the most common among orcs, especially the wolf cavalry among orcs, and the wolf is their standard.

If the comer is an orc, then he will not be an enemy, but a force that can call for help. Thinking of this, Musel immediately prepared to open his mouth to ask for help, but before he could open his mouth, the knight had already taken the lead.

With a choking sound, the knight drew his waist knife, and the wolf leaped and pounced directly into the goblin team.

Immediately, the sword in the knight's hand lit up with a cyan glow of savage fighting spirit. The knight slashed horizontally, and a green knife qi shot out, sweeping over the bodies of six or seven goblins like a wave of water. The goblins were stunned for a moment, then frightened, and they were about to scream, but suddenly a large amount of blood burst out of their bodies, and then their bodies split in two and broke into two parts.

After the knight slashed several goblins with one sword, he did not show mercy and continued to draw his knives, as if a tiger had entered a flock, and he killed fifty or sixty goblins with one person. Everywhere he went, rivers of blood flowed, and the thick smell of blood spread across the grassland. But in the blink of an eye, more than half of the goblins were killed by him.

"Seventh-level knight!" Mussel looked at the knight who was killing in all directions in a daze, his mouth was wide open, and he didn't close it for a long time.

Could this knight have a grudge against these ground rats? Why did he go on a killing spree as soon as he came up before he asked for help?

The honest minotaur can't turn his head a little.

In the camp, the fox girl Janice covered her mouth with her hands, her beautiful eyes widened, and she looked at the battlefield with the same amazement. Under the moonlit night, the knight who rode the wolf rushed left and right in the goblin herd, invincible, mercilessly harvesting the lives of the goblins like the Grim Reaper. Of course, the god of death in the eyes of the goblins is an out-and-out hero in the eyes of the girl at the moment. Janice is in the prime of her cardamom years, when her heart is full of fantasy and hero-worshipping is the most likely age. Before she knew it, the knight's figure had quietly imprinted on her heart.

'Bang', the battlefield rang out again, and the goblin leader finally couldn't hold back and opened fire on the knight.

In the face of the flying iron sand, the knight had no intention of dodging at all. The fighting spirit on his body suddenly rose, and a fighting qi shield was formed in an instant, and those small iron sand could not penetrate the shield stretched out by the seventh-level fighting qi at all, only to hear a crackling sound, and the iron sand hitting the fighting qi shield fell one after another, and the knight was unscathed.

The goblin leader Huo Ran changed color, seeing that the short musket could not help the knight, he knew that the gap in strength between the two sides was too big, so he turned around and fled without the slightest hesitation.

The knight was about to chase after the goblin leader, but he heard a roar of rage, and looked back, only to see the minotaur warrior roaring and rushing out, leaving the gate of the camp that had been guarded until now. The Minotaur Warrior swung the axe in his hand in a circle, and after a brief acceleration from the start, he threw the axe violently, and the spinning axe slashed through the distance of hundreds of meters with a scream that broke the air, accurately slashing the back of the goblin leader.

A bloody light flew into the sky, and the goblin leader screamed and was cut in half.

The goblins who had been killed by the knights and cried for their fathers and mothers saw that the leader was dead, and they lost their fighting spirit even more, and they fled in all directions.

However, around the battlefield, more than a dozen armored knights with covered faces on wolves appeared one after another, blocking the goblins' escape routes. The knights raised their swords and slashed at the goblins, and those who fled the battlefield were quickly slaughtered.

This goblin raider team was eventually wiped out.

The knights began to clean up the battlefield, but the goblin tribe was notoriously poor in the northern grasslands, and there was really nothing on the goblins that the knights could look at, and the only thing of value was the short musket in the hand of the goblin leader.

The knight who had first appeared on the battlefield drove the wolf to the corpse of the goblin leader, picked up a short musket, and glanced at the minotaur warrior sitting in the distance.

Since he was shot in the head, Mussel has been holding on to his breath to keep him from falling. At this moment, the battle ended, and as soon as Mussel breathed a sigh of relief, a sharp pain in his head suddenly hit like a tide. He was dizzy and sat down on the ground involuntarily, gasping for breath. At this time, he suddenly saw the knight looking at him with a short musket, and Mussel immediately understood what the knight meant, and shouted from afar: "Friend, although I killed the goblin leader, I would not have been able to kill him without you!

The musket is very powerful, but it is only a matter of ribs for high-ranking knights. The knight thought for a moment, then turned to another knight not far away, and shouted, "Beta, you can use this gun!"

"Well, thank you, Captain!" said Beta, overjoyed, and fiddled with it as soon as she reached for the short musket. He was now only at the level of a fourth-level knight, so this short musket would be useful to him for quite some time.

At this time, some knights had already pulled up their masks, and when their faces were revealed, the orcs in the camp who were still a little worried because they didn't know the origin of the knights suddenly relaxed completely.

"Miss, it's the Wolf Clan, it looks like it's the Empire's wolf cavalry unit, we're safe now!" Behind Janice, an elderly cat man dressed as a butler said excitedly, and when the words fell, he was suddenly stunned and shouted, "Miss, where ......are you going?"

Ignoring the call of the old butler, Janice walked out of the camp and walked straight towards the knight who had broken into her heart.

When the fox girl came to the knight, the knight on the back of the wolf was stunned, and looked down at the fox girl condescendingly, with a questioning look in his eyes.

"Would you like to be my guardian knight?" said the fox girl, staring at the eyes under her visor.