Although Erebeth joined the Waterdeep coalition under the guise of Neverwinter, which had boosted morale from the freezing point, General Rams insisted on repairing in place for five days before sending an emissary to the Luskan camp to deliver the war report.

The two sides agreed on a good day, and set up a position about ten kilometers away from the Neverwinter Forest, intending to use a battle to decide who would dominate the Northland for the next few decades.

As for why the battle didn't start near Neverwinter, it was mainly due to the fact that the terrible plague in the city had not yet dissipated, and if the citizens inside rushed out, it was likely that the plague would spread among the army, or even throughout the Northland after the war.

Neither Waterdeep nor the nobles of the Lordlords Alliance wanted such a terrible catastrophe to happen.

So they preferred to abandon the cover of the tall walls of Neverwinter and cross the Neverwinter River to fight a fair field battle with the enemy.

Looking at the orcs, half-orcs, and barbarians who drank the blood of demons in the distance, as well as giants and goblins of various breeds, General Rams took a deep breath and said to the Lord of Waterdeep beside him, "This is definitely going to be a fierce battle! Our enemies are stronger and more difficult than ever. They are not a rabble, but soldiers who have been rigorously trained. ”

"What, you're scared?" the lord with the magic mask turned, his tone revealing a hint of mockery.

In his eyes, monsters are monsters, and no matter how many there are, they can't change the fact that they can only fight with the wind. Choking and Strange Novels|w~w~w.

As the most powerful city in the Northlands, Waterdeep has experienced so many crises that it is unclear.

In particular, the city under the mountain built by the mad mage himself, from time to time some terrible monsters will run out, and when unlucky, he will encounter organized and premeditated large-scale attacks such as dark elves, eye demons, and mind snatchers, and in the end, not all of them have been driven back.

The self-confidence that has been built up for a long time has given every Lord of Waterdeep an inexplicable confidence that they can handle all crises.

"No, not fear, but caution. I suspect that these guys have some kind of plot against us, or they could have taken Neverwinter before we arrived, and they could have harassed the soldiers when we first arrived, so that the soldiers could not have rested. But it's a bit strange that none of these methods are used by the other party. Rams touched his chin and voiced his concern.

"General, you're thinking too much. I admit that Luskan has indeed developed well over the years, and his strength has been expanding rapidly. But don't forget, the terrible dragon that created it all by hand, Ingro Castimizirian, has disappeared under the siege of the gods. So as long as we can win this battle, they will start killing each other for power and profit, like all evil organizations. ”

"Well, I hope you're right......"

Just as General Rams was about to say something, a low and melodious horn suddenly sounded in the distance.

Woo-woo-woo-

Moment!

The goblins who drank the demon's blood in the front row finally began to line up in a neat phalanx and strode in the direction of the coalition forces.

Unlike those fools who only knew how to scream and rush up, their eyes flashed with a crazy and bloodthirsty light, and they rushed up to the overwhelming rain of arrows without the slightest fear.

"Flat the spear!"

"Flat the spear!"

"Ready!"

"Thorn!"

"First row back!"

"The second batch is coming!"

"Thorn!"

......

With the nervous shouts of the officers, the two sides finally collided.

These little red-skinned men, who were only 1.34 meters tall, were like crazy, and even if their abdomen and chest were pierced, they would move desperately forward along the shaft of the spear, and then use the sharp short sword in their hands to cut the necks of human soldiers and drink blood.

Although they only had a simple leather armor and a crude wooden shield, they forcibly tore through the tightly packed formations of the coalition forces, and even broke several large phalanxes of hundreds of people of the coalition army.

Cruel!

Bloodthirsty!

Crazy!

The most important thing is not to be afraid of death!

Yes!

General Rams had never seen such a terrifying goblin, and rubbed his eyes several times, thinking that he had been tricked into an illusion, or that he had been hallucinating from being too nervous lately.

You must know that goblins are creatures that are basically at the bottom of the food chain in the Faeron continent, and their personalities are both timid and cowardly, and even thirteen or fourteen-year-old children with a little training can easily kill one or two.

Can ...... now

These goblins in front of them, whose skin color was a little weird, still did not have the slightest intention of retreating after more than three or four thousand casualties, and they continued to rush up, which was even more difficult than the strong orcs.

After all, human soldiers are generally taller, and the spears in the front row are usually used against cavalry or relatively large monsters, so it is easy for small goblins to use their own advantages to flexibly avoid oncoming long-handled weapons.

I'm afraid that all the officers of the entire coalition army did not expect that the goblins who were like cannon fodder would actually cause such a terrible impact on their own formation.

Seeing that the soldiers in the front row were showing signs of collapse, General Rams immediately ordered loudly: "Quick! Mobilize ten teams of sword and shield infantry! We must stabilize the formation! Don't let those damn little monsters rush in!"

"Understood!" the herald hurriedly rode his horse and sprinted at full speed.

However, not long after he left with his front foot, the large catapult behind the Luskan army on his back foot began to exert its power.

With the unimaginable strange power of the giant, the huge force arm threw pieces of stone balls wrapped in fire glue into the air, and then fell straight into the middle of the phalanx of the Deepwater City coalition forces, killing more than a dozen people each time, and at the same time, the burning fire glue on the surface of the stone ball would also ignite the weeds on the ground, forming a large area of high-temperature flames and thick black smoke.

As a tribal chieftain from a wild background, Gar did not receive an orthodox military education, but he gained enough experience in one war after another.

What's more, during the period when the enemy was rushing and repairing, he did not do nothing, but asked his subordinates to cut down a large number of trees and hand them over to craftsmen to make stone-throwing tools, which were not very technical, but they were powerful.

As for whether he would accidentally injure the goblins on the front line, he didn't care.

As long as you can win the final victory, isn't it normal to die as cannon fodder?

Anyway, goblins are small monsters, how many are there in the forests around Icewind Dale and Luskan, catch a group and force them to drink the blood of demons, and then train a little more, and they will soon become qualified low-level soldiers.

It was precisely because of his fearlessness that Gar was not in a hurry at all, watching the goblins fight the enemy in close quarters and fall in pieces.

He believed that when the first goblins were all gone, the pathetic humans would feel shudder and fear from within......