Chapter 332: The Power of the Race (Part 3)
The place where the two sides met was at the entrance and exit of the log parapet wall in Creekwood Town.
People come and go here, and now as soon as the two of them stopped, their hearts gave birth to murderous intent, and an indescribable cold aura overflowed, this scene was like two dragons had already set up a formation, grinning and ready to dry, and everyone could feel the wild breath spread out.
The people at the entrance of the town all felt a violent palpitation, and instinctively looked away from Rollin and Samal, and looked at them from a distance, their eyes full of horror.
"Do it?" Iona asked softly as she stood beside Rollin. Now the other party has two war demons, a sword master, and the facts have proved that Luo Lin's strength can easily deal with that sword master, and her strength has also been completely restored, and there is no problem in dragging the two war demons to buy time for Luo Lin.
The only concern is that if a move is made here, there will definitely be a large number of additional casualties. Of course, this is only a minor issue, as long as Rollin says to do it, Iona has no worries.
Rollin looked at Samel, and weighed it in his heart, this undead sword master is definitely a key figure in the dark army, killing him is a heavy loss for the dark army, as for the innocent people, if he doesn't do it now, more innocent lives will die because of this guy in the future.
And this guy is actually improving, I haven't seen it for a while, this person has learned to restrain his breath, and the two of them only found each other when they met. Such an opponent, of course, is early to remove the early peace of mind, otherwise hidden in? In the dark, he was prevented from sneaking attacks every day, and he was very sinful.
Rollin has a resolute temperament, and has never been indecisive and merciful at this time, and in a flash of thought, he made a decision. Kill them today.
His eyes were fixed on Samel. The qi in the whole body suddenly became extremely sharp. The hand holding the sword was slightly harder, and the moire sword slowly came out of its sheath, emitting a low and penetrating sword groan.
Seeing that the battle was inevitable, Samael sighed unlucky, he didn't expect to meet this Maple Leaf Count here. For this person, he was contemptuous when he first obtained the soul fragment of Moro Vogen, and he thought that he could easily defeat it by fusing the essence of the Mentor and the Full Moon Sword Saint's martial arts. However, the two encounters over the Keel Hills made him clearly aware of the gap between the two sides. This gap is extremely difficult to bridge, although there are two war demons standing next to him who are known for their brute strength. But that didn't give him the slightest comfort.
In this situation, this battle is inevitable. He could only let go of all distractions, drew his sword, and prepared to meet the enemy.
Two Sword Saint-level peak powerhouses are dueling against each other, and the people around them, as long as they are slightly sensitive, can feel the horror of the situation, and they have long been hiding far away, such as the mercenary hound, when Luo Lin held the sword. He quickly retreated, found a safe place and hid.
It's not that he's disloyal. It's that he knows very well the terrifying power of the adult he is following, this is a peerless powerhouse who can kill mountain giants in the blink of an eye, this character who makes him treat so strictly is definitely not a weak hand, where is there room for him to interfere in this level of battle?
Of course, the guards at the entrance of Ximu Town also saw this conflict, and in fact, they had already discovered these two special people. As early as when they did not look at each other, the captain of the guard at the entrance of the town whispered to a soldier beside him: "Go find those goblin warriors quickly, and tell them to come quickly, all of them." You said that if you come late, something big will happen to the town! ”
The soldier took the order and galloped back into the town.
The captain of the guard was still staring at the two warriors at the entrance of the town, with a worried face, he had been guarding this town gate for almost ten years, and the soldiers who came to Ximu Town had seen an unknown number of soldiers. The mighty Silvermoon warriors, the terrifying steam goblin warriors, and even the strong and tall minotaur slave warriors have seen many of them, but no one can give him such a sense of precariousness as the two in front of him, as if the whole town will be destroyed in the next moment.
"What the hell!" The captain of the guard muttered secretly, tightened the leather armor on his body, and shrank back as much as possible, hoping that those arrogant goblin warriors would appear soon.
Yes, it's the goblin warriors. Although this is a Terran town, the Terran warriors are not strong enough and the equipment is not good enough. For example, he, the captain of the guard, has a set of ordinary leather armor made of river lizard skin, and although the sword in his hand is the best steel sword in the town, the forging process is extremely poor, and he is blind to this good steel.
Terran soldiers like them can only suppress ordinary mercenaries, and if they want to make those powerful mercenaries obey the rules of Ximu Town, they have to rely on the goblin warriors hired by the mayor of the town for a lot of money.
In fact, Ximu Town has been able to survive all the time thanks to these goblin warriors.
The other side.
Rollin is ready to strike, and Iona's magic is ready to strike. The same is true of Samel, the two war demons behind him also took their weapons and leaned slightly, their noses constantly purging, ready to charge.
The atmosphere at the entrance of Ximu Town was so gloomy that it was like a dark cloud from the sky covering the ground directly.
Finally, Rollin drew his sword from its sheath, and a bright sword flashed, and he was about to hit his opponent, but there was a soft 'bang' in the town, and there was a red line that was almost invisible and stretched towards Rollin and Samael respectively.
The sharp sword light that was about to explode towards the opponent in Luo Lin's hand was suddenly withdrawn, and then it turned, and then there was a loud bang, and a large pile of sparks suddenly exploded in the dark world under the silver moonlight, and almost at the same time, a piece of wood on the log parapet on the side exploded with a 'bang', and a fist-sized hole appeared, and sawdust flew around the hole.
At the same moment, the same thing happened to Samael on the other side, and a piercing spark erupted from his sword.
Immediately after, a slightly shrill voice came from far and near the town: "Who dares to make trouble in the town of Somur?!" ”
There were footsteps coming from the town, and there were ten people, who, judging by the footsteps, weighed no more than fifty kilograms.
Presumably this is a goblin warrior. The previous attack was so powerful that it reminded Rollin of a modern rifle on Earth, shooting at his opponent at a terrifying speed with a metal ball, causing great damage.
He didn't know much about the power of these goblins, but if all ten goblins were armed with this weapon, it would be enough to pose a threat to him, so after hearing the voice, Rollin withdrew his sword and was silent, ready to observe before talking.
But Samel's temper was much hotter than Rollin's, and he was attacked for no reason in an all-out battle, and the only sense of honor left in his heart made him furious, and roared back: "Where are the musketeers coming to seek death!" ”
Well, in his opinion, this should be some kind of fine dwarven musket, quite powerful, but not at all surprising.
"It's me, Lord Somur, lowly mercenary!" The goblin who spoke had already arrived at the entrance of the town, and he squinted a pair of slender eyes, looking back and forth between Samael and Rollin, with a look of arrogance and a very obvious contempt.
Luo Lin was also looking at this goblin who claimed to be an adult, with pale gray skin, less than one meter three in height, thin arms, a big head, long pointed ears, a big nose, and a large mouth with at least five large gold teeth in his mouth. He wore a well-made suit of leather armor with a thin chain mail and a short sword hanging from his waist. Of course, the most conspicuous thing was the sniper rifle with a scope in his hand.
Yes, it is a sniper rifle, very precise workmanship, very similar to the shape of the earth's technological products, the barrel is at least 70 centimeters, and the traces of rifling can be seen from the faintly visible muzzle. But there are also differences, the intricate magic patterns on the body of this gun, and a ruby with strong magic fluctuations under the scope, these additional details give this powerful weapon a lot of magical style.
Iona said that the goblins were very good at alchemy and mechanics, and now that they saw the intricately crafted magic sniper rifle, Rollin had to admit that he was right.
This gun, not to mention the level of alchemy, in terms of the level of mechanical technology alone, is already a fight with the modern earth.
What made Rollin even more jealous was that in addition to this Sonic sniper rifle, the other nine goblins also held similar weapons, although their weapons did not look as sophisticated as Saumur, and their power must be inferior, but the size of the shapes was almost identical, unless they were carefully compared together, it was almost impossible to see the difference between them if they were taken apart alone.
This shows that the goblins already have the ability to produce on an industrial scale, which contains a lot of things, including the formulation of standards, advanced mathematics, mature mechanical theories, and a whole set of treasures that take time to accumulate.
Looking at the humans around them, their attitude towards this goblin is so respectful, although these goblins are short and thin, and their appearance is extremely ugly, but as soon as they appear, especially this Saumur, the Terran guards at the entrance of the town, pedestrians, etc., all bow down to him, and this goblin ignores it, obviously accustomed to it.
Rollin wasn't surprised by this, because he knew that the goblin had the qualifications. What gave him this qualification was not his individual strength, but the greatness of the civilization.
This can be said to be the greatest power in the world, and the gods dare not confront it head-on, so they can only take advantage of the situation. Think about the human civilization on the earth, change the heavens and the earth, and turn the sea into a mulberry field is only a matter of raising your hand!
This is also the power that Rollin really pursues in his heart.
Because of this, although Rollin is extremely skilled in martial arts, he never takes personal courage unless it is really necessary.
But that was just Rollin's idea, and Samael didn't think so at all. He scoffed at this confident and arrogant little thing: "A dwarf-like thing, dare to call an adult, ridiculous!" ”
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a 'click', and the ten goblins aimed the 'muskets' in their hands at him in unison, and then Saumur sneered: "Mercenary, kneel down and kowtow to me to apologize, otherwise I will shoot you on the spot for contempt of the envoy!" ”
Rollin watched coldly, and he found that when the goblin said the crime in a natural tone, there was no surprise on the faces of the surrounding people, but everyone looked at Samel, surprised that this man was bold enough to rush at Lord Somur.
From the small to the big, it can be seen that the goblins in the dark region are strong and the human race is weak. It's just that, in the face of such unsparing humiliation, what will this undead sword master do? (To be continued......) R1292