The caravan under Barrett's leadership broke through the goblins' encirclement like a giant ship parting waves. However, this did not mean the end of the battle, and the previous breakthrough did not do much damage to the goblins. After the initial chaos, the goblins rushed like rushing water, coming from all directions to break through the 'small boat'.

"Counter-shock preparation!" Mr. Yvonne Edmonds's words rang out again, and he gave up his bloody battle at the front line, and instead sat in the center with the strange object in his hand and began to give orders—a thing that required to suppress his instincts for a warrior with furious blood in his veins. But now there is no second person other than him who can convince everyone present. He had to take on such an errand head-on.

In the face of the goblins getting closer and closer, the formation of the caravan that broke through began to change, but unfortunately compared to the elite division, this formation change seemed so rough and chaotic.

"Don't you walk without looking ahead? Damn it! "The thunderous roar of the anvil can be said to be deafening. In the midst of the rapid formation changes, the dwarven player is knocked to the ground without noticing. And the adventurer who bumped into him even stepped over the dwarf.

The dwarf on the head of the anvil did not wear a helmet, and the consequence of landing on his face was to fall and eat. The anvil, barely raising its head, spat out the black mud in its mouth, and shook its head desperately to clean some of the clods of dirt that had stuck to its head and beard. The dwarf who consciously lost his weight on the ground can be said to be thunderous at this time.

Compared with the dwarves, the other party, who was eager to dare to the front line of the battlefield, didn't even look back, and dropped a sentence lightly: "I'm sorry I didn't look at my feet." ”

"You bastard! What does it mean not to see the feet! You did it on purpose! Now the anvil was even more angry, and when he got up, he actually had the posture of a barbarian after the rage. It's a pity that he is about to rush over and desperately target not those damn goblins, but his temporary comrades.

Just as the anvil brandished its hammer and prepared to charge, a wide iron glove reached out from the dwarf's back, and it pressed the dwarf's shoulder tightly, unable to move even with the strength of the dwarven warrior's anger.

"Barrett I know you're in the back, let me go, I'm going to have to teach that bastard a lesson. Let him know how to behave...... "Anvil now seemed to have lost his mind, and he tried to move forward with his thick legs rubbing against the ground like crazy.

It's a pity that since Barrett has already made a move, it is naturally impossible to let him continue to mess around in this situation: "You guy don't look at what the situation is now, you can't see it yourself and don't drag us all to die together!" Resurrection Stones are not superfluous. ”

"Alright! You're right! I shouldn't have vented my feelings at this time. The dwarf slapped himself on the head, then waved his hand to indicate that he was now back to normal, "I'll trouble that bastard when it's completely safe!" ”

'Do you go back and tell Rielie to stop making jokes about the anvil in the team?' It seems that the feelings accumulated by our dwarven companions over this period of time are almost at a critical point. Barrett, who let go of his hands on the dwarven shoulders, made the thought from his own heart.

But then he realized how much influence he had on the female mage, and it was really hard to say. When it comes to combat and team shows, Barrett has established himself as an authority in the team with his watch. But on this personal hobby, he really didn't know how much Rielly could listen to!

Thinking about it, Barrett had a wrinkle on his forehead: 'Oops! It's another headache, why does our Miss Mage like to tease others so much? I hope she can be a little more empathetic this time! Otherwise, the anvil might explode in the team next time......

Although his head kept spinning, Barrett's movements were not pulled down. In the midst of the humming, he struggled to the position where he was about to fight the goblins. It's a pity that even if he gives up the tower shield that is a drag on the strict zhòng, Barrett still gets stuck in the quagmire of crowds from time to time.

Thankfully, the shooters on the team are now in place. The valiant warriors who broke through protected these ranged strikes on the inside of the group, leaving them largely unscathed, with the exception of a few unlucky ones who sprained their feet.

Now that the fighters on the periphery were busy switching formations, these ranged strikers took on the task of holding back the enemy. Years in the field have made it clear to them that abandoning the team and escaping alone in this environment is no different from suicide. Only by fighting a bloody path with his companions can he ensure that he will survive.

The longbow was opened, the crossbow string was raised, and Mr. Yvonne Edmonds gave the order: "1oo feet ahead, cover the shot." ”

Ordinary cone-shaped arrows, mixed with 'dragon's breath' and 'bursting', poured down like locusts on the goblins that were swarming towards the caravan. In the blink of an eye, in the middle of the goblin group, a deadly wild daisy (red) bloomed. The grenadiers, specially organized by the guards, then used slings to also throw alchemical potions into the approaching group of goblins.

Crossbows, bows and arrows, slings, and dense strikes in the distance, middle, and near layers. Even the goblins in charge of the overseers and the bear goblins who attacked the fortifications were severely damaged after such a dense bombardment, and even the unlucky ones who were killed on the spot - the goblins' charge against the caravan also collapsed in a short time.

Take advantage of the time the shooters have gained in the slogan of "one-two, one-two, one-two". Barrett's front-line combatants finally completed the lineup and were ready to face the onslaught of the large hordes of goblins. What was more important was not just the readiness for battle, but the orderly retreat of the entire team to the slogan of Mr. Yvonne Edmonds.

Before the breakout, all the adventurers left suicide notes with the help of others - there were so few adventurers who could read and write, even among the caravan guards and men who could write. In order to solve this problem alone, all of you who were bloodstained with gray flowers were pulled to serve as temporary coolies.

Of course, the adventurers in the team not only left a suicide note, but also received the promise of several chamber of commerce stewards. As long as someone can escape the clutches, the eight chambers of commerce, large and small, will provide a generous compensation to the families of the war dead.

For the living, the reward for this operation will also be paid according to the maximum amount of the task completed - in the eyes of the natives, such a reward can only be regarded as an additive, and it is the greatest luck for them to be able to stay a life.

It is precisely because of this guarantee that all the adventurers in the caravan, from the top to the steward, have been twisted into a rope. It's just that in the eyes of players like Barrett, writing a suicide note is really psychologically awkward. But in order not to appear too maverick in the team, what should be written is still written.

In the face of the large crowd of goblins that pounced on him, Barrett used this move again with a large amount of consumption of his body. The dazzling silver arc blocked the broadsword, the greathammer, the arrows, the projectiles, and the fangs and claws of the goblins. Barrett single-handedly established a brief zone of safety for his companions.

Using the 'heart' to control the weapon and pursue the limit of 'strength and skill' is the mystery of the Iron Heart Flow-focusing on pure weapon use skills, and being able to complete these combat skills in an almost natural way, can be regarded as a true user of the Iron Heart Flow. There is no doubt that Barrett did just that.

War is about making a drum like a tiger, and once the advancing troops stagnate, it will not be far from being exhausted again. It was because of this that Barrett was desperately in danger of fatigue to stop the goblins' initial charge.

Although the scope of his influence is not large in the entire front, it can more or less add a little weight to the balance of victory. Barrett, who had blocked the goblin attack, stepped back half a step away to facilitate his own movements. Then, with the cooperation of his equally long arm, the 5-foot-long broadsword in his hand almost swung the advantage of being an inch long and an inch strong to the extreme.

The short stature of the goblins not only makes them inferior in height, but also represents short arms and legs. No matter how desperately these little ones wield their weapons, Barrett was always able to take advantage of his attack range to get the first step in bringing a huge blade down on their heads......

"I hate this bear goblin!" In the face of the sudden huge meteor hammer, even Barrett had to avoid the edge for a while. Dodging to the right, he slashed at the chain attached to the back of the hammer with the Mo knife in his hand, but unfortunately even Barrett's strength was not enough to cut off the iron lock that was the thickness of the child's arm.

However, due to the impact of Barrett's blow, the meteor hammer actually wrapped itself around the blade in his hand. It was an iron-clad dodge that dodged the ball back, and Barrett grabbed the iron lock of the meteor hammer with his right hand and controlled it in his own hand.

The bear goblin on the opposite side dragged hard a few times, and now that he was inferior to Barrett in strength, he actually gave up his weapon and began to retreat. This caught the aboriginal adventurers on both sides by surprise.

The entire caravan fought and retreated, leaving corpses in the path they had walked. There were caravan members, but more of them were goddamn goblins. Finally, about 15oo meters away from the original caravan station, the goblins stopped further attacks. In this way, the two sides distanced themselves from each other.

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