The goblins looked a little unexpected, like children, and they didn't look very dirty compared to the slumbers, unlike the legends.

Arthur saw that most of them were still wearing clothes, some of them were wearing straw roots woven into hats, they had the least sense of shame and the consciousness to decorate themselves, they were more like a sapient race than savage ogres and orcs.

All kinds of indications show that they were civilized, or at least once had a civilization.

This is in line with the legend that there was a goblin civilization in ancient times.

But now, they are considered by the dominant race of intelligent creatures in the world of Loland to have lost their civilization, alongside the likes of ogres and kobolds.

Everywhere they look, goblins are a scorn for the lowliest.

This is the sorrow of the degenerate of civilization!

Just like the chaotic charge of this group of goblin bandits in front of them.

Although they are very short, only about one meter two or three, but there are more than a thousand dwarfs, all over the eyes, forming a black oppressive piece rushing towards you, that kind of scene is still very intimidating.

There are only less than a hundred people on his own side to face a thousand goblins, such a disparity in proportion, but this kind of power does not seem to be taken into account by the silver knight Lancelot at all.

"Stupid goblins, only blood and death will teach you how to respect order!"

The silver knight put on his silver arm, and put on his beloved little round shield,

"In that case, let us give you death!"

Then he put his great sword back into its scabbard, and drew his spear.

"Come on! Guys, let's bathe these despicable creatures in the glory of the Lord! ”

Roar! May God grant you and me glory!

The knights shouted together with their riding spears against their breastplates and helmets, and although there were only seventeen knights, they shouted out a thousand.

The silver knight raised his spear in the air,

"Now, then, charge!"

As he spoke, he drove his horses and rushed towards the goblins on the other side.

Charge!

Behind him, sixteen knights shone at the same time, and the knights' unique knightly skill: charge, was blessed on both the knights themselves and the horses under their hips. The muscles were expanding, the blood was surging in the veins, the horses under the crotch instantly accelerated to a rapid speed, and the knights galloped, like a violent wind, like lightning, with an invincible will, rushing forward.

Even Arthur was watching from the side, this is the battle formation charge of the knights of the Lorain Continent!

Although there were only seventeen knights, they formed a cone formation with the long knight spear in Lancelot's hand as a sharp cone, and in the face of more than a thousand goblin bandits, they rushed out as if they were thousands of troops!

Although the goblin bandits on the opposite side were numerous, they were so weak in front of this terrifying knightly charging formation.

Almost as soon as he saw it, Arthur saw from a distance that the milky white light on the silver knight's body, like a sharp sword, cut a deep crack in the formation of the goblins on the ground, like scissors cutting a carpet, and the crack cracked at a speed visible to the naked eye.

And as time passed, this rift continued to deepen, becoming wider, and the rift quickly spread to both sides, and in the blink of an eye, the goblins' originally dense charging formation was scattered.

By the time they rushed over in a scattered manner and rushed to the front of their own battle formation, the original charging formation was already scattered.

Then they waited for the bows and arrows of the archers.

These archers are all professionals, Arthur has seen warrior professionals in the past, but he has not seen the horror of the archer professionals in the world of Loraine.

I saw these archers perform their own fancy archery techniques with their own characteristics, some are meteor arrows, one arrow after another, almost connected in a line, the frequency is almost like an automatic rifle, and even more exaggerated is that almost every arrow can shoot an enemy, and the archers don't even need to aim.

Arthur was dumbfounded. Is this still an archer? This is obviously a machine gun to cut down.

There are also archers who are similar to peacock opening the screen, every time the bowstring in the archer's hand is loose, a whole piece of arrow is shot, and even so, each arrow can accurately find every enemy, which is simply amazing.

This is more like a homing missile in Arthur's eyes than a bow and arrow!

These archers easily reminded Arthur of Hawkeye in the Women's League.

Dozens of hawkeyes get together, what is that concept?

Arthur saw the goblins being shot to death one by one, and in the face of the goblins, the archers exerted more destructive power than Arthur had imagined.

If it were a heavily armed dwarf or a dragon with a strong defensive opponent, the archers might not have such destructive power, but at this time, facing goblins with only rudimentary leather armor, the archers' power was almost magnified to the maximum.

Most of the goblins who rushed to their phalanx were shot by the archers before they could reach it. In the end, the warriors who rushed to the front were only a few dozen goblins.

The thin goblin with a height of only one meter and two or three was pitiful like a baby in front of the strong warriors who were generally more than two meters tall, and the big sword in the hands of the warriors blessed with blessing spells was a large amount of blood and internal organs flowing out.

Come on!

For Loshanda!

For the dawn!

Like a volcanic eruption, the long-awaited paladins burst out with their most powerful battle intent, and the bloodthirsty killing intent turned into a flood that burst the embankment and spread in all directions, and the charging paladins swept towards the goblins on the battlefield like a hurricane.

The high-speed charging knights were constantly inserting and cutting, filtering out the lives of the large groups of goblins on the plain like a sieve, and everything that stood in their charging path could not hinder the charge launched by the Templar knights, and the formation of the goblins was cut in two by the knights like tissue paper, and then these goblins who had lost the cover of the formation were crushed, crushed, torn apart and stirred back and forth by the paladin meat grinders who followed in.

Looking at the past, the battlefield was full of miserably escaped goblins.

The battle has reached this point, and even if the degraded IQ is complete, they know that they have hit an iron plate today.

This looks like an ordinary caravan team, but it is actually a legion composed almost entirely of professionals, and with that small group of Templars just now, it is enough to crush their entire army of goblin bandits, not to mention, there are more paladins and archers behind.

This is no longer a battle, this is a massacre!

The pros' prowess is on full display in this kind of battle.

And Arthur, the spectator of this battle, watched this massacre in a daze, is this the combat power of the professionals of the Lorain world after the scale is formed?

Moreover, as far as he knew, most of these people who appeared today were probably only the most basic professionals, and as for those higher-level professionals, or even legends, how terrifying it should be!