What are you going to do? are you just looking at it and are you going to try it again? Griffith hid in the darkness and watched the silent darkness outside the village.

Goblins have good night vision, and if they want to continue fighting after their first attack is frustrated, they will most likely not choose the main entrance and will attack over the wall...... However, more than a hundred goblins have died here, so is there any reason for the goblins outside the walls to attack?

The tribes that raid in order to plunder livestock, food, and population will definitely evacuate, and will not take the rest of the tribe at risk, and the survival of the tribe is the first priority of the living community.

"Griffith, they're moving!" suddenly whispered to Galadia, who was hiding against the wall to observe, "there are hundreds of them, and they are making a detour to the south, probably trying to jump over the wall from an undefended place to enter. ”

What? How could it be!

That's weird...... What's the point of the goblins' fuel-fueling tactics that only keep inflicting casualties on the village and themselves?

Are they at a point where they will be wiped out if they don't take the village?, or are they so large that they can ignore hundreds of casualties!

Lacking much time to think about this issue for a long time, Griffith left some villagers to guard the main entrance, and he and Galadia led some of the militia to intercept the goblin in a roundabout direction.

The goblins ran a long distance and were exhausted, so they chose a short section of the wall, set up a ladder and began to climb over it, and then dropped the rope and slid down the wall.

They'll build ladders!Griffith was even more shocked when he saw the goblins in action from the roof of the wall.

In the darkness, they moved very quickly, and in the blink of an eye, a dozen of them crossed the earthen walls of the village and entered the interior.

"Don't move, wait for them to come in and do it," Griffith said as he reached out to stop the eager militia. His plan was to wait for half of the goblins to enter the village before attacking.

The goblin who had climbed over the earthen wall didn't even make a move, and stood there as if waiting for something.

Are you waiting for the Goblin Warrior?, Griffith looked back at the nearby rooftop, where Galadia was lying in ambush.

With the help of elven archery, I can deal with even a goblin warrior. Griffith looked at the beautiful recurve bow and settled down a little.

At that moment, a lot of pitch-black things were thrown in from outside the wall. The goblins picked up the objects they had thrown in and gathered around the corners.

Before Griffith could see what was going on, several flaming torches were thrown over the earthen wall. The goblins immediately picked it up and set it on fire.

Everything that was thrown was all torches!

Unexpectedly, the goblins howled and scattered with weapons in one hand and torches in the other, starting to set fire to the houses in the village.

"Stop!" the militiamen jumped to their feet, weapons in hand, and rushed at the enemy.

"Don't scatter!" Griffith hurriedly shouted, "the shield presses against the shield, don't spread out!"

But no one listened to his cries. All everyone cares about is that the houses in the village are set on fire.

"Kill them!" the militia captain of Manisa Village led the charge, brandishing his shield and iron sword. The battle just now clearly showed that the goblins are very weak in combat, and they are not at all an opponent for adult males in a one-on-one situation.

The militia captain slashed down a goblin with his iron sword, and slashed his shield in a semicircle like Griffith, smashing another foe to the point of bursting his brain.

No problem! I'm strong, these little monsters are no match for me. The militia captain saw the goblin's brains mixed with blood splattering out, and his nervous heart relaxed a lot.

"Watch out below!"

Before the militia captain could understand what he meant, a diminutive goblin jumped up from his feet, a sharp knife in his hand and a knife into his lower abdomen.

Griffith rushed to help, stabbing the goblin down with a sword. But the militia captain shook and fell to the ground, twitching violently between the goblins' corpses.

It's hopeless...... Griffith fought back as he retreated under a wall. Above his head, Galadia was shooting a series of feathered arrows, knocking down the cockroach-like goblins.

More and more goblins are coming in and climbing over the walls to join the melee. The goblins who joined later were not armed with torches, and the arson just now seemed to be just some kind of tactic of theirs.

As the goblins had already thrown torches at the houses in the distance, a dozen militiamen under the earthen walls of the battle were besieged from all sides in the dim light. From time to time, people were beaten to death after their hamstrings were cut or their knees were broken and fell to the ground.

The blockade of Griffith's plan went bankrupt.

"Draw in with me! The Cadet Knight shouted loudly, trying to save the Manissa militia from collapsing.

But the villagers quickly collapsed in the heat of battle. After feeling that there were enemies scurrying around him, and his friends were constantly injured and fell to the ground, many of the militiamen lost their weapons and did not know where to run.

In the midst of this scuffle, the bloodthirsty goblins became even more insane. After knocking down a villager, they swarmed up, shouting and smashing their victims with sticks and stones. There are even some particularly brutal ones who directly start to eat flesh and blood.

"Griffith, I only have three arrows left!" Galadia retracted her longbow and announced a bad news, "The militia has broken down, let's run." ”

The goblins in the village are fighting in the east and west, and only a few are attacking Griffith. But as the battle progresses, sooner or later, the goblins will notice the midshipman in this open field and take him out in overwhelming numbers.

"No, you can't run, or the village will be finished!"

"If we don't run quickly, we'll be done. Galadia jumped from the roof and stood beside the midshipman. The houses in the village were so far apart that she couldn't jump around on the rooftops.

"Then let's move the attack!" Griffith turned and ran towards the two surrounded militiamen.

Several villagers had already fallen around the militia, and they would have fled if they hadn't been surrounded by the group.

"Follow me," Griffith slashed a goblin in two with a sword, "Follow me and you'll have a way to live." ”

The frightened villagers were immediately convinced, and ran with Griffith to another scuffle site. There, three scarred militiamen were being beaten by seven or eight goblins.

"I'll leave this to me!" Galadia pulled out two silver blades with a slight arc at her waist, and her figure appeared behind the goblin in a flash, wielding her twin knives and spinning.

Three or four goblins fell to the ground in unison like saplings swept away by a storm. Before the remaining goblins could react, Griffith had already arrived in front of them to slash them.

This attracted the attention of most of the goblins in the melee. As soon as they saw that there were seven people gathered here, they immediately screamed and surrounded them from all directions.

"Get out into that alley, I'll cover you!" Griffith, who had gathered five militiamen, shielded the goblins, covering them as they retreated down the alley.

What I didn't expect was that this retreat would be out of control. Three of the militiamen who had just been rescued lost their weapons, waved their arms and fled without a trace. The other two were also terrified, hesitantly obeying Griffith's command.

"Don't run! this is your village, where can you run!~" The anxious Galadia and Griffith kept a distance of two meters to cover his right side, and unleashed a fatal blow at the outflanked goblins. The silver knife waved and set off a rain of blood, as beautiful as dancing under the falling cherry blossoms.

For a moment, Griffith was captivated by Galadia's dance-like knife skills, and almost indulged in the beauty of the picture. This effect didn't seem to work just for Griffith, as the goblins who tried to besiege Galadia were also dizzy, and even their movements became sluggish.

Griffith retreated into the alley with the two militiamen who did not flee before he came to his feet. This alley is made up of earthen walls connected by several courtyards, allowing only two people to pass side by side, and will not be outflanked by goblins for a short time.

"Hold here," Griffith stood firm in the direction of the goblins, and in the blink of an eye, a large group of goblins who had already tasted human blood brandished their long and short weapons, and pressed towards the midshipman like a huge wave.

The goblins stacked one on top of the other, their blood-soaked eyes wide, their teeth cracked open and they made an itchy sound.

"There are too many of them!" said Galadia, both startled by the swarming enemies. When the two militiamen who followed her saw this scene, they screamed in fright and turned around and ran.

"Go up to the roof, Griffith!" shouted the elven archer, "we can't stop it!"

"Nope. ”

Griffith was the last to retreat to the entrance of the alley, shielded himself with his shield, raised his right hand and pressed it against his helmet and visor, turned to the pale-faced elf girl, and said, "I have won the battle." ”

In Galadia's horrified gaze, the black visor fell. The confident and determined face was transformed into a cold and hideous monster. In the cracks of the black iron, the blade-like gaze was as strange and evil as the red moon soaked in blood.

The apprentice knight leaned slightly sideways and took a small step back to the left, leaving only a narrow gap on the left-hand side. His sword was pointed diagonally to the right, where the goblins would break through.

"Bang!" the goblin crashed into Griffith's shield in the narrow passageway, making a dull noise. The Apprentice Knight's sword stabbed out like lightning, killing the enemies it collided with a single blow.

The swarming little monsters pounced from the gaps under the shield and to the left. One of them crashed into the shin armor and fell to the ground, and before it could get up, the heavy iron boots stomped down, and the goblin was trampled to the chest collapsing on the spot.

Griffith slammed to the left, and the goblins that were about to burrow through the gap were squeezed into a ball of meatloaf.

Griffith, who had completed this move, took a step back and stabbed the enemy on his right with another sword.

The large group of goblins in the back stepped on the corpses in front of them, shouting and jumping at them. By this time, Griffith had finished retreating, and the goblin who jumped up was sticking in on the blade.

A stone flew over and made a "thump" on the black iron helmet, almost bouncing into the face of Galadia behind her. The elf saw the apprentice knight stumbling, but immediately steadied himself and stabbed downwards with his sword, stabbing a goblin to the ground as it tried to get through.

The Cadet Knight blocked most of the alley with his shield and broad shoulders, barely swinging his sword to attack, just retreating as he kept stabbing at the goblins trying to cut through the gap.

In the eyes of the hordes of goblins, although this tall human is vicious, there are gaps under his feet and left hand, and there is a large gap on the right side, and he can be stuffed into two goblins by squeezing it, and as long as he rushes again, he will definitely be killed.

Griffith fought and retreated, his shield just against the goblin's path, prostrate even if the dwarf creatures tried to get in, and his right hand kept a quick stab, taking a small half step back every time the blade pierced a goblin's defenseless body, not seeking to kill on the spot, only to leave the enemy screaming with blood splattered on the ground.

From time to time, the goblin would squeeze in and slam Griffith's leather armor or iron gauntlet with a sharp or blunt weapon in his hand. However, this attack could not penetrate the double-armor defenses, and the unarmored goblin would soon be killed by the Trainee Knight's counterattack. As the wounded continued to fall to the ground, the narrow path was filled with struggling and wailing goblins.

They screamed and grabbed their companions' hands and feet, begging to pull themselves.

In this way, the roars of the goblins were mixed with an eerie sound. Goblin attacks are becoming more and more difficult due to the wounded soldiers all over the ground. Griffith's blade made a "poof" sound as it pierced through the goblin's lean body, a strange sound that continued as the battle progressed, like someone sawing wood with a worn-out saw.

Galadia was stunned by what she saw, and she tried to go up and help several times, but she couldn't do anything. The Apprentice Knight is like a reef in a stormy wave, unscathed by endless attacks. Maintaining a mechanical, slightly twisted stance, he quickly harvested the lives of his enemies with small movements. His attacks were like millstones, with new life infused into them, and then producing one broken limb after another and thick blood stains smeared all over the ground.

More and more goblins were attracted to them, stepping on dead or badly injured goblins in front of them, wading through the blood with one foot deep and one foot shallow, finally knocking down in front of the enemy, then rushing to their left front, and then being knocked down by a sword, or burrowing into the gap between the shield and the ground and walls, and then being smashed into the skulls and smeared with brains to smear the mud.

Occasionally, one or two goblins managed to pounce on Griffith's side, swinging their weapons at the armored humans in the chaos. Unfazed, Griffith picked up the attack with his double armor and swung his sword to knock them to the ground, before continuing to take a small step back. Although goblins wield a variety of weapons, shields make it difficult for inferior machetes, axes, and daggers to penetrate the double layers of leather and chain mail.

In just a few minutes, Griffith suffered only minor injuries. He had already taken twenty or so steps back into the alley, and there were dead and wounded goblins all the way. Above these dead and wounded goblins are a chaotic team of goblins. The goblins who came up stepped on the fallen and dying goblins, screaming as you pushed and shoved towards the trainee knight.

Suddenly, the crowded line stopped. The ferocity and madness in the eyes of the corpse-strewn goblins at their feet had been wiped out, and they looked at the corpse-paved road under their feet and the human armor at the end of the road that blocked their view.

Since just now, the goblins have been pouring troops, momentum, and flesh here, and all the living ones are already standing in the ground with broken flesh and blood.

"Whew~" A breath of hot air exhaled from under the black iron mask, and the goblins shrank back nervously.

"Hurrah!" Griffith slammed forward with his shield and stabbed his sword in front of the right. Two goblins fell. The goblins that followed them fell like dominoes.

The goblins that were crowded in the alley immediately faltered, and the dense ranks collapsed in an instant like rotten beams. The team that had just been moving forward collectively turned their heads and ran in the direction they came.

The dense corpses and blackened blood stains on the ground were just a little troublesome when they attacked just now, and now they have become a deadly moat. The goblin's short legs tripped over the flesh and blood stumps of their own kind, making it almost impossible to move.

Griffith threw his shield down and drew his axe from his waist and slashed at his sword. Two storms of cold light swept across the back of the goblins' necks, slashing them to the ground one by one.

Corpses were stacked on top of each other, pus, blood, and cerebral plasma mixed. The goblin brigade collapsed completely, and they fled towards the exit of the alley. Several goblins tripped over corpses on the ground, and the goblins behind them stepped on their heads and chests to crawl over. The goblins who were trampled under their feet struggled desperately, pushing their fellow goblins to escape from the pain and suffocation, only to trip more goblins to the ground, and in the blink of an eye, they became a one-man wall of flesh.

The Goblin Shaman witnessed this happening just outside the alley. It and other lucky men were also frightened. When Griffith stepped on the top of the pile of corpses as tall as one man, the goblins who had not yet entered the battle were slumped on the ground in fright.

"Who else?" said Griffith, standing on top of the corpses, gasping for breath and shouting in a hoarse voice. At his feet, the few lucky goblins were desperately trying to pull themselves out of the corpse.

As soon as he finished speaking, the apprentice knight raised his iron boots and stepped on them hard, and the goblin who was trying to get out of the pile of corpses opened his mouth and spat out a ball of internal organs and died on the spot.

"Who else? is that you?" Griffith raised his blood-dripping sword and pointed at a frightened goblin in front of him, his blood-red gaze projecting through the dark mask onto the little monster.

"Or you!?" Griffith raised his axe and threw it at the stunned shaman.

A flash of blood flashed, and the goblin shaman's head was split in half. The other goblins leapt from the ground as if they were spring-loaded and ran towards the dirt walls of the village.