"Stop them!" Gothra shouted to the back of the line as he ducked behind the guards.

A group of goblins had pounced on Ophelia. The three Shotorals with her were all Assault Scouts under the Assault Cavalry Formation, and they didn't wear iron armor, but the fine leather armor was not something that goblin weapons could easily penetrate.

Ophelia deftly dodged a short spear that stabbed at her, swinging her sword and slicing open the throat of her foe. The goblin didn't even scream before he fell down. As she fought, she took the time to use her blade to pick open the ropes that bound the girls' hands.

This four-man squad controls the combat distance and fights, constantly throwing throwing knives or arrows to knock down the goblins behind them, leaving a small amount to kill in front of them. However, the space in which they can maneuver is not unlimited.

Once the captured girls were unrestrained, the Raider Scout took out the wands and vitality potions he had prepared and stuffed them into their hands.

As soon as Sonia broke free, she took the wand that Shut had handed her and waved it forward. Her movements were very decisive, her chanting was swift and accurate, and it seemed that she had been thinking about how to resist for a long time during the time she was captured.

In front of the four Shultolars, a large arc-shaped area of ice immediately appeared, and there was an extremely cold freezing air hovering and tumbling on top of the ice. Sonya's spell was enhanced by a double spell, and the goblins who stepped on the ice either slipped and fell to the ground or suffered severe frostbite.

"Use a control spell!" Sonia was dizzy as she finished her spell, and Silver Fang clenched her teeth and took two steps back against the trunk of a tree, shouting to the girls as they broke free.

A few dozen paces away from them, Griffith was slaughtering the goblin line with 11 armored Shultolars.

"Stop them!" shouted a shaman, snatching the Bone Cloth Banner and leading the charge towards Shotolar. The swarming goblins supported their counterparts in front of them, forming layers of flesh barriers.

Dressed in half-body armor, iron gauntlets and shin armor, iron helmets, and huge shields in their hands, the cadet knights were embedded in a dense group of goblins at an obtuse angle. Goblins from the front and right attack are dense like a summer rainstorm.

"Stomp on them!"

The front row of Shotolar raised their shields together and crashed head-on, and the goblins that were hit fell like dominoes, and even several of them flew out upside down.

Just after the impact, the second row of Shotorals flashed out and slashed towards the cracked goblin phalanx. The fine sword of the Homonwarts vault easily sliced through the goblin's armor, sending a rain of severed limbs and blood.

"Don't retreat!" the goblin shaman shouted in a language that humans don't understand, "the one in front is dead, and the one in the back is made up!"

"Boom!"

To the sound of the chaotic drums of war, the goblins rushed up with red eyes like crazy rats, and they rushed forward to fill the battle line that had just been torn apart.

Shut Toral came to a sudden standstill. But it was only momentarily stagnant.

Suddenly, they erupted in an earth-shattering momentum again, and the impenetrable shield wall slammed head-on.

"Phew!"

A dozen goblins flew out once more, smashing down a single piece of their own ranks. The remaining goblins slashed madly at the onrushing shield wall. Before they could regroup, another round of swords rolled in the queue of Shultral.

They are like iron teeth in the plough, rolling over the broken flesh. The goblins that surged up were swept into the sword and sword shadows in the blink of an eye, and they were torn apart in pieces.

......

"The warriors will soon destroy those women, in just two minutes!" said the Gothlin shaman in the guard to Gothra, who had stepped aside, "and we are far outnumbered of them. ”

"It's impossible, in a minute the humans will run over our corpses," Gothra shook his head, "The warriors keep attacking, the guards come with me." ”

"We should kill the weak women first! They don't have iron armor!" The last goblin troll roared, and without waiting for Gothra to reply, he rushed to the rear of the battleline, shouting as he ran, "Warriors, follow me and tear those women apart!"

"Wait!" the goblin shaman didn't have time to stop him, and watched as a large group of goblins left their positions with a whirl, and rushed in the direction of Ophelia and the goblin trolls.

"Let it go. Gothra shook the dust off his hat and put it back on, turning his head into the dark woods, no longer looking at the bloody battlefield.

Griffith, who was acting as an assault arrowhead, saw through the gaps in his helmet's visor that several goblins had broken away from their blocking positions and were running under the tree where Ophelia and the others were under the leadership of a troll.

"Oh yes! this is dead!" Ophelia and the others were forced to retreat under a large tree, their backs to the wide, thick trunk of the tree to resist. Fortunately, Fiona and several others, who were also caught, reluctantly cast a mud-making spell nearby with their wands, which greatly slowed down the speed of the goblins.

The goblins who couldn't rush up for a while could only shoot rocks and bows and arrows frantically.

"Roar!"

Suddenly, there was a loud bang, and a thick tree trunk flew over, hitting a fighting Shotolar. She immediately spat out a mouthful of blood and was sent flying.

The goblin trolls hurled a giant tree at them, and at such close range, it was hard to miss.

The frightened Scouts immediately rained their bows and arrows at the troll, but their feathered arrows dug into the thick crust, only causing the troll to tremble slightly.

"The second shot is coming!" Sonia watched as the troll tore through a tree with arrows, plucking branches and leaves. Beside it, a large swarm of goblins was throwing a dense mass of stones. Everyone is now crowded in a narrow area, and if they are hit by the trunk of a tree, they will be seriously injured if they do not die.

"Cover me!" Ophelia took off her helmet and shook her dangling golden ponytail.

The remaining two Shutlors immediately threw down their bows and arrows, and raised their small round shields against the rain of stones.

The trolls also noticed Ophelia and were more than happy to take out three armored humans at once. It gestured in the direction and picked up the giant tree with a sly smile.

Ophelia's red left eye suddenly became brighter and brighter, like a jewel, shining with a bewildering brilliance. She stared into the troll's eyes, unconcerned about the deadly giant tree in its hands.

"Boom!" a rock struck Ophelia in the forehead, smashing her to the ground. But she shook and stood again, her blood-red pupils already appearing as if they were about to devour heaven and earth.

Griffith, who was about to break through the goblin front, suddenly felt suffocated, and a huge sense of crisis came from in front of him. As soon as he looked up, he saw the suffocating blood glint in Ophelia's eyes, and he almost attacked subconsciously.

MONOCULUS, similar to Galadia's MONOCULUS!

The goblin trolls are unaware of the immediate crisis. In its opinion, the human woman not far away was just a terribly red eye. The goblin troll stretched its arms, ready to throw the thick giant tree forward.

Ophelia's gaze seemed to go straight to her heart, staring at the troll among the stones and sticks that rained down.

"Your goal will be lost, and your will will be controlled by madness. ”

The goblin troll shuddered suddenly, and a simple throw was suddenly disrupted, and the heavy log was not thrown where it should have been. Then, the clumsy troll suddenly went berserk, roaring and grabbing the trunk of a tree and sweeping towards its own kind.

"Woo!" The goblin warriors gathered around the trolls were struck by a giant tree larger than their bodies, and in an instant they turned into a mass of rotten flesh and blood, and with the crackling and cracking sound of the trumpet, the group of goblins who had just been screaming and fighting were swept away.

Ophelia collapsed as soon as her body went limp, and bright red blood flowed from the socket of her left eye, and it was obvious that the blow had taken a great toll on her.

"No, this is the Favored of the Evil God," Gothra shrugged as he had taken a shaman with him, "You see, the human power is still strong, and we are still weak. This is a commando team composed entirely of elite non-commissioned officers of the human race, and as long as their numbers reach a certain size, in a regular face-to-face battle, even a twenty-fold numerical advantage plus trolls are like paper. ”

"Leader, let's run, the warriors are no longer able to resist," the goblin shaman anxiously looked at the bloodied battle line killed by Shotoral, "we have failed. ”

"Defeat?" Goshra curled the corners of his mouth, "why do you think I'm here to fight them, why are I talking nonsense with that human, why are you giving him time to go back to our rear?"

......

The goblin troll looked at the giant tree in his hand inexplicably. The uneven trunk was covered with flesh and blood, and the white bones were embedded in the bark, dripping with disgusting pus. The warriors who had followed it were gone.

Not understanding what was happening, the troll decided not to embarrass itself. In that moment, the muddy and frozen hex unleashed by the human female had gradually dissipated, and the goblin trolls once again raised the giant tree, raising their arms and shouting.

"Kill all the human dogs!"

Before he could finish speaking, a throwing gun pierced through its fat right side of the waist and abdomen, and the sharp head of the spear pierced through its back, glistening with blood on its belly.

"Woo!" the goblin troll subconsciously turned its head, only to see that between the blood mist and severed limbs, several humans with iron bodies had crushed the goblin blockade and threw a series of silvery-white flashes at it.

"Poof, poof!" After a series of eerie sounds, the goblin troll's arms, neck, and knees were pierced with four throwing spears. The troll immediately felt its strength and blood gushing out of its body, and it subconsciously reached out to cover its wounds, but its palms were full of blood in the blink of an eye.

In less than a minute, 12 Shotorals pierced the goblin's defenses from the front, leaving a trail of flesh and limbs.

As soon as Griffith threw his spear, he swung his sword and slashed down an escaped goblin, and the burly monster slowly fell to the ground. However, a goblin troll can be eye level with him even if he falls to his knees. Griffith didn't dare to be careless, and swung his sword at the troll.

The goblin troll, who was still trying to struggle, had its throat cut off, and blood splattered out. Even so, it was not dead, clutching its throat and letting out a dull roar.

Midianmaya and a few other Shutolars followed, swinging their swords at the troll. Murat slashed half of its face with a sword, and the monster fell to the ground with a "boom".

"It's too slow~too slow!" Ophelia complained to Griffith as she leaned against the trunk of a tree with gauze over her bleeding eyes.

Griffith and the rest of the Shotorals broke through the center, slaughtering most of the goblins and piercing the phalanx in less than a minute. It didn't take much time, but it almost allowed the goblins to break Ophelia's defenses. If Ophelia hadn't used mysterious power at the critical moment, most of this group of girls would not have survived.

A short time ago, a Shitolar was seriously injured by a giant tree, and after emergency treatment, he was still unconscious. In addition, several girls were struck by rocks and bows and arrows, and they wept in pain.

"Bandage it, take the wounded and we'll get out of here right away!" Griffith hurriedly examined the badly injured Shultolar, and found that although she was still alive, she was only hanging for her life with the first-level healing spells and potions in everyone's hands.

"A lot of people are wounded and exhausted," said Murat, who led a few men to raise their shields around them, panting for breath, "rest before you go." ”

Others gave them approving glances. Everyone marched heavily and then immediately into battle, and were now very tired.

"No, you can't stay here!" Griffith exclaimed, "Look around, is this a place to stay!"

The pale moonlight cast a faint glow on the meadows in the forest. Broken and broken corpses were everywhere. The intestines hung from the bushes, and the foul-smelling blood dripped down the stems and leaves. Swarms of worms emerge from the dirt and revel around the flesh.

Sonya, who had been desperately resisting just now, looked at the flesh and blood all over the ground, and hurriedly turned her head to cover her mouth.

"This is the Whispering Forest, even in a forbidden place that is usually forbidden to set foot in, and we will fight again, and soon the monsters in the forest will gather here to enjoy the blood food," Griffith withdrew his throwing gun from the troll, "Hurry up and recover the weapon, let's get out of here." ”

Although everyone was very tired, the sense of crisis in such a dangerous situation still made everyone move. Murat and the others quickly made a stretcher out of branches, vines, clothes, and shields to lift the badly wounded Shutolar.

"Woo!~" A terrible scream suddenly came from the darkness in the distance. The screams make it possible to tell that this is the dying cry of a goblin deserter.

This was followed by a terrible and terrifying scream that everyone had never heard before.

The freshmen of Holmonwaltz quickened their pace without supervision, fleeing towards the path from which they had come. Griffith leads the way, weaving through the woods and rocks along the markers.

Every now and then, the screams of the goblins could be heard from the depths of the trees in the distance. At first, there were some angry screams, but soon the screams were filled with despair and pain, and then gradually subsided.

The pale moon looked down on the fugitives from an unreachable height. The dense forest, where there was an occasional scream or two, had become silent at some point, and something seemed to be watching them in the dark.

"Griffith," Ophelia, whose face was covered in blood, approached Griffith and whispered in his ear, "we have been overtaken. ”