The silver spear is very bright in the night sky.

Around him there was a sound of exhalation, followed by countless flickering strips of light. Visible in the air were javelins with dark tips.

A simple black iron spear head is only the simplest polishing, and it may not be able to pierce people when it is usually used to pierce people, but under the action of gravity, the javelin, which is only 80 centimeters long, first climbs to the highest altitude, crosses two wooden fences, and then falls down the slope of the slope in a beautiful parabola.

All the javelins are pointing at the Darkmoon goblins. Originally, there were goblins who relied on their agility to try to dodge the arrival of these gods of death from the sky.

It's a pity that the battlefield is too crowded.

None of the orcs noticed that the path was obstructed by half-damaged wooden fences from time to time along the way, and although there were not many roadblocks, the route they were traveling had been unknowingly induced.

The charge cannot be stopped, and this charge of death will either end with the total destruction of humanity, or it will end with the collapse of the orcs, and by the time the goblins find out, they are already their own people crowding their own people, completely like canned sardines.

Perhaps, this is the so-called justice from heaven.

Even if the Darkmoon goblins are equipped with thumb-thick wooden shields, if it is a human arrow, maybe all kinetic energy has been reduced after penetrating the wooden shield. The unlucky ones may get their hands pierced, but more often than not, they will continue to charge with a porcupine-like shield.

But that's the javelin.

The heavier and heavier javelin brings unmatched shield-breaking ability. The black light pierced a newspaper like a newspaper, pierced the shield, pierced the wolfskin armor on the goblin's body, and finally pinned the slender green body to the ground.

"Whoaaaaaaaaa

If you die on the spot, it is still a kind of happiness. The worst thing is that it is like a frog waiting to be dissected, its body is nailed to the ground by several javelins, but none of them hit the vital point, and the whole body is still struggling and convulsing unconsciously in severe pain. While tasting the taste of despair, he watched as the hideous Grim Reaper looming in mid-air slowly raised the scythe of death......

A squadron of more than 100 Darkmoon goblins, and finally broke through the javelin rain and successfully rushed to the front of the first fence, less than five.

The goblins were confused.

They lost all their courage to attack, and they tried to flee with their way, but they couldn't find a way at all. The slopes in front of the new Lorraine were densely covered with sharp wooden thorns. The only place you can leave is the way you came.

In a panic, they threw away their weapons and tried to retreat the way they came, only to be swept forward again by a second wave of goblins.

"Projection!" shouted Gal.

More than 500 javelins were poured over, and a large number of them died in an instant.

"Go on!" suddenly a cold voice came from afar.

"No! my people will die......! Wow-"

In Martin's binoculars, he watched the tall black orc lift the captain of the Darkmoon Goblin with one hand, and then pinch the goblin's head with one hand.

Luckily, it was night, so it wasn't too light, otherwise Martin would have vomited all of last night's dinner.

"Continue—" That was the unmistakable tone.

If you don't continue to send it, the one who will die will be the vice-captain of the Darkmoon Goblin.

This is the sorrow of the vassal race.

The goblins desperately shouted the slogan "Whoa, whoa, whoa!" and tragically threw the remaining hundreds of people into battle at once.

Dozens of goblins wanted to turn around and run, but they were immediately slaughtered by the black orcs in the rear with heavy weapons such as giant axes. As soon as the axe passed, two or three goblins were instantly split into green and red parts.

The fragile bones of the goblins, under the bombardment of this heavy weapon, personally performed what it means to be crushed.

Ten minutes later, the goblins were almost dead.

Gal came to tell Martin that the javelins were still there, but many of them couldn't throw anymore, and their arms were sore.

Martin is iron-clad, he knows the orc's plan, which is to use more elite cannon fodder to consume Lorrainburg's long-range combat power. Even if there are no dead people in Lorraineburg, if you can't throw the javelin, it is also a kind of loss of combat power.

It is conceivable that if they were now in close combat, those militias would have been slaughtered as if they were chickens and ducks.

"Whew-quack-"

"Whew-quack-"

The black orcs in heavy armor began to enter, shouting a strange trumpet as a way to coordinate their pace. In the past, the heavy armor on their bodies weighed at least a hundred pounds, and if they were humans, few of them could walk.

The black orc, still looking very well-fed, trotted over.

Martin blushed: "It's okay, it hasn't exceeded our expectations so far." With that, his fingers flickered, and suddenly a line of archers stood behind him.

The archery skills of the peasant archers could not be counted on. Those who had hunted a little were all assigned to the previous group of archers who set fires. The rest of it will only bend the bow and arrow.

When the bow and arrow are off the string, where will the arrow go......

Let it be!

It's a pity that Martin really has no one to use, and it's better to follow the fate than nothing. He had already seen forty-year-old aunts and fifty- and sixty-year-old uncles standing in the archery team.

In this world, there are few resources, survival is cruel, and civilians are too old to grow old in their fifties. Martin really doubted that if they would shoot the spearmen in the front row after they fired their arrows.

It's arson again!

The road in front of the slope was already full of haystacks.

Only this time, the fire attack failed!

Martin never expected that the black orcs would be so brave and intelligent, and just as the rocket was lit, the black orcs had already begun to frantically destroy the sharp logs and fences on both sides of the road. The three-centimeter-thick thick thick iron shield can't be picked up by humans at all. But the black orcs were able to dance the big shield, which was slightly smaller than the door panel, like a bulldozer, and ploughed a way out on both sides.

By the time the rocket-induced fire broke out, most of the black orcs had actually left the fire.

"Oooo

"Bang, bang, bang!" was the Black Orcs taunting humans in their own way.

Martin smiled bitterly while blushing: "Whoever tells me in the future that orcs have no brains, I will be in a hurry." ”

All offenses are just a foreshadowing for an existence.

When humanity's traps and ranged weapons are almost exhausted, trolls finally come in.

"Trebuchet! Kill that monster for me!"

Cumbersome trebuchets used to smash people, even if they are huge trolls, they still miss nine out of ten.

After waiting for two minutes, a large stone egg with a diameter of 30 centimeters hit the troll's left shoulder. If a person is hit, it is estimated that it will become a meatloaf this time.

However, the guy just tilted his body, and ugly green saliva came out of his foul mouth.

It grinned!

No pain, no itching!