Freya suddenly realized that the goblins in her sight didn't seem to have the slightest sense of what was about to happen. Of course, if they were foolish enough to find out, maybe they wouldn't be dancing around the campfire like they are now. Their dancing is silly, and all you can see is some green skins writhing weirdly and irregularly, and there is nothing aesthetic about it.

If a brilliant painter can paint this scene, then maybe the work has a chance to become a masterpiece of the painter. People don't always like to appreciate something gorgeous, and weird, funny works like this have a chance to be appreciated. Of course, there are no painters here, but a group of martial arts people who don't know anything about art.

The team arrived at Freya's location, and tried not to make any big noise. The Bantu elder walked from the leader of the group to Freya's side, he first observed the situation on the other side, then looked at Freya and spoke. "That's all?"

Freya nodded, "That's all, just keep an eye on the catapults." ”

That was enough for the Bantu Elder, who turned around and walked over to Bankarur, who was on the side of the line, and whispered a few words to him. At this time, Maffeo also observed Bankarul's expression from the corner of his eye, trying to guess from his expression what the Bantu elder had said to him. There is no doubt that although Bankarul is closer to Maffeo and others than others are to him, his heart has always belonged to the Bantu people. So to be expected, Maffeo couldn't read anything useful from his expression.

Freya pinched her binoculars and walked back to Maffeo in the group, "No accidents, right?"

"No, they still want to break through with brute force as always, although it's not impossible, I really don't think those goblins can cause us any trouble. Maffeo spread his hands indifferently.

"Yes, when those snowballs hit their heads, they knew how stupid it was to underestimate goblins. Freya smiled helplessly.

"Really, do you really think so?" said Maffeo in surprise, apparently not believing the goblin-operated catapult to be a threat.

"Anyway, I'm going to have to get ready. Freya shoved the monocular back into Maffeo's hand and walked to the back of the line.

Excited, Schultz approached Maffeo's side, eager to draw his sword and rush over now. "Well, have they decided what to do?"

"Will you follow their commands?"

"I don't care about any hell orders, I'm only here for the purpose of killing monsters. ”

"Well, good luck then. Maffeo grimaced at Schultz.

Disagreements between Bantu and outsiders can happen at any time, and apparently, in order to ensure that such things are minimized, the Bantu elders did not let outsiders risk their own to test the monster's strength this time. Bancarul took his men and pounced directly from the side and rushed towards the unsuspecting goblins, who looked frightened on the surface and wanted to flee quickly to the back of the horse, which confused everyone's judgment for a while. The smaller, goblin commander sitting on a catapult smiled as if his prey had been hooked.

While Bankarur's first wave of attacks managed to clear out almost half of the greenskinned goblins, the same was true when the snowballs thrown by the catapult landed on their sides and heads. None of them expected the snowballs projected by the modified catapult to be lethal, and they couldn't laugh anymore when they saw the brains of an unlucky guy smashed out.

Some of the outsiders retreated, while others had to take up their weapons and go to Bankarur's aid, urged by the elders and shamans. Freya, on the other hand, found a good position to shoot, and in order to hide herself, she specially smeared some snow on her clothes. Since there are no conditions, then go and create conditions, and the idea of being imprisoned will only make you die without a place to be buried.

"Say it when you're ready. Maffeo said lightly, he looked at Schultz, and the other party's face was already full of nervousness. After seeing the scene with his own eyes, his excitement vanished in an instant.

Schultz swallowed and spoke. "I ...... I'm ready. ”

"Let's go. The sword leaped out from behind the boulder where it was hiding and rushed in the direction of the catapult.

The rejection of the horses posed a major obstacle for Bankarul and others, who had to withstand the pressure of catapults during the demolition process. If you're unlucky, the next person to see your brain may be yourself. Of course, before Bancarur was ready to act, the rushing Maffeo preemptively stopped him with his actions - he launched a blood gas blast that instantly overturned the two horses that were standing in front of him.

Just as Schultz was about to make a move, Maffeo, realizing the threat, hurriedly pulled him closer to the bunker where Bankarur and the others were staying. Just as his body was disobeyed by Maffeola, a snowball projected by the catapult slammed into where he stood.

"Thank you for your help!" Bankarul thanked.

Maffeo straightened up, spat out the fine snowflakes that had splashed into his mouth, and responded. "Nothing!"

It is clear that Bankarur is preparing a plan for a surprise attack. And judging from the expressions of his subordinates who looked at death as if they were at home, the plan was not just a clue, but was about to be implemented. Although Maffeo didn't know what he was thinking, it was extremely dangerous to do so. Although Maffeo knew that he could not change Bankarul's mind. At this point, the Bantu people are notoriously stubborn and stubborn.

Maffeo turned to face Freya's direction, and raised his right hand to gesturing at her. Freya on the vantage point of two boulders that looked a bit like the heads of an ice tiger noticed Maffeo's gesture, and though she didn't respond, she had slipped the Goblin Commander on a catapult into the rifle's mechanical sights. "Damn it, sure enough, I'll have to ask Kelly to help me make a simple telescope. Freya scolded, sniping at medium- and long-range targets with mechanical sights that made her miserable.

Freya was annoyed, very annoyed now, not only by the mechanical sights, but also by the unpredictable wind speeds, and the goblin commander who seemed to have ADHD on the catapult, the beast restlessly directing the incapable greenskins to fight back against the humans, and then burying his own kind and enemies with a snowball without noticing.

As a last resort, Freya could only make a slight correction and fire her ideal first shot. So, in the cold that stinged her whole body, she pulled the trigger.