They have not yet discovered the exact location of the Bayer forces, and...

Bair looked at the flag, he had heard among the dwarves of the Grey Mountains, the story of their grudge against the occupancy of the Eight Peaks.

This is the Evil Moon Clan!

They didn't care about the dwarves' grievances, but at this moment, the goblins and orcs lined up normally, but instead of charging in all directions at the first time, looking for the humans who didn't know the exact location.

It means that they must have a leader, and if nothing else, it is the strange goblin with dark skin and a skeletal staff.

At this moment, Baier only regretted that he had not listened to what the bearded men had to say about their enemies, after all, they were all too obsessed with trading with themselves, and crossed their fingers to count whether there was a mistake in which gold coins.

Byer did not give up the preemptive strike, fifty men were divided into two parts, the vanguard of 30 men, responsible for charging and melee, and 20 for disrupting the enemy with catapults.

The current enemy is barely in line, if the greenskins that were dealt with before were fighting with the barbarians, then this is the war.

A well-organized team is a testament to combat effectiveness, and uniform action represents not only leadership and a sense of oppression, but also a huge group of individuals who can explode more power in war.

Several unique goblins explore in black clothing, almost entirely in their clothes, holding daggers and shields in their hands.

Compared to their kind, they are already fully armed.

The little things prostrate themselves and approached the position of the Bair troops, searching the ground against their noses.

Bair whispered.

"They didn't find their position, they didn't dare to shoot, they hid first, got closer, and then charged past for melee."

The troops waited patiently, and the strange shaman goblin danced with his hands.

It squirmed, directing goblin archers half body language and half spoken language.

"Fire, burn."

Now there are still fifty meters away, and charging past will only exhaust the soldiers and put them at a disadvantage, so they can only wait first...

But at this moment, the opposite side actually used a torch to ignite the oiled bow and arrow arrow, and shot the flaming arrow into the forest.

There were many dead branches and leaves on the forest floor, which were soon ignited by arrows, and the fire burned at the soldiers' feet.

The group of goblins smiled strangely at the moment, as if they were waiting for the humans inside to be unable to stand it and become their targets.

Bayer scolded. "Don't move, let them think the enemy isn't here, and attack when they leave or get close!"

Sweat was streaming down the foreheads of the guards, and flames burned around them, and every second of the time seemed long.

But they didn't shout, they didn't move, and the flames were just toys compared to the dangerous swamps.

Such qualities are also the merits of Baier's optimism about the people of Shet City, who have already seen hell, how can they be afraid of other things.

As the time passed, some of the soldiers' inner linings had already been ignited, and he could only directly cover the flames with the palms of his hands and extinguish them.

A slight burning sound rang out in the soldier's palm, but he still didn't make a sound.

And the burning sound was drowned out by the crackling flames of the forest.

Those green skins finally relaxed at this moment, and wondered if humanity was going deeper.

They kept moving forward, trying to see the human soldiers in the distance of the forest through the flames.

The black goblins, in particular, were more advanced and fast, and immediately walked in front of the bushes.

It pulled away the burning bush, and then saw a human soldier with a burn on his body, but still staring at it without saying a word.

"Ahh … Ahhh The goblin's cowardice was instantly aroused, and the human, like an evil spirit from hell, drew his sword and slashed the neck of the enemy in front of him.

Such things kept appearing on the front line, and Bayer saw that they had already met each other, and immediately shouted.

"Sir Flender, charge with the soldiers!"

Bair pinched out the sparks that fell from his shoulder, and countless catapults shot at each other.

Humans are greater than them because they can overcome their fears.

The Greenskins were slaughtered because they were so arrogant!

The sound of blades entering flesh sounded, and there was no need to open the mechanism to use the toxins in the blade, and the orc boys and goblins who did not maintain the team were vulnerable in front of the refined soldiers.

Only the black goblin could still maneuver around with its nimble body, but it was quickly slashed by the other soldiers next to him, losing his physical strength and being sliced into pieces by random knives.

The greenskins, who had lost their superiority, were slaughtered by the burning soldiers like lost dogs, and the red liquid in their bodies was also brought out by the soldiers to extinguish the flames on their armor.

Baier drew his sword and walked on the one-sided battlefield, now only needing to cut off the head of the enemy's leader, the shaman, to make the slaughter completely over.

I wonder if there is an additional reward for the Boss's head?

Bair found the special goblin location, and it was alive and kicking around under the protection of the orcs with a few shields, barely holding its ground.

Flender and Baier glanced at each other, they were both master and servant as well as teacher and student, Flender had always liked to stab, and that was the trick used to repel the great orcs.

And Bayer's duel is also a thorn move in the same vein.

No one is better suited for a decapitation operation than them!

Baier and Flender charged to the orc's side, blades grazing the orc's shields, venom-laden blades piercing their chests.

For the greenskins, of course, it is not instantaneous, but the venom has already permeated their bodies.

After a few moments, the five orcs were dealt with one by one, and the shaman shouted.

"Skarsnik! Skarsnik! ”

As if warning Bair about something.

Then the whole body glowed with a faint pale green light.

Beyer's brow winched, and he soon realized that something was wrong.

"Flender! Get out of the way! ”

But the spell gathered extremely quickly, and the pale green light formed a ray that hit Flender in an instant.

Jazz was directly knocked several meters away and collapsed on the ground...

This is... Magic?!

Bair's whole body was cold, as if holding a sword blade against a firearm, and the shaman continued to gather power as if he didn't have a CD.

"You're tm!"

He strode forward, and the blade stabbed away in an instant!

The blade and the green light intertwined, and the poison blade plunged into the heart of the greenskin shaman, and the light pierced through Baier's neck!

Bair only felt cold all over, and the last image in front of him was the treacherous smile of the green-skinned goblin shaman.

And then...

He rubbed his neck and saw that there was no.

The shaman collapsed on the ground, his smile turning into an expression of disbelief at the end.

Bair severed its poorly slender neck and lifted its dripping head to the horns adorned on its head.

"The shaman is dead!"

The battlefield erupted in a huge shout of human soldiers, and the greenskins fled in all directions, but they were all money!

Bair shouted again.

"Kill a greenskin, cut off the ears, two ears for a bacon, one for a sausage!"

The greenskins were like straw or wheat being harvested at the moment, and the soldiers looked at them and drooled.