Eighth quarter counterattack

“...... Their souls belong to Mother Earth, but their flesh and blood belong to this forest. We will always celebrate their courage on the battlefield, and may their heroic deeds glorify the entire tribe. ("The body is gone, and the soul returns to the earth mother.") Flesh and blood are preserved, and the shade will be left forever. The spirit is strong, and future generations admire. Good name, long and glorious kinship!")

Ashrufat stood in the distance, watching the funeral end.

It's a very uncomfortable feeling. The half-beasts didn't say a word to him, but he knew that at least half of the people here had died under his terrible command.

"Master, the war is not over yet. In her mind, Carrie gently reminded. Perhaps she was already feeling Ashrufat's mood.

Yes, tonight, there are no more Scroogs among the goblins, and the night is the world of half-beasts.

......

"It's good that those hairy little ones can't sneak up on us at night. Budguz watched with satisfaction as shallow trenches had been dug around his camp. Dead branches are piled up in a trench and can be lit as soon as it gets dark. Under the protection of this raging fire, those long-haired little ones will definitely not be able to come. You can rest well tonight and slowly think about how to deal with them.

The explosion at the camp shattered his dreams.

"The dwarves are coming after you!" the voice came and went.

"Cannons?" the goblins here have been frightened by the dwarven cannons. Hundreds of them had fallen under the cannons of terror. But Budguz had a little more courage than ordinary goblins, so he still judged in time that it was not the sound of a cannon.

But the fire in the camp was real. A new flame erupted, roasting the three goblins on the spot.

If the conditions were different, the goblins might run out of control. But the campfire line worked, and the goblins really had nowhere to escape.

"Fool! it's just magic...... Magic!" Boudguz shouted. "They have very little magic!

This time, Budguz's estimate was correct. Far away from the camp, the user of the magic was now crouching on the ground, dizzy.

"Ashrufat, what's wrong with you?" his eyes saw two Mimilu. No, he realized that it was just his vision ghosting.

He could only master the power of the Flame Wind now, and even if it was this Wind of Magic, he had only learned a limited number of spells. But he could now clearly feel that someone had stuffed his body with buckets of putrefactive grease, filling every gap in his flesh, his internal organs, and even his bones. There was a filthy slippery flutter in his soul. A strong feeling of vomiting took over his body and mind, but he knew that he hadn't eaten for a long time, and it was impossible for him to vomit anything.

Is this the feeling that magicians are facing? Ashruphat already understood that when magicians use a real magic, they need to rest for so long to recover.

But what could the green-skinned shaman from before do to use magic continuously?

"Master, their magic does not belong to the winds of magic. Carrie replied in her mind.

The commotion in the distant barracks gradually subsided. The goblins showed no signs of bombing the camp. The plan for tonight's raid has failed. He couldn't let his men rush into the camp and fight the blades with blowguns.

"Let's go back ......," Ashrufat whispered to the troops behind him. The greenskins may be savage, but no one can take the greenskins for fools. No one can fool the enemy on the battlefield.

"Ashrufat, how are you?" Mimilu asked with concern.

"I'll be fine with a little rest......" he barely stood up, sickly slippery!, "Leave the sentry behind, and the others go back to rest." Tomorrow ......"

What will these goblins do tomorrow? God, he wished he was Thomas, and he could guess every move of his enemies. Although Thomas still felt uncertain.

It doesn't matter, as long as you hold the cliff defenses, then the goblins can't penetrate deep into the Sem living area. Hold the path to the altar of Mother Earth and never let the goblins pass. Just do these two things well. The sentinels will tell him what the goblins are going to do.

......

Budguz watched his dejected men run out of the jungle. How many of them were there when they went, twenty or thirty, and now it's only fifteen.

"Boss, not over there!" the little leader reported to him. "There are too many hairy little guys!"

"We must fight back!" said Budguz Zhilu, if it weren't for this place, in this place where Black Hill was trapped to death, his men would have found their own way. But now they have no choice but to continue to fight with him.

The hairy little ones are definitely not as numerous as them, and as long as they can fight them head-on, he will definitely win. But now any goblin can see the tactics of the little hairy ones. These little hairy creatures never leave the jungle, they only fight in the jungle. In the jungle, the little long-haired guy can hide so well that no one can find it.

It was a big mistake for Scroog to be wiped out on the first night. If there were any Scroogs, they could find them head by head like rabbits......

"Boss, without Scroog, we can't deal with the hairy little guy like this. Let's retreat. The little boss recklessly suggested to him.

"That's a great idea......" He pulled out his long knife and slit his neck before he could react. The little leader lay on the ground and rolled on the ground, blood gushing out, and Budguz put his knife back into its sheath. Sometimes you can tolerate fools, sometimes you can't.

He picked up his whip and flipped over a goblin who was standing nearby, and the poor little goblin screamed and crawled to the side.

He returned to his chief's tent. There had been no progress for four or five days, and his men had lost another hundred. But he believed he still had the upper hand in numbers. And those hairy little ones never want to get out of the jungle to fight. At most, they pursued to the sparsely wooded areas.

Successive defeats usually damage a leader's reputation and cause many of his subordinates to want to take his place. But this time, Budguz did it on purpose. All the little bosses who might threaten his position were sent into the forest to fight the hairy little ones, and few of them survived. Of course, even if they come back, the end will be similar to the current one.

In any case, his position was finally consolidated for the time being. It's time to think of a trick to deal with the hairy little ones.

He thought about it carefully, but for a moment there was nothing he could do. As long as the little ones are hiding in the forest, it will be difficult for him to catch them. And the little guys have an easy line to defend and difficult to attack...... He sent at least ten of his men to search for a way around the cliff, but none of them came back until the last day of the breakdown. In other words, the little ones also have a strong defense in the other direction.

A small group of goblins brought in a long trunk, and the branches of the tree had not yet been cleaned. They threw the trunk into a trench on the outskirts of the camp.

"These trunks won't burn. Another small boss stopped them.

"It's burned, it's burned a lot yesterday!" argued the goblin dragging the tree.

Budguz walked over. "Can these burn?" he asked, pointing to the green leaves on the branches.

"Yes, Boss!" As if to prove it, the goblin set the tree on fire. At first the flame was faint and looked like it was going to go out at any moment. But after a short while, the verdant branches began to burn. Budguz noticed that this was because the trees, when burned, emitted a flammable resin. And the mountains here are full of such trees!

"Well done, boy!" he slapped his men excitedly, "From now on, you are my flag bearer!

Yes, he has a good idea, and after tonight, the hairy little guy will know that he is awesome! No! he doesn't need to spend tonight!

......

Ashruphat sat against the wall of the cave. Sleep is now as dispensable to him as eating. If he closes his eyes and relaxes, he can also fall asleep. But if he doesn't sleep, it doesn't seem to have any additional ill effects. At least, he didn't have the feeling of a heavy head or eyelids fighting.

Even if he is asleep, he can wake up with the slightest sound. It's as if his ears never rest.

It's already dark, and today's battle should be over for the time being. The Greenskins still sent small detachments to fight them in the forest. They should be searching for a way, but such attempts are doomed to be fruitless. For before they could discern the way, they would be hit hard by the hidden Sem blows. Blowguns have the great advantage of barely making a sound, so goblins are beaten but can't find enemies.

During these two days of small fighting, the Semu killed and wounded a large number of goblins, but they suffered only minor losses.

"Ashrufat! Ashrufat!" Mimilu suddenly rushed into the cave.

"Greenskin! Greenskin is burning the forest!"

The flames engulfed the entire hillside. In the dark night, the sky-high firelight is particularly eye-catching. The sound of flying dust and the sound of trees snapping turned the bodies of the goblins red. The goblins stood behind the tongues of fire, safe spots with no combustibles, gloating as the forest fires gradually rose until they became uncontrollable.

"Burn, burn, burn! There's no forest, let's see what those hairy little guys have to do!"

Under the blazing barbecue. Other bushes and rattans that could not have been ignited were gradually dried and then flammable, joining the fire. So the flame can go all the way unhindered, devouring all the plants.

The heat was rolling in the heat, and the flames of destruction could be felt even from several hills away. Under the light of the fire, some long-haired little ones can be seen fleeing quickly. Those were the sentinels tasked with spying on the greenskins.