The goblin, a creature notorious for its laziness and lack of hygiene, is as infamous as the pig-headed orc in these aspects. They exhibit a penchant for indiscriminate defecation and dumping of waste in the vicinity of their camps.
According to the research of a renowned scholar, the goblins' actions might possibly be a mimicry of certain canid species, utilizing excrement to demarcate territories and assert dominance. However, no conclusive conclusion has been drawn regarding how they differentiate between excreta from different camps.
After all, who would bother conducting an in-depth study of a goblin's fecal matter?
But now, Wind Demon, the dual-knife man, unexpectedly had a close-up opportunity for investigation.
"Damn it!"
The refreshing aroma compelled Wind Demon to involuntarily exclaim. Yet, his outburst caused Iron Axe's countenance to instantly turn ashen.
Suddenly, from the front, came the tumultuous sounds of footsteps and shouting, accompanied by several spears whizzing in their direction.
"We've been spotted! Prepare for combat!"
Iron Axe stood up, positioning his large axe in front of him, ready to charge. Matata, tasked with protecting the vulnerable Bun, had no choice but to stand as the vanguard in the current situation.
Meanwhile, Poison Blade unsheathed his dagger, squinting into the darkness, while Wind Demon, realizing he had caused trouble, unhesitatingly used his dirtied right hand to slap himself hard. Then, with eyes ablaze, he caught up with Iron Axe.
Matata, raising his shield, cautiously followed behind Bun.
Observing from behind a tree, Ye Sangeng nodded approvingly. Although this group appeared a bit greedy and lacked professional competence, their performance in the face of crisis earned his acknowledgment.
Because, until now, not a single person had cursed Wind Demon!
"I didn't expect these people to be quite friendly."
Ye Sangeng let a soft spear thrown at him pass by, thought for a moment, drew his longsword, and slowly followed.
As an undead who valued integrity, he had no intention of tricking these individuals.
In fact, the goblin camp before them completely satisfied Iron Axe's requirements. Night Three Yet brought them here because he couldn't consume all of it alone.
Emerging from the forest, chaos unfolded before them. Although Bun's fire turkey eggs were a bit smaller, her precise control allowed them to instantly ignite the goblin tents.
Amidst the smoke, goblin laborers scattered in fear. Only a few were trying to extinguish the flaming tents with tree branches. In the center of the camp, Wind Demon and Iron Axe were entangled with a dozen goblin warriors.
Iron Axe's broad axe had a wide attack range, but it was challenging to rein in its momentum. Seizing the opportunity when his teammates were cleaved in half, the agile goblin warriors incessantly attacked Iron Axe from the sides and rear.
Unfazed by the flowing blood, Iron Axe roared at Wind Demon beside him, "Ignore me; go take out those five goblin slingers!"
He pointed at the goblins in the distance carrying five baskets on their backs. Their right hands were exceptionally strong, effortlessly hurling fist-sized round stones towards Matata.
If those stones hit someone's head, the damage wouldn't be lower than a spear, and the speed was fast and difficult to block. Since their appearance, Bun dared not peek out from behind Matata's shield to throw fire eggs.
Wind Demon, looking at Iron Axe covered in blood, gritted his teeth, lowered himself behind a goblin warrior's hacking blade, and then, bending over, sprinted towards the goblin slingers.
His speed was fast, and his running posture was peculiar—both arms hung behind him like wings. He seemed on the verge of falling forward, yet he maintained balance, astonishingly reaching the goblin slingers at an alarming speed.
"Die!"
With a swift pull, Wind Demon, propelled by the momentum, struck the nearest goblin slinger. A tearing sound followed, and four pieces of shredded flesh flew to the side.
However, at the same time, the other four goblin slingers hurled their stones towards him. Wind Demon, still in the process of his attack, had to forcibly turn his back, using his rear to withstand the stones.
Four muffled thuds echoed as Wind Demon's left arm surprisingly softened at a bizarre angle. Moreover, several visible dents appeared on his back.
However, despite his injuries, he endured the intense pain, took a few steps forward, and stabbed the goblin slinger nearest to him with one knife.
"Poison Blade, don't wait! Act now and save him!"
Seeing this, Iron Axe's eyes widened in fury, shouting loudly. His gigantic axe swung at an astonishing speed.
Unfortunately, he did not perform a fantastic whirlwind attack. The goblin warriors, having figured out this burly man's attack pattern after losing three teammates, dodged when the axe came and stabbed him in the back with knives.
Yet, Iron Axe was indeed formidable. After being slashed countless times on his back and buttocks, he did not even wrinkle his brow. Instead, he continued to attract the attention of the goblin warriors.
Yes, compared to the bald man with a large shield and the enchantress who could cast fireballs, Iron Axe seemed more like a soft persimmon, and the goblins loved to squeeze soft persimmons!
Moreover, the enchantress was being suppressed by her own teammates. They could now attack without worry, with the only consideration being how to snatch Iron Axe's head, as a human warrior's head could elevate them to hero status among the goblins for a lifetime.
However, just as they were gleefully stabbing away, a fireball suddenly smashed into a goblin's left eye socket, exploding half of its face.
"That enchantress... what happened?"
In its final moments, the goblin saw a pitch-black figure supporting the dual-knife man with the severed arm. Behind him were three twitching corpses...
"Poison Blade, well done! Matata, go!"
Red-eyed Bun, biting her teeth, pushed Matata aside. Her hands continuously gathered fire eggs, fiercely smashing them towards the goblins surrounding Iron Axe.
Unfortunately, it seemed that the magical power within her was insufficient. After three throws, she couldn't conjure new fire eggs, and her complexion turned pale.
Meanwhile, the liberated Matata, with his head lowered, charged forward, sweeping his tower shield in front of him. Instantly, two goblins who failed to dodge were smashed into two pieces.
"Boss, I'm here!"
Nodding at Matata, Iron Axe continued wielding his axe at a rapid pace.
With Matata's assistance, he no longer needed to worry about attacks from behind. Unidirectional hacking, combined with the arrival of Poison Blade, quickly turned the remaining goblin warriors into lifeless bodies.
Seeing that all the goblin warriors had been slaughtered, the remaining goblin laborers who had been observing scattered in terror. Iron Axe, who had been slashed numerous times but hadn't wrinkled his brow, pounded his chest in distress.
All the fleeing goblins were potential earnings!
However, Wind Demon's injuries were too severe. He could no longer continue pursuing, and if they stirred up another goblin camp, it would be troublesome.
"Hurry up and cut them off with your right hand!" Tie Ax said.
To judge whether a goblin is a warrior or a laborer, a severed hand is enough to prove it.
But at this moment, an exclamation came from the acne-faced guy:
"Boss, that's not right!"