The surrounding goblins began to shout, laugh, and spit out the most vicious words they could think of in this life at Carl.
They thought the man Carl had come to humiliate himself, that their king could not be defeated.
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The dwarves also loosened the longswords they were holding tightly because of Carl's words.
They thought that Carl, who had rescued Bilbo, would directly fight the Goblin King, but they didn't expect that he would still keep his promise.
However, does Carl compose music? Everyone was suspicious about this.
Although they can often hear Carl humming some unknown melody from time to time during their travels, they are still skeptical.
However, in the next moment, their doubts suddenly disappeared.
A clear and distant voice began to travel far from Carl's seat...
The sound of the ancient empire penetrated far and wide from the old brown bamboo tube in Carl's hand.
Wander through the caves of the entire underground kingdom.
The sound of jumping like a secluded valley made the goblins who were scolding suddenly quiet down.
Unlike the frenzy and confusion caused by the Goblin King's initial performance, listening to the haunting melody, the goblins seemed to feel that they had returned to the savannah and were in between heaven and earth.
Xiao Sheng flowed through the grassland... There, they saw a vast green landscape, the autumn water and blue sky were the same color, white clouds fluttered, the breeze was blowing, and under the mild sunlight, there were sheep jumping.
They seemed to smell the fragrance of the green grass, and heard the whispers of their childhood mother's calling.
The ferocity began to subside in the eyes, the red light gradually submerged, and the murderous heart that was originally stimulated by the blood gradually subsided.
They all fell silent, some closed their eyes, some opened their arms,... all the goblins were intoxicated.
At this moment, the Goblin King was also dazedly listening to the sound of the flute coming from his ears. It was such a rhythmic and imposing voice, but it made him feel an inexplicable panic.
How is this possible? Such a melody has no sense of power at all, how could he be afraid of it?
The Goblin King couldn't stop thinking.
However, this melody is really fascinating, and it is almost impossible to resist.
The Goblin King could even feel an inexplicable joy from his own body. Yes, he was excited, and his body was jumping with the sound.
It was the most beautiful sound, the most beautiful playing he had ever heard. He could hardly control himself.
Did he really just lose like that?
The Goblin King felt panic and pain in his heart. Although his body was constantly excited, he still didn't want to admit the fact that he was defeated in the field he was most proud of.
Yes, no, he can't be beat, no one can beat him in this field.
The Goblin King's eyes suddenly glowed red.
"This is magic, this is vicious magic! My people, don't be deceived by this human, he is tempting us to go astray!" The Goblin King yelled angrily.
The originally harmonious tune was suddenly disrupted by the cries, and the calming goblins were also awakened.
They were a little dazed at first, but after a brief absence, their eyes began to show the original cunning and cruel color.
Did this human use magic? They began to panic again in their hearts, and they hesitated and hesitated.
"Don't be afraid, my people, your king will lead you to eradicate heresies and lead you to return to the underground to live a dark life." The goblin king began to cry again, "Now, come with me."
"Whoosh!" A dark shadow suddenly flashed past.
"Peng!"
The Goblin King stopped abruptly. He glanced blankly at the arrow stuck in his throat, stretched out his hand, and wanted to pull it off, but the next moment, there was another sharp pain in his heart.
The feeling of powerlessness slowly hit his heart, he felt a whirlwind, his head began to feel a little dizzy, and his body began to lose weight.
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The surrounding goblins watched as their king was shot through by the terrifying human arrow, and then staggered down the cliff.
Their king, dead?
Such thoughts flashed through their minds, the next moment.
"Ah~" All the goblins panicked, stared at Carl with wide eyes, and then began to run behind them.
Their kings were all killed, such a great king was killed by this human being, how dare they stay here?
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"Want to run?" Carl put away Xiao and picked up the bomb again.
The killing began again.
"Boom boom boom!"
The sound of the explosion began to roar again, continuously resounding throughout the entire underground kingdom, the gunpowder began to burn, the rock wall began to heat up, and the billowing smoke began to fill the air.
Over the Misty Mountains, a red light suddenly appeared, mixed with thick smoke that continued to meander upwards.
This sudden scene attracted the attention of all the creatures around. They looked at the thick smoke like the spread of a mountain fire, and their eyes were full of surprise.
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Underground, the goblins were scrambling to flee in a panic. But there are too many of them, and the stone paths that have been cultivated on the plank roads and rock walls are so narrow, so from time to time, groups of goblins will scream and fall into the abyss.
They looked like drowning mice, crawling as hard as they could, just for a bit of life.
They are so pitiful, however, that doesn't stop them from the fate they are about to suffer.
Because Carl has no mercy for these dark creatures, nor is he merciful.
Goblins have different values from intelligent races such as humans, elves, and dwarves.
They don't have the good character and kindness that human beings should have, but they have learned the despicableness and cruelty, and they are even engraved in their genes.
These short, gray-skinned things take cruelty as their joy and tyranny as their nourishment, just like tigers and wolves are born to eat meat, and cattle and sheep are born to eat grass. This kind of nature cannot be changed by education.
So, Carl never thought of living in harmony with these guys, and never thought of letting them go.
In his eyes, these goblins are stepping stones for him to step up the higher stairs... and that's all.
Gandalf and Thorin were also by Carl's side, charging forward.
They are not new-born warriors. After several battles of iron and blood, they already understand what war is and how to stand firm.
In the face of interests, between life and death, to be merciful to the enemy is to be cruel to oneself.