In just a few moments, the goblin reached the periphery. The guard on the watch tower felt cold sweats on his back with the astonishing number of enemies.
"How could this be? Why are these goblins targeting the farm? Are they interested in the tiger grasses? But the effect of grass on them isn't as good as that when humans consume them."
Just like that, twenty guards reached the top of the wall with crossbows. They looked at the green goblins in surprise.
The goblins were bronze-quality equipment from head to toe. Some even had silver quality. But what really caught their attention was the fact that the goblins moved like well-trained soldiers in organized formation!
How could this be!? Goblins are known for their barbaric nature!
As the goblins neared. Their figure became bigger in the perception of the soldiers. Green skin, fully geared, and aura filled with bloodlust.
"They're in range. Fire!!"
Multiple arrows shot toward the goblin horde. Each crossbow in the hands of twenty-five guards released three arrows in six seconds.
Steadfast and unwavering, the goblins continued their matches. They weren't bothered by the surge of arrows coming to them.
THUD! THUD! THUD!
A continuous metallic clang sounded. The bronze-quality arrows couldn't penetrate the bronze armor of the goblin in just one shot. It took three arrows, on average, to completely destroy their armor.
Like a machine, the well-trained guards recharge the crossbows with the containers in their tow.
One goblin after another fell. It slowed down them a little due to the bodies of the fallen goblins obstructing the way. The discipline of the goblins gave the guards a headache.
"How could this be!? Who managed to train an army of goblins with this level of discipline!?"
Then, the image of Hobgoblin appeared in his mind. 'Damn it! That's the only possibility. If that's the case. Then there would be a
Before the watch guard could even continue his thoughts...
BOOM!
A large boulder the size of a one-story building hit the watch tower. The watch guard exploded into a blood mist like a splattered tomato sauce.
"A Hobgoblin!!"
Panic ensued across the area. The guards were terrified seeing the gory scene. Their complexion turned blue and the crossbows on their hands fell to the ground in fear.
In the face of life and death, few could really remain calm. This isn't a fantasy but a reality.
Without the rain of arrows, the goblin gradually swarmed the walls. Some bashed the metal gate with their weapons while some rudely climbed through the wall with sheer grip strength.
On the back of the line, the goblins threw the spear, aimed at the guards on top of the wall who intended to pick up the fallen crossbows, with a mighty hurl, the spears went in a straight line.
"Ahhhhh!!!"
It was graphic. The spears went through the head of one of the watchguards. The other spears hit different body parts. One even bullseye the mighty dragon of one. It could be said that his future descendants had been eradicated.
The leader of the guards looked at the precarious situation above the wall and then readied himself for the incoming goblins climbing at the wall. With a command, "Some of you guard the gate. Once breached, engage them through the narrow gates to counter their number. They won't be able to fit themselves, so it would give us an advantage. As for me, I'll take care of the ones that were climbing on the wall."
Experienced as he is, he still felt anger with the deaths of his subordinates.
BOOM!
The gate that acts as a barrier from invaders finally broke apart under the relentless onslaught of the goblin horde.
The fifty guards' expressions changed from solemn to grim. They're all at small success (level 20-29) of the awakened realm. Only their leader was at the great success (level 30-60). On the other hand, they could see that most goblins weren't even at small success. Only a few were. However, their sheer numbers were enough to petrify everyone!
Fifty versus one thousand? Even a fool could see that it was an unfair battle. The Great Success of Awakened Realm could kill ten or fifty of Small Success. Small Success Awakened can kill ten who aren't at Small Success. But a thousand? Not to mention, all of them were fully geared. As the saying goes 'quantitative can make a qualitative change!
Some of the guards stood frozen... That was until their leader let out a mighty roar which made their blood boil.
The guards are tasked to engage with the destroyer of the gate and quickly rush toward the incoming horde with great fervor. Only seven or eight goblins could fit into the gate at a time. This will give them time to breathe and avoid being surrounded on all sides. A great strategy for fighting against numbers.
"Kill or be killed!!" One of the guards, who was known for his bravery, shouted. He actually did this to increase the team's morale.
Just like that, the weapons of the two sides met. A continuous banging of metals sounded like a melody in the ears. Along with that, splashes of blood, flying stumps of flesh, and body parts painted the scene.
The guards far surpassed the goblins in terms of individual strength. More so, although there are 1000 enemy goblins. They only actually engage eight at a time. They weren't clearing the goblins in one fell swoop so the goblins in the frontline would act as a natural barrier for those behind them.
However, the disciplined goblins taught by the Hobgoblin saw that they couldn't effectively utilize their numbers. So, the others behind that couldn't fit in the entrance joined the climbing goblins in the wall with great fanfare.
"These goblins are fucking smart!" A guard slashed a goblin's head dodging an attack from one.
"M*therfucker!" A guard suffered a blow in the head. In an uncanny angle, a goblin in the front line thrust a spear.
The guard couldn't dodge as he watched the spear penetrate his neck. His expression showed great pain as he died in disbelief.
Trained by Dylan's military tactics. Even though the goblins aren't in small success. There's a strength in numbers! More importantly, the gap in strength between the guards and goblins wasn't insurmountable. There's no absolute strength in play. Only the Noble Realm could ignore the numbers of the Awakened Realm.
'Boring...' In the rear line of the horde, the Hobgoblin sat in the sand and watched the farce with amusement.