leonardwarren Chapter 121: Paralysis
Chapter 121: Paralysis
Dodok didn't have vision sharing or Eagle Eye, so naturally he was unaware of the situation on the city wall.
But even she, a seasoned veteran, realized something was amiss.
Based on the number of goblins that climbed the city wall, there must have been at least two or three hundred, but the city wall was too calm, unlike a city wall where fierce fighting had taken place.
Dodok found Pertore immediately.
"Shaman, something's wrong!"
Seeing Dodok approach, Pertore's eyes slowly regained focus.
"There's something strange about this human city!" said Pertle.
Dodok nodded: "I have attacked this territory before. This territory has a powerful crossbow that can easily kill goblin heroes, and a catapult that can launch boulders weighing hundreds of pounds."
The more Petr listened, the more serious his expression became, and finally he looked at him with murderous eyes.
Petr's eyes flashed with a fierce light as he asked, "Why didn't you mention this?"
Dodok said matter-of-factly, "I don't need to tell you, didn't the goblins who escaped back then already tell you? You just didn't believe me."
Dodo tentatively remarked, "We haven't even used these two weapons yet, and the goblins who came to probe have already been dealt with. This is a bit troublesome!"
Pertol understood what Dodok was testing and slowly said, "They are slaughtering goblins. The goblins that go up are bled, their flesh is cut off, and their bones are removed all at once."
Dodo felt a chill run down his spine as he finally realized the seriousness of the situation.
He once hoped that the Wyvern Tribe would suffer heavy losses in Ashwood Territory, so that his tribe could take advantage of the situation and become the fifth major tribe.
Now that he knows Ashwood has such a meticulous way of slaughtering goblins, Dodok's first reaction is that Ashwood territory cannot be left untouched. If Ashwood territory becomes too powerful, the goblins will be in danger.
It is quite possible that the hunter will turn into the prey.
The entire Blackthorn Wasteland is the hunting grounds of the Ashwood people.
Dodok hurriedly asked, "Shaman, what should we do now?"
Perdue said sternly, "Whatever your initial plan was, this is the only way we can do it now."
Dodo was slightly taken aback, but then he understood what Pertour meant.
If we continue to rely on the goblins to attack in the upcoming war, we'll just be feeding them. We must wait for the tribal elites to arrive and then concentrate our forces to launch a fierce attack on Ashwood territory.
Dodo's lips twitched slightly, a mixture of helplessness and heartache on her face.
He had finally managed to restore his tribe's strength, and it seemed that in this battle, his losses would only increase.
In fact, Dodok originally planned to hide and let the Wyvern Tribe wear him down, but now things are different. If the Wyvern Tribe really can't win, then not only the eastern part, but the entire goblin of the Blackthorn Wasteland will be in danger.
He really didn't want to sacrifice himself for the goblins of the entire Blackthorn Wasteland.
"I'll go back and integrate all the goblins." Dodok knew very well that in order to gain an advantage in the upcoming war, the small goblins could not be the main force; a large number of large goblins and goblin elites would be needed to cooperate.
If you want Big Goblins and Elite Goblins to go to battle, you must have Goblin Heroes to support them.
Dodok almost completely suppressed all the summoned goblin tribes, forcibly separating their groups.
Of the 40,000 low-level goblins and 11,000 elite goblins, 7,000 were under his command.
In the past two days, Dodok has been sending out three to four thousand goblins every day to expend resources, partly to reduce food consumption and partly to lull the humans of Ashwood Territory into complacency.
The main tower of Neuschwanstein Castle.
Ron watched this scene with a slight smile on his lips.
"Is this goblin feigning weakness?"
Old Hall asked疑惑地, "Young Master, why do you say that?"
Ron pointed to the goblin camp and said, "Look at this area. The worst goblins here are big goblins, and there are elite goblins everywhere. But I haven't seen a single small goblin. On the other side, there should be about 50,000 small goblins."
Old Hall nodded and looked through his binoculars.
Ron carefully explained, "Since they still have so many elite troops, yet they haven't deployed any of them, instead they keep sending out small goblins to attack, more and more each time, as if they are testing our limits and also trying to lull us into a false sense of security. Once their main force arrives, they will definitely launch a real offensive. If we still rely on the strength we have for dealing with small goblins, we will inevitably suffer a great loss."
These goblins are incredibly intelligent!
Old Hall understood instantly, and then burst into laughter.
"This goblin would never have imagined that his territory had such an incredible gadget as a telescope, allowing him to observe their camp from a distance at any time."
Neuschwanstein Castle's main tower is 65 meters high, and with its hilltop location, it's equivalent to 85 meters. Equipped with 40x telescopes, it's no exaggeration to say that every move of the goblin camp is under their watchful eye, and they've even long since determined the situation of the goblin's main tent.
If they weren't lacking in strength, they would have already stormed out of the city and carried out a decapitation strike.
Old Hall suddenly looked in another direction and said urgently, "Young Master, have the mercenaries returned?"
Ron, holding up his binoculars, looked in the direction Old Hall was pointing and saw the mercenary group returning home with their families; judging by their size, there were at least several hundred of them. His expression changed from surprise to satisfaction.
"I thought he had run away, I didn't expect him to come back."
Frederick led his men around half of the western city wall, avoiding the goblin camp's view. He reined in his horse outside the city gate, glanced at the lush green tents, and cursed, "Damn it, so many greens outside, I'm going to come back and die again."
He didn't want to come back. The day after he returned to his lair, he and the mercenaries who had taken the medicine started having diarrhea, and they had diarrhea for a whole day.
The diarrhea only stopped early on the third day, after one of the men suggested that they pack up their belongings and return to their territory.
This led him to mistakenly believe that his unwillingness to return was a betrayal, which caused him to have diarrhea.
Now that he was willing to go back, his stomach condition had naturally improved, so he immediately had people pack their things and return to Ashwood territory.
He had no idea that all of this was just the laxative's effects starting to wear off.
As they drew closer to Ashwood Territory, the mercenaries who had taken the drugs were in increasingly better condition, which further solidified his belief.
In fact, Ron had given up on them when Frederick didn't return the next day. Now that he's willing to come back, he can replenish the Sky Knights' strength. Even if the Goblin King comes, he doesn't need to worry too much.
As Frederick entered the main city, another force quickly approached Ashwood Territory, with the front banner bearing the Rose Knights of the Border Earl.
This time, only Caroline led the team; Rosalie did not come. As they approached the main city, she happened to see a stone tablet only one kilometer away from the battlefield. The stone tablet was not tall, only three meters high, and had a row of words carved on it.
Monument to the Heroes of the Rose Knights.