Chapter 123 Leto's Wolf Cavalry
"Oops! It's a pack of wolves!" Tom changed his face and shouted eagerly: "Everyone, retreat to the bonfire—remember to bring Wes!"
Dick hurriedly picked up the unconscious lizardman prince, retreated to the side of the fire, and looked warily at the dense forest where wolves were howling. With the assistance of Roger, Gray and Jamie, Joan calmed down the restless horses frightened by howling wolves, and led all five horses to the campfire.
The most common beast in the forest near the rural town is the wolf. Qiao An and his elders taught him a common sense of field travel since he was a child: wolves are naturally afraid of fire. It's safer to stay by the fire.
However, these country boys soon discovered that the experience of the old people did not work. The wolves in the jungle didn't seem to care much about the bonfire, and they came out of the dense forest one after another, surrounding Joan and the others. What makes everyone even more disturbed is that these wolves are still wearing saddles. The knights on the back of the wolves look like goblins at first glance, but they are taller and stronger than ordinary goblins. However, their orderly behavior and cold eyes made Joan faintly feel that they were more dangerous than goblin bears.
"It's the 'hobgoblin wolf cavalry', the most elite unit under Letu's command!" Roger's voice trembled slightly as he spoke, unable to conceal the fear in his heart.
A "hobgoblin" is a subspecies of goblin-like creature that, while looking like a larger, stronger goblin, is far less practical than a goblin. Hobgoblins are much higher than ordinary goblins in terms of combat effectiveness and intelligence. The biggest difference is that hobgoblins generally advocate order and violence, understand the importance of discipline and unity and cooperation, and are suitable for training to become ruthless warriors.
If a hobgoblin realizes that he is not strong enough to become a tyrant, he will be proud to serve an ambitious tyrant, so it is not difficult to understand that Leto, the ruler of the screaming forest goblin family, was born in the hobgoblin family. The senior officers and even the elite troops around them are also hobgoblins. In the eyes of hobgoblins, bear goblins are powerful thugs that can be used. As for ordinary goblins... In the eyes of hobgoblins, these thin and wretched cousins are even inferior to human slaves with special skills, and they are nothing more than a group of cheap cannon fodder.
At this moment, there were no fewer than twenty hobgoblin knights riding a warg surrounding Joan and his party. They were all wearing black leather armor, with a long sword on their waists, a long bow hanging on the side of the saddle, and a quiver on their backs. The leading knight was wrapped in a red cloak outside the pitch-black armor, and the night wind blew the cloak violently, exuding a strong smell of blood—there was no doubt that this dazzling red cloak was indeed dyed with blood.
The captain of the hobgoblin wolf cavalry shook off the hem of his cloak, and urged the particularly tall and strong wolf under his crotch to approach two steps forward. The Common Language makes the announcement.
"In the name of Lord Letu's guard knight Zarf Cutthroat, I request you to immediately put down your weapons, kneel down and surrender, and those who disobey will be killed without mercy!"
"Bah! What are you? I smashed your arrogant ugly face with a hammer!" The fiery dwarf spat at Zarph and rushed up with his hammer.
Zarph looked at the dwarf contemptuously, raised his hand, and behind him the wolf riders unfurled their bows and arrows, and a dense rain of arrows shot at Tom.
Tom raised his shield to block the arrows in embarrassment, cursing unceasingly.
"Damn coward! Are you worthy of calling yourself a knight?"
Dick and Gray galloped from either side of the dwarf to help him take the pressure off. Roger pointed his gun at Zarph and pulled the trigger, determined to kill the enemy leader first. It's a pity that the hobgoblin captain was unexpectedly vigilant, turned his head slightly to avoid the whistling lead bullets, pulled out a white arrow emitting magical fluctuations from the quiver on his back, and shot it with full bowstring.
Enchanted arrows screamed through the night, shooting straight into the blazing bonfire in the center of the camp. The moment the arrow touched the flame, it exploded with a "bang", and a large amount of liquid was sprayed out, which instantly extinguished the fire, and the glade in the forest suddenly became dark.
Human eyes cannot see normally in environments without sufficient light, and hobgoblins with natural "darkvision" are not affected. Captain Zarf was very satisfied with the favorable situation he created with his own hands, and waved his hand with a sneer: "Chop them up!"
The hobgoblin cavalry shouted in unison, and the wolves rushed to the camp with swords.
The people in the camp were not completely defenseless. Tom the dwarf, Jamie the half-breed winter wolf, and Gray the gray marsupial all had night vision, and they could barely hold on. The Tyndale brothers were in the most difficult situation. Dick could barely see the enemy on the opposite side, so he could only hold up his shield to block his younger brother Roger behind him, blocking the arrows from the opposite side with his intuition, and blood was already on both brothers.
Joan hurriedly took off his cloak and hood, and stepped back towards the campfire. His left eye vision is no different from that of ordinary people, and he can only vaguely see the shadows of enemies swaying in the forest. Fortunately, the deformed eyeball behind his neck can see through the darkness—this is a major feature of "strange blood".
Joan often feels inferior to his strange blood and the deformed eye on the back of his neck, but on this dangerous night, this eye saved the lives of him and his companions. Relying on the night vision ability provided by the eyes behind the neck, Joan passed through the shadows of swords and swords without any risk, threw a piece of glowing moss to the extinguished bonfire, and chanted a spell calling for light.
"Anar!"
The faint light emitted by a small piece of moss suddenly intensifies tenfold under the magic power boost, turning into a bright ball of light suspended on the wet firewood pile, the soft light radiates, dispels the darkness in the forest, and restores the battlefield environment fair.
Dick and Roger saw the surrounding situation clearly with the help of the light, and quickly approached Joan. Just when they were just taking steps, two groups of "dark clouds" suddenly flew behind them, and when the hoods fell.
Unexpectedly, the two brothers were caught in the "beast trap" thrown by the hobgoblin wolf cavalry, and fell to the ground one after another. The harder they struggled, the tighter the net made of animal tendons became.
Zarf held his tail finger in his mouth and whistled, and the wolf riders behind him threw out their nets. Poor Tom was covered by two nets one after another, entangled like a mummy, lying on the ground upright, unable to struggle.
Jamie dodged the net with his quick reflexes, spit out white mist with his tongue, and glared viciously at the distant relatives of the pack of wargs on the opposite side. With his brute strength, Gray directly tore the net covering his head, pulled up a big tree on the spot and roared towards Zarph, but before he got close to the hobgoblin captain, he was attacked by six wolf cavalrymen holding broadswords. He stopped and was forced to fight hard with one against six.
Joan also failed to escape the shackles of the net. Fortunately, the enchanted dagger in his hand was sharp enough, and he quickly cut through the net and escaped. However, before he could catch his breath, he noticed a stench blowing from behind The heat flow made my hairs stand on end.
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