Banner of the Evil God

The weather was not good the next day. It was gloomy and the north wind was strong. The snowflakes swept across the land and blew on those who were not wearing thick enough clothes. It was like a knife cutting.

But such weather was good for the Dalling mopping-up army. In such weather, the goblins could not send out sentinels. Even if they were led by the chief, the goblins with backward civilization could not prepare thick clothes for the sentinels to keep out the cold. Without thick clothes, they would be frozen stiff in less than half an hour and could be collected dead.

Even if the goblin chief arranged sentinels, the sentinels could only hide in the cave and come out from time to time to take a look. In such weather, the warning effect was almost zero. Two or three experienced scouts could deal with them all.

Indeed, the mid-level thief under Baron Dahl acted alone early in the morning, and then around noon, he came back to report: "We can act after lunch. I have confirmed two goblin outposts, and I will kill the sentinels in advance."

Baron Dahl was not surprised by such a result. With the skills of the thief, it was normal to do such a thing, and it would be strange if he couldn't do it.

So he ordered the mopping-up army to take a break, eat and drink, and after fully recovering their physical strength and spirit, they would march along the route marked by the thief and wipe out the goblins in one go.

The clergy of the Void Mask Church were behind the vanguard of the mopping-up army. In front of them were fifty fully armed soldiers and two knights. And not far behind them were almost the same number of archers.

As for Baron Dahl, he was further behind, being protected by the remaining fifty soldiers and knights to ensure his safety.

The servants naturally followed at the end. The militia composed of hooligans were on the outside, and the pure servants composed of the poor were on the inside. In general, Baron Dahl did spend some time to avoid casualties as much as possible.

For him, this might just be to prevent the morale of the army from being damaged, but for the clergy of the Church of the Void Mask, Baron Dahl fulfilled the agreement very well, so they would also fulfill the agreement well.

"Alas, if the opponent is just some goblins, it really can't be called a big battle!" A holy warrior said a little boringly, "I killed a lot of goblins when I was a farmer. These things are too easy to deal with. They can't be called opponents at all."

Looking at his sturdy bear-like figure and the heavy armor that can crush ordinary people to the ground, you can know how strong he is. Such a strong man, even if he doesn't know any martial arts, can easily defeat the goblins. Not to mention that he is close to the intermediate level. Enemies of the level of goblins, as long as they don't encounter chiefs and shamans, even groups of goblin warriors, are vulnerable in front of him.

In stories, there are often heroes who can fight against a hundred or even sweep away thousands of troops. If the enemy is limited to the level of ordinary goblins, fighting against a hundred is not difficult for him. Sweeping thousands of troops is also possible. The only thing that can't be done is probably being invincible.

"Don't talk nonsense, be careful." Karaba priest frowned and said, "Also, pull down the mask. If you are hit by an arrow, no matter how heroic you are, you can't withstand it. Goblin archers often soak the arrow tips in feces and urine. You don't want to be hit by an arrow soaked in goblin feces."

This threat is indeed strong and powerful. The sturdy paladin like a bear immediately shut up and pulled down the mask to completely protect his face.

After a while, he couldn't help but say, "This mask is good in every way, but it's a little stuffy."

"The mask is definitely not stuffy, it's you who smells." The Kabbalah priest said lightly, "Just take a shower more often."

"... No wonder I haven't taken a shower these days!"

"No one has taken a shower these days." The older priest smiled and said, "That's how adventures are. Just bear with the smell. If you need it, after this battle, if I still have some magic power left, I can give you a 'magic trick' to purify it. It's more or less effective."

"Magic trick" is an entry-level spell that can do some supernatural things, such as slightly raising or lowering the surrounding temperature, making food and water more delicious, making clothes cleaner... and so on. No matter which effect is not obvious, it can only be said that it is better than nothing. Generally speaking, its main purpose is to cooperate with the equally entry-level "illusion" to perform various magic tricks similar to those on Earth, such as dead branches blooming, various colors, lights and shadows or music appearing out of thin air, etc.

However, if this spell can be further developed, it will be extraordinary - the famous high-level spell "Volume Change" is its evolution, and further developed, it is the legendary "Manifestation". If there is a condition to further develop, it is the power of the gods, extraordinary power to change reality.

Among mages, this spell is a basic skill, and almost no mage can't do it. But among the clergy, only the clergy who major in the field of "wisdom" or "spell" can master this spell.

The old priest happened to have "wisdom" in his major field of power.

So as long as he has enough mana, he can indeed use some "magic tricks" for everyone. Although the effect may not be great, it is better than nothing.

After receiving his promise, the sturdy paladin was immediately happy. He patted his thick breastplate with his left hand wearing an iron glove, laughed and said, "Then I'll wait for your magic. Haha, I'm really fed up with this smell! Heavy armor is good in every way, but it smells too bad!"

"Just say less." Another paladin who was also wearing heavy armor sighed, "I didn't feel it at first, but now you make me feel more and more uncomfortable!"

Everyone laughed, not taking the upcoming battle seriously at all.

To be honest, this battle is really not worthy of being taken seriously by them.

When they arrived at the battlefield, the battle had already started. The goblin tribe, which had lost its sentinels, did not notice the arrival of the mopping-up army at all. They suffered a loss at the beginning and were dizzy by a round of arrows that fell on their heads. They were unable to organize a decent formation at all.

This is the disadvantage of backward civilization. If it were a relatively civilized tribe like the orcs, there would at least be a circle of walls or fences around the tribe, so they would not be easily hit by a hail of arrows. But the goblins are not so smart. Their tribe is just a bunch of caves or haystacks. Only the "great chief" and "honorable shaman" have tents - to be honest, in this kind of weather, tents may not be as good as caves.

The effect of caves to prevent arrows is good, but haystacks are completely useless. Moreover, there are naturally veteran adventurers in the mopping-up army. They roared first, scaring the goblins out of the caves or haystacks in panic, and then they rained arrows, so the effect was better.

With just the first wave of attacks, the goblin tribe was in chaos.