Bloodline Lord of War

  Chapter 185 Farewell on the wasteland

  The only living blood hobgoblin had his hands and feet cut off, so he could only flop around in the grass like a dehydrated fish, screaming hoarsely at the coalition soldiers around him.

   Baron Lauren and a group of coalition soldiers surrounded him. The soldiers looked down at him with anger in their eyes. If Baron Lauren didn't deliberately order to keep him alive, these coalition soldiers would have chopped him into pieces.

   When Robin came over, he saw Baron Lauren squatting beside the blood hobgoblin, trying to pry a little information from him.

   "Where is the Duke of Blood? Where is your main force?"

   Baron Lauren swung his iron fist and slammed the blood hobgoblin's face with a heavy hammer. Within a few hits, the blood was covered in blood on the blood hobgoblin's face, and the bridge of his nose was also hammered.

But this blood hobgoblin didn't care at all. He continued to growl at Baron Lauren, babbling a lot of goblin language. Although no one could understand it, it could be seen from his ferocious expression, He must have said something nice.

  Although hobgoblins can be considered a relatively high IQ race in the wasteland, those who can speak human languages ​​are still rare, and Baron Lauren just wants to try his luck. What's more, even if you don't understand the language, as long as the other party is willing to submit, you can also communicate through gestures.

  However, the blood hobgoblin in front of him obviously does not intend to cooperate with humans, let alone surrender.

  The language used by hobgoblins is goblin language, yes, the "goblin" in goblin language refers to the kind of dirty, ugly and useless green leather scorpion.

   It is said that goblins also had a very strong civilization in ancient times. The current hobgoblins and bear goblins belong to this line of goblins, so they all speak the goblin language.

  Human linguists have done research on goblin language, and the results surprised them. Goblin language is a very mature and perfect language, and some parts are even more ingenious than human language. This also verified from the side that the goblins once had a higher civilization.

  It’s a pity that times have changed, and I don’t know how the goblin race has become more and more miserable. Finally, it has come to this scene that everyone hates. Even the hobgoblins and goblin bears who belong to their "relatives" use them as food.

   "Mad, these **** monsters can't communicate at all." Baron Lauren was very disappointed, and stood up cursing.

  The vampire hobgoblin was still lying on the grass, "cursing" at Robin and the others with wide-eyed eyes. He kept spitting blood from his mouth, but he didn't seem to notice it, and continued to roar with a hoarse voice.

  Baron Lauren looked down at the blood hobgoblin with a gloomy expression on his face: "Look at these monsters, we have cut off their hands and feet, and even pierced their chests, but they are still alive. Their vitality is disgusting."

  He raised his head, looked at Robin, and continued.

"That Blood Duke, I really don't know what kind of weird blood magic she used to transform the natives of the wasteland into such undead monsters. I have only heard about the horror of blood races in the poems of bards before, but now, I It’s a real experience of how terrifying they are.”

  Robin was a little surprised. Baron Lauren always had a straight face on weekdays, giving people the image of a tough man of steel. This was the first time he had such a heart-to-heart with Robin, confessing his timid side deep in his heart.

   "Baron Lauren, why do I feel that you are afraid? This is not like you." Robin was a little surprised.

Baron Lauren looked around and saw that the other coalition soldiers were busy cleaning up the battlefield. There were only Hassel and Rubia beside him. He relaxed, smiled at Robin, and said sincerely : "In the face of these undead monsters, how can anyone be not afraid at all? But in front of my soldiers, I must pretend to be fearless, and I must be their example."

  Robin agreed with Baron Lauren's behavior very much, and praised sincerely: "Baron Lauren, you are really a good lord. If I were an ordinary soldier, I would be willing to follow you."

   Baron Lauren admired Robin's strength, so he was very happy after hearing Robin's praise, his big face almost burst into laughter, and hurriedly said: "No, Baron Robin, I dare not command you."

  Then, Baron Lauren winked at Rubia next to him, raised his finger and pointed at the blood hobgoblin who was still lying in the grass and roaring wildly: "Rubia, you deal with this."

   "Yes, Lord Baron." Rubia replied.

  He took a handaxe from his waist, squatted down, and smashed the ax on the head of the blood hobgoblin expressionlessly. As if he was afraid that the blood hobgoblin would get back up again, Rubia slashed five or six times on the blood hobgoblin's head, and he didn't stop until the blood hobgoblin's head was smashed.

  The blood hobgoblin finally could no longer make a sound. He was lying on the grass next to the carriage, his head looked like a watermelon that had been dismembered.

   Rubia stood up, gasping for a few rough breaths, with a disgusted expression on his face, sniffing his nose suddenly, and spitting sticky phlegm at the blood hobgoblin's corpse.

  The next step is to deal with the corpses of the human soldiers on the carriage, the corpses of the fifteen carts. Robin and the others don’t have enough manpower, tools, and time. They can’t bury all the corpses on the spot.

  The lame Abal found several cans of kerosene from a carriage, so Robin and Lauren decided to set the bodies on fire. Although cremation is not a traditional way of burial in the empire, it is still better than exposing corpses in the wilderness and being eaten by vampires or other jackals and beasts.

Therefore, the coalition soldiers poured all the kerosene on fifteen carriages, and Abal was also in the team of pouring oil. He limped and held a large can of kerosene, and poured the kerosene on the carriages with difficulty. Looking at the human faces being doused in flames, a deep sadness suddenly rose in his heart.

  The kerosene was brought over by the Wilderness Allied Forces. It was originally used to kill the vampires, but now, they poured kerosene on their own compatriots.

  After emptying a can of kerosene, Abar suddenly found in front of him a human corpse on the carriage with his eyes wide open, looking at the blue sky above his head.

  It was a young boy, about the same age as Abal. From his eyes, Abal did not see fear or cowardice, only a deep reluctance for the blue sky.

   Abal had a sad expression on his face, a soft place in his heart seemed to be hit, and suddenly his nose felt a little sore.

  He couldn't bear to look at those eyes again, and raised his hands to close them.

  After all the carriages were doused with kerosene, the coalition soldiers lit several torches and set the fifteen carriages on fire one by one.

Robin and Lauren led all the coalition soldiers and stood neatly in four rows in the open space next to them. All the soldiers took off their helmets. They stared at the fifteen burning carriages with solemn expressions. The flames shone on each of them. face.

   "Brave soldiers, may the Holy Light guide your souls, and enjoy eternal peace in the kingdom of heaven."

   Baron Lauren read the eulogy loudly, and then everyone bowed deeply to the burning carriage.

  The flames from the fifteen carriages were very conspicuous on the wasteland, and could be seen from miles away. Robin and the others couldn't stay here for long.

  So, after they quickly cleaned the battlefield, the group continued to advance towards the Blood Clan Fortress.

   I’m really sorry, I was busy at work yesterday and worked overtime. I was really sleepy last night. After writing this, I accidentally fell asleep.

  (end of this chapter)