Bloodline Lord of War

  Chapter 37 Warrior Smasher

   Robin held the hilt of the sword with both hands and twisted it vigorously, twisting out a big **** hole in Luman's chest, and then pulled out the sword.

  Luman lay sprawled on the grass, his eyes wide open looking at the dark cloud-covered sky, and the fear before his death still remained in his pupils. Hot blood gushed out from the wound, quickly staining the grass beneath him red.

  The hobgoblins who charged along with Luman stopped running one after another, and they all looked dumbfounded.

  In the Dragon King Guard, captain Luman is the most powerful person, but such a powerful captain couldn't even survive a round in the hands of that human being.

  The cold reality gave all the hobgoblin fighters a blow. They watched the human pull the sword out of the captain's body, as if they were watching a monster. Fear was written on every hobgoblin's face.

   Hobgoblins are different from Gnolls in that they have a higher IQ, so when they clearly know the gap between the enemy and us, they will also feel scared.

  Robin flicked the sword, and the blood sticking to the blade was thrown into the grass. He looked at the remaining hobgoblin warriors, his face was cold, and he rushed up.

  His speed was as fast as a gust of wind, and before the nearest hobgoblin warrior could react, he had already rushed in front of him, slashing his head with his sword.

  The hobgoblin warrior hurriedly wanted to raise his sword to resist, but after all, he was a beat too late. Robin chopped off his right hand with one sword, and even chopped off half of his head.

  The other hobgoblin next to him seemed to be frightened, roared instinctively, swung his two-handed sword in circles, and swept towards Robin.

  Robin bent down to dodge easily, then turned around and slashed with the same sword, using the belly as the middle line, cutting the hobgoblin in two.

  The upper body of the hobgoblin slowly slid down from the lower body, and the contents of his stomach were scattered all over the floor, still steaming. His upper body fell on the grass, and he didn't even die immediately, and he opened his mouth wide and let out a miserable scream.

  The sword in Robin's hand didn't stop, and he immediately rushed to the next hobgoblin, and then the next one, and the next one... His sword was as fast as lightning, and the blade entered the flesh cleanly.

   It's not that the hobgoblins didn't think about resisting. They rushed towards Robin, trying to use their numbers to make up for the huge gap in combat power. But under the blessing of the Titan's divine power, no one can block Robin's blow. In his hands, an ordinary long sword seemed to be an invincible magic weapon, frantically harvesting the hobgoblin's life.

Every time Robin took a step forward, pieces of hobgoblins fell down, and soon his body was covered with minced hobgoblin flesh, hot blood splashed all over his body, every time he took a step, there would be Leave a bright red **** footprint on the grass.

This kind of terrifying killing efficiency is beyond the reach of the more iron guards and elves. The caravan guards standing on the hill watching the show are all scared to death. They have never seen such a terrifying and **** battle, nor have they seen it before. Such a terrifying human being, they even began to doubt, is that really a human being?

  The red turban Janna stared intently at Robin who was fighting below, she felt her breathing uncontrollably rapid, she grabbed the front of her chest with all her strength, her heart was beating wildly in her chest.

  Although I have seen what Robin looks like in battle, that time was only a small battle with dozens of people, which is completely different from this big melee with hundreds of people.

   "My God, is this the legendary God of War?" She muttered in shock.

The yellow-haired newcomer was so frightened that his legs were shaking that he couldn't even stand upright. He sat down on the wet grass. At this moment, he suddenly remembered what the old man in the caravan had said to him: We can't mess with this lord. rise.

   Now he finally understands the true meaning of this sentence, the baron here is simply a devil!

   In less than a quarter of an hour, the fifty elite hobgoblins were almost killed by Robin.

  Robin used his sword to block the two-handed sword that was slashing in front of him, and then kicked the hobgoblin's calf. The strong kick directly broke the opponent's shin.

  The hobgoblin immediately knelt on the ground, screaming in pain.

   Then Robin grabbed the hobgoblin's head with his left hand, and slit his throat with his sword with his right hand.

  Blood spurted out of the cavity immediately, and the hobgoblin's mouth also sprayed blood foam. He fell on the grass and tried to cover the wound on his neck with his hands, but thick blood continued to flow out from between his fingers.

  He could only breathe out, not in. After a while, he died in agony while struggling.

  Robin raised his head, his face was covered with blood, like a killing **** who came out of hell.

   On the grass behind him, there were dozens of hobgoblin corpses lying here and there. Some of them had their heads cut off, some were cut in half, and some were pierced through their chests.

   There are less than ten hobgoblin warriors left in front of them. They are completely frightened, and the hands holding the sword are trembling slightly. No one dares to approach Robin.

   There was a strong smell of blood in the air. This smell would only make the hobgoblins more excited, but now they all couldn't help but want to vomit.

   Hobgoblins are a natural military race. They never lack courage and tenacity, and they can often withstand huge casualties on the battlefield. But they are also overwhelmed by fear when faced with a battle against which there is no chance of winning.

  The remaining hobgoblins looked at each other in horror, and from the faces of their companions, they could only see the same expression, an expression of fear.

  Robin took a step forward, and once again stepped on a scarlet **** footprint on the grass. It was this simple small step that became the final blow to break the psychological defense of these hobgoblins.

  They suddenly yelled and dropped their weapons, turned around and ran in fright, and continued to yell while running, and some even cried out of fright, with tears and snot running down their faces.

   Janna on the hill couldn't believe her eyes when she saw this scene. It was the first time she saw a hobgoblin and was scared to cry.

  Robin didn't continue to chase, and looked at the hobgoblin's fleeing back, spit on the ground, and said contemptuously: "Bah! Bastard."

   While commanding the elf archers, Aisha has been paying attention to the battle situation on Robin's side. If Robin's battle is not going well, she will immediately rush to support with the elves.

  She once again lamented the bravery of the lord, and at the same time couldn't help but sympathize with those hobgoblin warriors. In all fairness, these hobgoblins are very good fighters, enough to deserve the term elite.

  But no matter how brave a fighter is, he will become a coward in front of Robin. Robin's desperate strength can easily destroy the courage and self-confidence that any fighter has finally built up.

   This man is nothing short of a fighter smasher.

  Dragon Vein Goblin watched his elite warriors being slaughtered bit by bit by that human, and his whole body was petrified on the sedan chair.

  He spent a lot of resources to pile up such an elite team, but in just half an hour, he was killed by that man alone!

This reality was so magical that Smaug wondered for a moment if he had fallen asleep. Everything he saw was a dream. His body might be lying in his tent right now, with two sleeping beside him. Sleeping female goblin.

   But then, when he saw that human being run again, fear and anger pulled him back to reality again.

   Robin charged with his sword in hand. His steps were not fast, but every step was very powerful.

  He did not attack the enemy's front, but chose to make a big circle, like a right uppercut, and slammed into the flank of the gnoll phalanx.

   Now, it's Robin's turn to raid Smaug's flank.

  (end of this chapter)