Bloodline Lord of War

  Chapter 39 Cleaning the battlefield

  The lord bent down and picked up a long knife used by the natives from the grass. Although it was dilapidated and the blade was covered with rust, it was more than enough to kill a goblin.

  Robin raised the knife with one hand, and was about to split the dragon vein goblin's head with one knife. At this moment, Smaug seemed to have heard Robin pick up the knife, he opened his eyes suddenly, and jumped up from the ground.

  Smaug didn't choose to run away, and he didn't choose to sneak attack. A stupid ordinary goblin might do that, but he is a special smart goblin. He knew very well that in front of this devil-like human warrior, he couldn't escape at all, and there was no possibility of a comeback.

  So, he landed on his knees, plopped, and knelt down neatly. He kneeled without hesitation, kneeling righteously.

  Because even for a second at night, the knife in the devil warrior's hand might fall down.

   "I surrender! Please don't kill me!"

  Smaug yelled with confidence, and he used a very standard imperial common language, which surprised Robin a little.

  A clever goblin who can breathe dragon breath, it is indeed a pity to kill it like this. However, Robin will never show mercy to his enemies.

  The cold blade landed on Smaug's neck, and the killing intent emanating from the blade made Smaug tremble all over.

   "I'll count to three, and give me a reason not to kill you. I won't be able to say it after counting, and my head will move." Robin said coldly, and then began to count.

"one."

  At this moment, Smaug's clever little brain immediately began to work rapidly.

   "I will take you to my tribe, and all my property belongs to you, my lord."

  He sold his tribe without hesitation.

  But Robin was unmoved, he already knew the location of the goblin tribe, and he would naturally lead someone to collect his spoils later, there was no need for Smaug to take him there.

"two."

  Smaug's green face was dripping with sweat, and he said hastily, "I have a private pot of gold, only I know where it is hidden, and I am willing to dedicate it all to your lord."

  Gold!

  As soon as he heard this word, Robin's eyes lit up immediately. What he needs most now is money, and he still owes a lot of money to Janna.

   "Well, congratulations, little green dwarf, you have won a chance to live for yourself." With a cold face, Robin slowly removed the knife from Smaug's neck.

  The dragon vein goblin knelt on the ground, bowed his head deeply, and couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief. Those short two seconds just now were the scariest two seconds in his life, and he felt like his heart was going to explode.

   "Simon!" Robin turned his head and yelled.

   "Leader, I'm here." Simon ran over, took off the **** helmet on his head, with a naive look on his face.

  Robin stretched out his hand and pointed at Smaug who was kneeling on the ground: "Watch this guy closely, if he does anything wrong, kill him immediately."

  Simon immediately stood at attention, straightened his back, and replied with a loud voice: "Yes! Leader!"

  Next, the iron guards and the elves began to clean the battlefield. They had a clear division of labor, and each of the two groups was responsible for a share.

  The iron guards were like a group of fisherman spearfishing, walking around among the corpses of the aborigines with their spears in hand, adding a spear to the dead or alive.

Quite a few aboriginal warriors did not die on the spot. They either had their hands and feet cut off, or had a big hole pierced in their stomachs, or were shot with arrows in their limbs. In the grass covered with blood and stumps, people moaned and wailed in pain, unable to move, unable to escape.

  In this era, there is no such humanitarian spirit as giving preferential treatment to the wounded. Robin believes that giving them a final blow is already the greatest kindness, at least it can save them from suffering.

  Besides, there is a lack of medical treatment in the wasteland. Even if they are not killed now, it is difficult for these wounded to survive the next day. Instead of letting them wait to die slowly in suffering, it is better to give them a good time now.

   Defeat equals death, this is the law of survival in the wasteland, cold but true.

  The elves are responsible for collecting the spoils. Although these aborigines are not much richer than Robin, mosquito meat is also meat, and the weapons and equipment on the aborigines can be sold for some money.

  Especially in Robin’s current financial situation, the poor are about to sell their pants, and now a beggar passes by his territory, and he has to grab other people’s begging bowls.

  Aisha was orderly. She commanded the elf warriors and piled up all kinds of weapons and armor in different categories. She also had a calfskin book on which she clearly recorded the captured spoils.

  In the past, this was all Robin’s work, and Iron Guard’s elm heads couldn’t do this kind of delicate work. Once the number exceeded one hundred, their limited brain capacity couldn’t handle it.

  With Aisha as his right-hand man, Robin immediately felt relaxed, and after the battle, he had nothing to do.

  The lord walked back to the hills with **** footprints. He seemed to have just taken a **** bath, and his whole body became a blood man, with a lot of minced meat of the aborigines hanging on his body.

  While walking, he took off the leather armor on his body, shaking off the blood and minced meat on it. On the top of the hill, the caravan guards all looked at him with admiration.

  Jana with the red turban walked down the hill quickly, holding a snow-white towel in her hand, and handed it to Robin.

   "Lord Baron, I have seen your bravery again!" Janna praised sincerely.

  Robin took the white towel very rudely, wiped his face indiscriminately, and wiped a white towel into a red towel.

   Then he chuckled and said, "Since I'm so brave, can your trucks be cheaper?"

  The smiling face of the red turban collapsed immediately, and he replied with disgust: "Master Baron, I have also seen your stinginess again."

   After speaking, Janna wanted to grab her white towel back like last time, but she reached out and grabbed it in vain.

  Robin held the towel in his right hand, with a mean smile on his face, he raised his eyebrows proudly at the little girl: "I guessed you a long time ago."

  At this time, Aisha came over with her little book, her beautiful face was filled with joy, and she reported to Robin:

   "Lord Baron, I counted our casualties. Only a dozen soldiers were slightly injured, no one was seriously injured, and no one died in battle."

  Jana was listening, and couldn't help but widen her eyes in surprise: "I heard that right, didn't anyone die in battle?!"

  She stood on the hill and witnessed the whole battle process. She knew how brutal the battle was, and the enemy's strength was several times larger. Under such unfavorable circumstances, it is unbelievable that none of Robin's side died in battle!

  Aisha also found it unbelievable, and said happily: "This must be God's blessing!"

  Compared to the exclamation of the two beauties, the lord is much calmer.

  He reached out and took Aisha's calfskin book, and while looking at the records on it, he said: "It's not God's blessing, this is our strength."

  Fifty iron guards and sixty elves, all of them are Awakened warriors. With so many high-level soldiers, if they still fight with each other 50-50, then Robin will simply cut himself down.

   Besides, this group of natives is not a hard stubble. The archers don't even have a decent bow, lack of shields, lack of armor, and their weapons are all junk, not even as good as the empire's motley crew.

  It seems that there is a huge disparity between the enemy and us, but in fact, after the whole battle, Robin's army has been fighting against the goblin tribe, and Smaug has no room to fight back.

  (end of this chapter)