Survive the Fourth Natural Disaster

The moonlight in the pool flickered, and Selune asked puzzledly: "Don't they have their own main god Mog-Gaya?

Why go directly to the Goblin Lord Maglubiette?

I remember that hobgoblins always go to their main god first when they have something to do...

In other words, they also ran away with some goblins? Why? No matter how many gadgets there are, it’s useless, right? "

"Hobgoblins just want to enjoy fighting, and they are all soldiers, including women.

In their eyes, even if female hobgoblins do not train full time, they should be used to cultivate children instead of being buried in housework.

Small tribes of hobgoblins may have to work on their own for fear of being betrayed by their slaves, but a colony as large as the one on Giant's Spine is bound to have enough slaves.

In their eyes, goblins are the most suitable slaves. Although they are not as useful as jackals and humans, at least they will not run away or harm young children. Hill explained calmly, "Although goblins are indeed useless and lazy, they can still work under the whip." "

Selune thought for a while before saying, "Okay~ I understand. I really didn't expect that someone would work with such a dirty little potato."

The IQ and height of hobgoblins are actually similar to humans, and they are not as ugly as goblins. Although they are cold and cruel, they can be regarded as a serious intelligent group.

As for goblins, even if their IQ is higher than that of white dragons, no one would think that they are a race that can be put on the table.

"Knights, be careful to block arrows!" A loud roar of "Yu Luo Fan Chen" came from the giant screen.

The undead knights had already rushed to the top of the mountain, and then were blocked... A black light curtain fell upside down on the three-story black and gold palace with an area of ​​2,000 square meters.

At this time, the mages also walked up the mountainside. They could not reach the sky or the ground. They put some distance between themselves and the knights. They were walking very casually, which made people feel like "the opportunity has arrived"... ...The hobgoblin leader holding the sub-artifact bow and arrow shot out the last two demon-breaking arrows in his hand without hesitation.

With his ability and hatred towards the undead, if he still had it, he would definitely shoot three arrows at the same time.

Although many people's lives were taken away by these artifact arrows due to mistakes, the commanders still knew that the hobgoblins must still have magic-breaking arrows waiting for a sneak attack.

He was lucky to have been taken away by their bait at the beginning... For hobgoblins with high military literacy, as long as they can kill the top commander of the place, even sacrificing a few magic-breaking arrows is worth it.

But they were a little too closed-minded and had no idea what kind of strange creature the Trasil elf standing opposite was.

If it is other forces on the mainland, through the analysis of the undead in the past few years, it must be clear that to deal with these immortal elves, they must either go directly to the bosses above level 35, or stay away from them.

Those normal military battles are basically useless.

Soon some of the more agile swordsmen began to chase the two fast magic-breaking arrows... After letting these arrows fly, it would not be so easy for the knight to smash them down with his shield, so he had to I hope that some swordsmen with relatively high agility can directly interrupt their acceleration.

But even if you are a swordsman, you have to take action when the magic-breaking arrow happens to kill a certain mage, otherwise you will not be able to catch up.

But the attack of the magic arrow is random... there are so many unlucky people, who knows whose turn it will be.

Some of the swordsmen are protecting the little sister, but most of them are looking for the unlucky guy in their hearts... the kind who throws the dice and always gets a 1, and the blind box is always guaranteed.

The beautiful ladies smiled gratefully at the warriors who appeared around them. Their cheeks were rosy, and they didn't know whether they were excited or shy.

The unlucky ghosts looked at the swordsmen who appeared around them with ferocious eyes, and a light blush appeared on their cheeks... I don't know whether it was anger or anger.

The Demon-Breaking Arrow finally chose two unlucky guys. I don't know if it was because their faces were so red that they looked particularly good-looking, but at least the swordsmen surrounding them completed the task perfectly.

The demon-breaking arrows that were smashed to the ground were pressed hard by five or six long swords. They were still struggling fiercely and almost broke through their suppression... Fortunately, the speed of the knights was not too slow. Before that, Arrive.

The 'Perfect Bald Head' rode on his own tiger and rampaged around, and finally put the two long arrows back into his pocket.

Then he extended a thumbs down to the hobgoblin leader under the black mask... in exchange for three arrows fired in unison, magic arrows shining with black and gold light.

Although the speed of these arrows is not as fast as the magic-breaking arrows, they are not that easy to dodge.

The bald man was so frightened that he immediately put away his tiger friend and ran away with his head in his arms... Unfortunately, the other party had already used his strongest means, and he failed to escape successfully this time.

This should be the demonic power belonging to the succubus queen. The bald head was actually able to dodge pretty quickly, but it was just brushed aside and turned into light directly.

But this was something he asked for himself. The last time someone only gave him an arrow, it was because he still had to save energy to deal with Old Snow Dog. Now when people are killing people indiscriminately, how can he be left to provoke him?

Although the undead are trying to use their most powerful skills to attack the defensive shield, it doesn't seem like it can be done in a short while.

"Sunilon's strength can probably only resist the undead's bombardment for two hours." Selune made a judgment, and then asked, "Why don't those hobgoblins run away?"

"Are you already in knots after asking such a question?" Shar came back at some point. "These hobgoblins must have signed a contract with the succubus. Unless the protection fails completely, they will end up escaping. Just give your soul to the succubus.”

Selune said confusedly: "Isn't the evil camp the best at tearing up contracts?"

"Tearing up the contract is not based on character, but on strength." Shar said coldly, "They are stronger than the succubus. Of course, anything will work, but if they are stronger than the succubus, how can they be her attributes?" Down?"

Selune said "oh" twice before sighing and saying: "It's better that you understand them. I always don't understand their style."

This statement is not sarcastic to Selune and Shar, it is just stating the facts.

"So wait a minute, can we see the extreme escape of these hobgoblins?" Selune asked with interest, "It seems quite interesting."

Hill said softly: "It depends on whether their family can reach the altar and summon Magrubiette before the undead break the defensive shield."

"Huh?" Selune couldn't help but tell the truth, "How could a guy like Magrubiette sacrifice his divine power to save them at this time?

His divine power network is just that little~"

Shar rarely agreed with her sister: "It's impossible for him to take action. These dead hobgoblins seem to be well-trained. He also needs them in the Kingdom of God, so they can go directly to participate in his endless war in hell. "

Hill nodded silently and said nothing more... But no one knows whether Magrubiette can still make his own decisions now.

In fact, Hill couldn't be sure when exactly Bane took control of the Goblin Lord and even made him "willingly" become his slave god.

But it was indeed during the spell plague.

What Magrubiette needs is indeed warriors who can participate in the holy war in hell against the souls of the treacherous orcs, but what Bane needs are living people who can help him gain faith on earth... and send souls to hell. Playing a soul battle is simply sick in the eyes of this tyrant.

Moreover, Bane would definitely prefer that the Goblin Lord's divine power network in Toril be completely abolished. In this case, Magrubiet will not try to use the hands of believers to break away from him for at least a thousand years.

If he wanted to cause trouble, Magrubiette had to first get himself a sufficiently concealed divine power channel.

But Magrubiet, who only knows how to fight bravely, wants to exterminate the dwarves and gnomes, but also wants to fight a soul war with the orcs, and fantasizes about wiping out all life on the earth. No matter how many gods Bane is, no one with a little bit of intelligence would think that the goblin god can win.

Anyway, as long as the magic shield is broken, Hill will know whether these two guys are entangled now.

He still has some patience.

The undead spent most of their time on defense. It was a rare opportunity to use a defensive shield, so they showed great excitement... mainly because they didn't need to aim at all.

Even those strong men who couldn't hit one meter away can now carry out effective attacks, which makes them very excited... Standing in front of the defensive shield, they resolutely withstood the long attacks of the hobgoblins inside the defensive shield that appeared all the time. Spear spear.

Even the defensive knights holding shields were pushed behind them.

At this time, death is no longer enough to stop them from shining!

The helpless commanders can only ask the priests to keep their distance and increase the health of these guys... These guys who rarely have the opportunity to take action have always been representatives of the more perfect equipment of Yue Cai, and they also have the BUFFs of several high-level potions on their bodies. .

When it comes to spells, there is a huge difference between the lower level and the higher level. Now their damage has almost been increased to two levels, which is indeed very useful for destroying the defensive shield.

Just try not to let them die!

"The thoughts of the undead are sometimes really difficult for people to understand." Selune paid attention to the battle situation on the giant screen for a while, and couldn't help but speak again, "Why do they take potions worth 20,000 gold? Put up a defensive shield that must be broken?"

"Well..." Hill was still summarizing the words in his mind, but Shar came up with the answer faster: "It's like you, who obviously have no musical talent, have to open a tavern and be a good singing and dancing proprietress. !

Didn’t you also spend a lot of money to buy a lot of strange automatic playing and singing objects from Lierla and Miriel? "