Chapter 390: Chapter 329: The Summit Battle of the Five Lords【5K】_1
Translator: 549690339
Blood moon in the sky, the stars dimmed.
At the top of the mountain, the chilling night wind mixed with the smell of gunpowder and blood from below continuously howled past Wesley Peterson and the four other lords, bringing a bone-chilling coldness.
At this moment, not far from them and their nearly 200 Tier 1 subordinates, was a well-organized, fully armed foreign race army.
At a glance, their numbers roughly estimated from the densely packed figures in the distance seemed almost equal to them.
At some point, waves of icy killing intent began to emanate from the short squad, and even their marching formation started to become more compact.
There was no doubt that the enemy had also discovered their presence and had prepared for the killing.
At this moment, under the flickering torchlight in the enemy’s hands, the lords of cold sweat on their foreheads finally saw the enemy soldiers’ faces one after another.
These soldiers were dressed in brown leather armor, about a meter tall.
Despite their small stature, their rough, deep green skin, hideous and terrifying ugly faces, and elephant-like broad and sharp ears gave an immense sense of oppression.
Especially when this oppressive feeling formed a neat and uniform gigantic whole.
The change wasn’t as simple as one plus one.
It was like a sea tornado raising huge waves, terrifying enough to make one almost suffocate.
Thump, thump, thump.
At this time, as the enemy’s footsteps grew clearer and more organized, everyone’s hearts began to tremble more and more.
“Is this… a goblin?! Isn’t this supposed to be a weak experience monster in the game? Why does it look so terrifying?”
Gazing at the strong green-skinned soldiers holding cold, glinting blades in their hands, the long-haired lord with a spear retreated several steps again. If it weren’t for the long spear’s support, he probably would have collapsed to the ground.
Seeing the murderous lineup, the three young lords nearby were panic-stricken, their legs soft and their bodies trembling slightly as they clenched their rough weapons tightly.
Especially the two pretty female lords— they turned pale as ghosts and hid directly in the shadow of a large rock.
It should be known that not long ago, they were just a group of ordinary people living in a city. How could they have witnessed such a formidable array?
The majority of farmers and hunters also showed panic, causing the formation at the entrance of the mountain pass to lose cohesion.
“Everyone, don’t panic!”
Seeing the morale plummet around them, Wesley Peterson, who was the only one who could maintain some composure, let out a soft shout before continuing, “Archers, get ready! Let these bastards know that attacking us will cost them dearly!”
“That’s right, that’s right. With our position here, we can hold off a thousand enemies. Relying on the terrain, they may not be able to break through!”
The professional warriors at the front with strengths above Tier 1 Five-stars also shouted quickly, signaling the other farmers to stabilize their formation.
However, judging by their white-knuckled grips on their weapons and their sweat-drenched foreheads, their panic was not much better than the others’.
As the shouting of Wesley Peterson, and the warriors brought some semblance of calm to the confused subordinates.
Under Wesley’s command, nearly 20 hunters in the back row drew their bows and aimed at the sky, taking on the posture of a projectile.
“Fire!”
Soon after, as the enemy entered their range and Wesley gave the command, their enemies’ troops formed several large, eerie green light balls on the opposite side almost simultaneously with the hunters shooting their arrows.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Before the arrows hit the ground, the fast-approaching eerie green balls roared and ruthlessly smashed into the professional warriors at the front.
Due to the extreme speed of this strange magic, the front-row soldiers without shields could not dodge in time and were hit squarely by the eerie, ghostly green light balls.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The tremendous impact propelled the unprepared warriors to fly out one after another.
In an instant, piercing screams echoed everywhere.
The armor and leather on these warriors immediately emitted a wisp of green smoke. Before they even hit the ground, their pained faces went unresponsive, dead or alive unknown.
At the same time, a pungent, bloody smell began to permeate the air.
On the other hand, the arrows fired by the hunters only pierced the neck of one goblin, causing it to fall backward, while the rest were blocked by shields.
“Do they have a mage?!”
Seeing this, a massive amount of cold sweat began to seep from Wesley Peterson’s forehead, his heart cooling by half.
Before the two sides have even officially clashed, more than half of the elite Tier 1 warriors have already been killed or injured, and only one of their enemies has been shot.
Under such circumstances, with both sides having nearly equal numbers, the outcome was naturally clear.
Suddenly, as these events occurred in the blink of an eye by the time Wesley Peterson responded.
Before him, the short, hideous, ugly goblin soldiers, while waving their sharp weapons and shouting an incomprehensible language in a fierce tone, roared and charged!