"Shit!" Roland casually swung the shield in his left hand and knocked away an "arrow" crudely made of branches and flint.
"I'm giving you a chance, huh?" Annoyed, Roland pulled out a one-meter-long wooden javelin from his system. He'd had the refugees carve it. Considering Roland's poor archery skills, a Grand Knight would have been more suited to powerful, heavy javelins. However, since javelins weren't recyclable (and he wasn't bothered to do so), Roland cleverly suggested a wooden javelin! Unlike the crudely crafted javelin of the trolls, Roland's was crafted from carefully selected hardwood, thinned at the ends and thickened in the middle. Finally, the ends were sharpened, carbonized with fire to enhance hardness, and finally polished to a smooth finish. Aside from the labor involved, it wasn't much worse than an iron javelin, of course, at close range.
"Whoosh!" The fighting spirit wrapped around the spear and then flew out with Roland's arms stretching out lightly.
"Ah~ Eh——" Following a shrill scream, only a struggling gasp remained, and it sounded obvious that more air was coming in than out.
"Hey! This javelin throwing skill is really good!" Roland nodded with a smile. It is indeed one of the few long-range attack skills of the knight. With the blessing of this skill, Roland can clearly feel that there seems to be a line guiding himself and the target. As long as he throws towards that fixed position, there is a high probability of hitting the enemy.
"Your Highness is great! You learn very quickly!" Omsk praised. Roland's talent was indeed good.
What? Roland couldn't throw a spear before? He couldn't learn without the skills passed down from the Knights Templar? Look at the two beside him: the fourth-tier Dragon Rider, Kaslo! And the sixth-tier Light and Shadow Hero, Omsk! It could be said that Roland could have learned all the basic skills of the Knight class from these two. They were like mentors imparting skills to the Knights Templar.
"Hehehe, if I hadn't been constantly training with goblins along the way, I wouldn't be so proficient." Roland smiled. Actual combat is the best teacher, and this is when the wooden spear's advantages are apparent. There's no need to recycle it, and even if the enemy picks it up, it's no problem. The violent impact and the infusion of battle energy will cause the wooden spear to shatter after hitting the enemy, not only causing secondary damage but also effectively preventing it from being used as a transport captain for the enemy. (At this moment, a bald principal looked up: "Transport? I'm familiar with this!")
"Kneel down!" An angry shout caught Roland's attention.
"What's wrong with my soldiers?" Roland looked puzzledly at the goblins who were tied up with vines and brought to his front.
"Your Highness! These scum just attacked you, and they didn't escape." The Lordaeron ranger was extremely angry. He and other rangers brought the captured goblins over.
"Oh? An attack? Does that count?" Roland recalled the pitiful, weak "arrow" just now?
"Okay, I'll interrogate them." Roland dismounted, thinking that he should not let his subordinates down. Although Roland thought it would be better to chop them all off, out of humanitarianism, he decided to give these goblins a chance.
"Perhaps some of you would like to tell me where you are from? Why did you attack me? Where is your tribe? Hmm?" Roland said to the captured goblins.
"@#*%￥..." Hearing Roland's words, a small leader-like goblin inside immediately struggled and yelled loudly. Although Roland didn't understand the goblin language, he could hear the swearing. Under his leadership, the group of goblins began to curse.
"Bang!" A loud bang startled both Kaslo and Omsk.
A round head flew in a graceful parabola and fell to the ground, where it was kicked away by a soldier. Two fountains of blood spurted out from the headless neck, half a meter high, like flowers. Looking at Roland's palm wrapped in the flames of battle energy, it was not difficult to guess that this poor guy had his head blown off by a slap.
(Goblin: Do you know how much damage a big fight can do to a goblin? My head is almost blown off!)
"Fine talk? Very good! Shut your mouth!" Roland grinned.
The surrounding soldiers immediately blocked the goblins' mouths to prevent Roland from being angered by these foul-mouthed goblins.
"Alas... Even such a kind and approachable lord like me is not recognized by you. You should know that I am King Raglan, a friend of the Orc royal family and a half-brother of the Trolls! Can we be more honest and less hurtful?" Roland asked sincerely as he drew out the Dragon Slaying Sword.
"It seems you don't want to talk about it?" Roland's eyes gleamed coldly.
"Swish!" A flash of sword light passed by, and suddenly a goblin's legs were cut off.
"Ouch!" The intense pain made the poor goblin struggle frantically. The extreme agony made him twist like a maggot.
"Tough guy! Good! I admire men like you! Take my reward!" As a reward, Roland chopped off the goblin's head with one sword.
"Hiss~" Kaslo and Omsk looked at each other and saw fear in each other's eyes!
"What about you? Will you tell me or not?" Roland placed the blood-stained Dragon Slaying Sword on the shoulder of the next goblin and asked in a very friendly manner.
"Hmmmm~" The goblin's eyes turned red with anxiety, his body twisted wildly, and his legs kicked randomly.
"Ha! Naughty! Swish!" Roland chuckled, cursed, and then used his backhand to remove his legs.
“Woo woo woo!”
Seeing that the goblin hadn't spoken, Roland raised his eyebrows. "Hey! All of them tough guys? I like them! What I admire most in my life are these loyal men who would rather die than surrender! Reward!"
With two backhanded sword strikes, Roland successfully turned the goblin into a "goblin stick", and blood spurted out from the broken parts everywhere.
"Ah... I admire you! What a warrior! What a warrior! I never thought a weak goblin could be so courageous! I'm so touched! What a great warrior!" Roland sighed. He had never expected the goblins he usually despised could be so courageous! Isn't this much better than the "banana people," "public intellectuals," and "traitors" of his previous life?
"In that case, I will give you a ride. I can't do much else, but I can still give you this honor! You are worthy of dying by my sword!" Roland chopped it in half with a pious heart.
"...Don't move! Damn it! I cut off the target! What are you doing? Look! Look! Didn't you cut it well? Hey, hey, hey! Don't be anxious, don't be anxious! Don't move, I'll give you another blow! Hey! Don't be awkward, be careful not to cut it off the target!" Roland stepped forward with a guilty look on his face to make the final blow.
"Hmm!" A dull roar came from the goblin's throat. Everyone looked at it strangely. Could a goblin make such a powerful sound?
"Um... sorry... it's crooked again, don't move! I will definitely give you the highest courtesy and let me chop off your head like a warrior!" Roland looked awkwardly at the goblin whose abdomen he had chopped off in half at an angle.
At this moment, three-fifths of the goblin's body had already fallen off, but his eyes were still wide open, bloodshot, and he stared at Roland intently.
“…”Caslo.
“…”Omsk
The two of them shuddered. They had seen many living saints, but this was the first time they had seen a living devil!
"Ah!" An extremely shrill scream resounded through the forest. Roland was seen holding his sword, staring helplessly at the goblin in front of him who was slashed by his shoulder. At this moment, the goblin demonstrated the tenacity of life. He was not dead even after suffering such injuries.
"Alright, alright! Stop howling! It's just a fatal wound, just bear with it!" Roland said angrily, blushing at his own swordsmanship. He turned his head to look at the next goblin, intending to ignore him.
"?" Caslo.
"?" Omsk.
"Just a fatal injury?" Even Balin, who came to join in the fun, looked as if he had seen a ghost.
The soldiers on guard around were silent. Balin was silent. Kaslo and Omsk were also silent. Listen! Listen to what they said. Is this human language?
"Okay! Stop talking! I know you're a warrior too! You won't say a word, right? You'll definitely rather die than surrender, and won't be afraid of death, right?" Roland said decisively, looking at the goblin.
Ignoring the frantic struggle of the goblin, whose eyes were filled with fear, Roland slit his throat with a sword and kindly reminded him, "It's okay! Take a deep breath. Dizziness is normal. It will be fine in a moment!"
"Puff!" A mouthful of beer spurted out of the mouth of Bahrain who was watching the fun.
"Plop!" Caslo slipped and fell directly to the ground.
Omsk opened his eyes wide in surprise as if he had discovered a new world.
Even the royal guards beside Roland quietly took a step back without leaving any trace.
Everyone looked at Roland with strange eyes. What a guy! I've seen the living King of Hell before, but this is the first time I've seen a living cub!
"Your Highness, do you think there is such a possibility? I say it is a possibility! It's not that they don't want to say it, but maybe their mouths are blocked?" Caslo reminded softly.
Roland, who had just bled the last goblin, froze up after hearing this, then mechanically turned his head towards Caslo.
“…” Roland.
"……"Bahrain.
“…”Omsk.
“…”Everyone.
Everyone fell into a strange silence as they looked at the goblin twitching in the cold wind, and then all eyes focused on Roland.
"Damn! Why are they looking at me? Their mouths are blocked, can't they speak? Even if they can't speak, can't they just write and draw?" Roland jumped up like a cat with its fur standing on end. That's right! It can't be me who's wrong! Roland muttered to himself, these goblins must not know how to adapt!
But when everyone's eyes turned to the bodies that were tied up and unable to move, they fell into a dead silence.
"Hey! To be honest... these goblins can still move even after being tied up like this. I have to say that they have a really strong desire to survive!" Balin laughed dryly.
"..." Kaslo and Omsk looked at each other, understood each other's thoughts, and retreated a few meters in fear, slightly distanced from Roland.
"It's really irrelevant..." Oli, Oyin, and Floy came over, took a look, and left quickly, as if there was something unclean here.
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