Chapter 42 Crush Them!

The victorious soldiers, with smiles on their faces, marched in unison in the direction Clark was fleeing.

Angela, who knew the truth, shouted in a clear and bright voice:

"We are the soldiers of the lord, the shield guarding the territory, and the sharp blade to defeat the enemy!"

"In a few minutes, the remaining people of the slave-catching group will pin their hopes on hundreds of dog-headed people, waiting for us to lose both sides, and then run out to pick up the bargain."

As soon as this was said, the soldiers immediately laughed. Angela quickly said:

"I guess the reason is very simple. The people of the slave-catching group are afraid. They no longer have the belief of victory!"

"But they are destined to be disappointed. The lord will personally solve all the dog-headed people, and we can catch them by surprise!"

When Matthew was mentioned, the soldiers looked at him with reverence. Old John struck while the iron was hot and shouted:

"Victory!"

The soldiers shouted in unison:

"Victory!"

The fanatical shouts echoed in the empty and flat wasteland and also reached the ears of the slave-catching group.

Clark, who was somewhat panicked, hurriedly pointed in the direction of the sound and whispered in an unbelievable tone: "This is definitely not a newly recruited militia, it must be an elite force sent by the Threl family!" Bloodhand Kahn, wearing a full metal armor, is 1.9 meters tall, holding a single-edged axe, exuding an amazing murderous aura. As a warrior who is about to step into a high-level professional, Bloodhand Kahn not only has strong strength, but also has rich combat experience. Since he joined the Pfizer Caravan, he has experienced dozens of large and small battles and witnessed many dangerous and terrible opponents. He has killed orcs with strong physique and amazing strength head-on. He has also chopped off the head of a troll with strong recovery ability. He has also gone deep into the northern wilderness and hunted huge ogres with extraordinary power. However, he has never seen any enemies with such terrible tacit understanding and momentum as these soldiers in front of him. Their individual strength is not strong, and some are not even professionals. However, their tacit understanding is extremely terrifying. The neat and uniform steps, the unified formation, and the powerful momentum cannot be explained by Clark's words "elite".

At this time, Kahn also knew that he was in big trouble!

Not to mention the mysterious spellcaster that Clark mentioned, it is very likely that he is also hidden among them.

In this way, this young lord must have come prepared!

Frowning helplessly, Blood Hand Kahn secretly made up his mind that if the situation is not good, he will retreat directly first.

Although making money is important, life is more important!

Before the battle began, the two sides had already distinguished their determination to fight.

It can be seen that Matthew had taken great pains to create the influence and effect of a crushing victory.

Woof! Woof! Woof!

Shouts came from afar, and hundreds of fangs and claws rushed out from the dark corners of the dark forest.

The members of the slave-catching group, who looked a little ugly, were relieved and silently thought and prayed in their hearts.

Looking at the ogres rushing in like a tide, Bloodhand Kahn breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he had this preparation, at least he stabilized his momentum.

But he also knew very well that he could not rely entirely on these hundreds of weak ogres, and he had to rely more on his greedy and desperate thugs:

"We are not particularly good at frontal combat, and using any means is our label."

"As long as we can win, the winner is the one who survives to the end!"

"As long as we defeat these soldiers, Bay Village will be in our pocket."

"Haven't you been holding back for a long time? Show your best skills!"

"Besides, I don't need to say more about the consequences of not completing the task, right?"

Listening to Bloodhand Kahn's somewhat cold tone, some uneasy members of the slave-hunting group shuddered immediately.

Under the stimulation of death and wealth, they blushed, stared at the soldiers who were getting closer and closer, and began to make the final preparations before the fight.

With a bloodthirsty smile on his lips, Bloodhand Kahn lowered his silver-white metal mask, revealing only a pair of murderous eyes, and shouted in a muffled voice:

"Melee fighters, charge with me, as long as we break through the defense of the first row, victory will belong to us!"

"Others, take a detour and cooperate with me to attack from both sides. I advise everyone not to be lazy, otherwise I will do it myself before the punishment!"

The anxious members of the slave-catching group adjusted their states one after another, preparing to fight hard next.

The soldiers marching forward also saw the dog-headed people rushing towards them.

The dog-headed people are not tall, only about 1.2 meters.

With dark red scaly skin and a pointed head, they look more like a big lizard standing up.

The reason why they are called dog-headed people is because of the sound they make, which is a sound of barking and humming.

The dog-headed people are not wearing any protective gear, and they are only wrapped in dark red coarse cloth rags, which seem to be dyed with some kind of pigment.

The weapons were also very dilapidated, full of gaps and rust, and obviously not well maintained. Some of the kobolds even held stone locks.

Although there were many of them, their formation was scattered, giving people the feeling that they would flee at any time.

Despite the huge gap in numbers, the soldiers all had a very strong momentum.

They believed in what Commander Angela said, the mysterious and powerful Lord, who would deal with these ignorant kobolds.

In fact, everyone is a little curious in their hearts, wondering what method the Lord will use to deal with such a large number of kobolds.

Gently stroking the staff, Matthew looked at the remaining mana.

After drinking a bottle of mana potion, it has now recovered to 280 points and can release 28 first-level spells.

Taking into account the additional consumption of three fireball spells, 90 mana points need to be left, leaving 190 mana points at his disposal.

An ordinary level 2 mage can only cast a total of three 0-level spells and three 1-level spells!

This is the power of the Arcanist!

It also proves the terrifying talent of Matthew!

The soldiers left the reeds of the wasteland and came to the edge of the dark forest.

The kobold emerged from the trees and charged towards him with a roar.

Not only did the soldiers in formation not stop, but they strode forward amidst Angela's shouts.

They formed a neat square formation and saw the professionals from the slave-catching group emerging from behind the kobold array, their eyes quite firm.

Angela stood up, raised her sword and pointed it at the well-armed warrior. The light around her became more and more dazzling, and she shouted crisply:

"Crush them!"

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