Chapter 121: Launching the Interception

"Warriors, lend me your ears!" Lacking a Fuzhuzhe Zhandou Pingtai and his own Rock Sheep, Sinuoli was not tall enough before the Humans; he could only try his best to raise his volume so his voice could be heard amidst the noisy battlefield.

"I saw on the mountain that those filthy Greenskins will break through from here! At the foot of the Grey Mountains lies your homeland, your territories! I believe no noble Knight would wish to see them ravaging the farms and forests of the Knight Kingdom!"

These words were directed at the Questing Knights and their squires. During the descent, Sinuoli's brain was stimulated by the cold wind and raced; he parsed the different demands of these two hundred-plus Humans.

The Questing Knights fought for honor, merit, and the protection of their homes. They were all locals of the Akeman Viscount's territory; protecting the farms and subjects of their fathers and brothers was their duty.

"Friends, I will tell you the truth: the number of Greenskins is great, and their will to escape and continue the Waaagh! elsewhere is also very firm."

Sinuoli employed the rhetorical tactic of disparaging first and praising later, "But, I must also tell you, we Sons of the Mountains have even more gold, and our will to settle our Grudges and pay blood for blood is even firmer than theirs!"

Seeing that the main force of Skarsnik was not far from the line, Sinuoli quickened his speech and tried to amplify his volume as much as possible.

"I promise here that as long as you can hold the line until my kin arrive, then everyone will receive a full twenty Dwarf Gold Coins; even for serfs, I will pay ten!"

Sinuoli offered a very high price. Because of their superior gold content and craftsmanship, Dwarf Gold Coins could often be exchanged for more Human coins. For ordinary adventurers and farmers who could not save much after a year of hard work, this was undoubtedly a windfall.

But that was not all; Sinuoli then gave them another reassurance: "For those who die heroically in battle, the amount I have promised will be delivered to your families by my kin without a single coin missing. I swear this in the name of the High King's envoy!"

Before the words had faded, the Night Goblins who were most eager to charge reached Sinuoli. He twisted his body and smashed the Goblin's head with his Warhammer; he had no time to observe the effect of his pre-battle mobilization speech before throwing himself into the fight.

In the blink of an eye, a group of pink flesh-balls came bouncing over, some of them still hanging with shrieking, crazed Night Goblins.

"Raise shields!" Maldini shouted, directing the Infantry Regiment and the adventurers to set up a thin defensive line.

These Humans were not equipped with large shields specifically for resisting cavalry; they only had small round shields used in combination with one-handed swords. These were effective enough against the arrows of Goblin archers, but still fell short when facing the rampaging Squigs.

Seeing the Humans in the front row in a panic under the biting of the Squigs' big mouths and the sneak attacks of the Night Goblins, the line began to waver. Sinuoli shook his head and directly used Thunder Strike.

Sinuoli's body seemed to have mastered this skill by instinct; he swung the Warhammer in his hand and struck the ground hard, and a shockwave carrying electric arcs rippled out with him at the center.

The dozen or so Squigs near Sinuoli were directly shocked and collapsed to the ground; the Night Goblins on top of them were even more fragile and turned directly into a puddle of meat paste. Those slightly further away also stumbled, their charge hindered.

"Brothers in the back, give us a hand!" Maldini commanded, he and his mounted comrades were circling around to the back, giving their mounts room to accelerate.

The infantry Humans in the rear heard this and stepped forward one after another, forming a dense formation in an attempt to join forces to block the subsequent charge.

"Little ones whose hair hasn't even grown out, don't do this!" Captain Gelunsen saw this and swung his long hammer horizontally, breaking two Night Goblins in half along with their broken shields.

Before the old Dwarf's words had faded, Sinuoli saw several Fanatics spinning over with Flails.

"Scatter! Quickly scatter!" Sinuoli shouted anxiously. The skinny Night Goblins driving these huge hammers were clearly no longer bound by the laws of Niu Jueye after eating Madcap Mushrooms. If these things touched you, let alone the infantry Humans in simple armor, even formal Knights in full master-crafted Plate Armor might not be able to take it!

The Humans were neither deaf nor blind; even the infantry regiments of Bretonnia had relatively rich combat experience. They quickly dispersed and were not swept by the hammers at the first moment.

"Shoot, shoot for me!" Maldini was also commanding his Peasant Archers. Able to survive war after war while wearing only cloth clothes, these seemingly unremarkable old farmers were each and every one of them guys with very keen instincts for local battlefields.

As soon as they saw those terrifying Fanatics, they wanted to grease the soles of their feet. Although called back by the Knight lords, these part-time archers had very poor shooting accuracy due to nervousness and being busy firing!

Of the fifty arrows, fewer than thirty could fly over the heads of the Night Goblins. Night Goblins were small in size to begin with, and it was even harder to hit them as the hammers spun at high speed. Only two of the five Fanatics were hit, and one of them was not killed directly; the pain only stimulated its innate ferocity.

"WAAAGH!" It roared with an intensity that seemed to squeeze its lungs out of its chest. Because of his height, it was hard for Sinuoli not to notice the legs of the Humans around him trembling slightly, intimidated by the enemy's madness.

"In the name of the Ancestor Gods! Go to hell!" Sinuoli spun the Warhammer in his hand twice, twisted his waist slightly, and flung it out. Relying on the lock-on of the Storm Hammer skill, the Night Goblin's next roar didn't even have time to crawl out of its throat before it turned entirely into a pile of minced meat!

"Hmph! Dwarf-ghost, just scum!" Sinuoli reached out and beckoned, and the Warhammer flashed with a Rune and flew back into his palm. Because they lost their controllers, the two flailing iron balls began to spin wildly; their movement direction changed, and they became tangled with the other three Fanatics.

"Well hit!"

"Truly beautiful!"

Seeing this wave of the Night Goblins' offensive neutralized, the surrounding comrades praised Sinuoli's skill while reorganizing their formation.

At the same time, the Goblins were also reorganizing. Because the mountain road was narrow, in order to avoid being killed by the Fanatics who did not distinguish between friend and foe, these guys also retreated a little distance to leave room for the hammers to spin.

"Look! Gobla, what has the great Skarsnik seen? Stunties! A dozen or so Stunties dare to block our path?"

Skarsnik, in the middle of the team, saw Sinuoli's heroic posture and let out a cackling laugh.

"Come, pull those things out! Let these Stunties with beards not even grown out not dare to oppose us even when they get to hell!"

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