Chapter 124: The Situation Changes Abruptly

Under the influence of Rune Magic, the Warhammer in mid-air broke free from Niu Jueye's control and flew back at an eerie angle; however, the Night Goblin Shaman reacted with great agility, and upon hearing the strange sound from behind, it attempted to dodge by leaping to the right.

Although its movements were fast enough, its left arm was still caught by the Meteorite War Hammer; the Shaman let out a miserable shriek, its arm twisted into a strange angle, and its dagger fell to the ground.

"Die!" Sinuoli leaned slightly to dissipate the impact of the returning weapon, gripped the hammer in his hand, and stepped forward.

The Night Goblin Shaman naturally refused to sit and wait for death; it held its staff with one hand, attempting to block Sinuoli's attack, but having lost the support of its left hand, the staff was smashed away by Sinuoli.

"Watch out!" Just as Sinuoli was preparing to finish off this damned Night Goblin with one hammer blow, he heard a shout from behind. Hearing the sound, he rolled on the spot.

"Hiss!" A sharp sound rang out; Sinuoli twisted his waist and swung his hammer, smashing the head of a hunched, masked Sneaky Snuffler.

It held a dagger in each hand; after receiving the warning, Sinuoli had dodged the right-hand dagger, but was still slashed by the one on the left, leaving a white scratch on his armor.

Sinuoli saw the Night Goblin Shaman taking the opportunity to scramble away for six or seven paces; he couldn't be bothered to chase, so he simply threw his hammer and flattened its chest.

The Night Goblin Shaman twitched its limbs and breathed its last. Sinuoli raised his head to refocus on the battle, discovering that the Peasant Archers had been decimated under the surprise attack of these highly lethal dual-wielding Goblins.

Only a few lucky ones who stood on the periphery and were quick on their feet had saved their lives. Watching them crouched on the ground trembling, Sinuoli knew these Humans who had just witnessed the deaths of their comrades had lost their fighting spirit; as for whether they would be left with psychological trauma, that was not something he needed to consider.

Scanning the scattered Human corpses, Sinuoli found their state of death miserable; many of them had fatal wounds in the critical areas between their legs. Sinuoli could roughly imagine how the Goblins had accomplished these actions by relying on their perfectly suited height and the weapons in their hands.

At that moment, he couldn't help but feel his hair stand on end; perhaps, compared to this way of dying, being jumped on and having one's throat slit directly was more merciful.

The morale of those Sneaky Snufflers was quite average; after the Shaman who led them and provided magical support was slain by Sinuoli, they were somewhat fearful and hesitant.

Sinuoli looked back and saw that the clansmen of Fearless Fort had already engaged the rear guard of the Night Goblins, which put even more pressure on the Ogres. Some Humans had already fallen, and a few big fat ones had also collapsed to the ground, dead or alive, under the accumulation of small doses of toxins.

Sinuoli was caught in a dilemma for a moment; if he continued to confront the Beibi Lueduozhe, the defensive line might collapse, but if he turned back to support the line, there was no guarantee that these Goblins, who had not yet completely lost their will to fight, would not attack from behind. Sinuoli believed no one wanted to be pierced from front and back.

Suddenly, Sinuoli heard a few cannon shots—this was truly manna from heaven! In addition to the old trio—fireballs, iron shells, and Crossbows—this time there was also the "Crackle!" of grapeshot. Sinuoli knew this was Balin activating those two Organ Guns.

"Hold on, friends! Victory is in sight!" Sinuoli roared in time. Often, war is a contest of morale; if there is no heart to fight and one only wants to escape, then a larger number of people only increases the casualties caused by trampling.

"What about you? You wretched hunchbacks! Your boss is finished! Are you staying here waiting to be turned into dust by my Artillery?" Sinuoli shouted threats at the Sneaky Snufflers.

This achieved a certain effect; having witnessed the firepower of the Dwarfs, these dregs among the Goblins became unconfident in the daggers in their hands.

Fatisi Qishi took the opportunity to command a few cavalrymen to make a feint, forcing back the remaining Sneaky Snufflers.

"Hold! Hold!" Sinuoli ran quickly to the front of the line, and he and the few remaining fresh cavalry troops filled the gaps caused by combat losses.

Although they had lost the cover of the Peasant Archers, the effect of the convoy's Artillery was undoubtedly better. The Night Goblins were fighting under the scorching sun, their stamina was draining rapidly, and their attacks began to lose strength.

"Master Sinuoli! I'm here!" The booming voice of Qiangsen-Jian Dun rang out on the west side of the battlefield, accompanied by the sky-high orange crests of the Dwarf Slayers and the bloody storm they brought with them.

"Where is Skarsnik! Come forward and meet your death!" Manticore Slayer Rogov switched back to his favorite two-handed heavy axe; one sweep of his could bisect three or four scrawny Night Goblins!

He remembered Skarsnik, the name of the great enemy of the Qunshan for whom the Ancestor Goddess had specifically sent down an oracle. This Slayer, who sought only death, led his companions straight toward Skarsnik's central army.

"Where did these short-statured Dwarfs come from! They are so fierce!" Skarsnik was intimidated by Rogov's heroic bearing; he was not yet the Eight Peaks warlord who would later shake the Badlands and stop children from crying at night!

He looked around at the few Goblin leaders, and it was clear that none of these guys dared to fight that brave Slayer.

"Little runts! Those who want to keep Waaagh-ing, all charge down the mountain for me!"

"Laoyueya! Don't save your magic! Once you enter the Great Green, there will be plenty of opportunities to use it; cast the Black Mist trick for me!"

"Mozhetian! Raise my war banner! I want to crush those shrimp and the big-bellied traitors!"

Skarsnik issued three orders in succession; the continuous failure of the offensive and the gradual arrival of Sinuoli's encircling troops finally made this intelligent Night Goblin anxious.

Soon, Sinuoli saw a black cloud appear above the Night Goblin vanguard. He could not see the situation inside, only hear the strange cries of the Greenskins and the continuous "Waaagh" war cries.

Buluokesen, who was in the rear, clearly noticed this anomaly as well. He once again commanded the Artillery to launch a volley, but due to the shroud of the black cloud, the gun crews could not aim and had to fire by feel; this round of shelling failed to disrupt the Goblins' desperate charge.

In an instant, Sinuoli saw a very tall Goblin leader emerge from the black cloud. It held a large chopper typically used by Orcs in one hand, and a war banner in the other.

Under the influence of the crescent-shaped grinning yellow face on the war banner, the surrounding Night Goblins became abnormally berserk!

"In the name of the ancestors!" Sinuoli struck the Hearth and Home Rune, which evoked courage and pride in the hearts of the surrounding friendly forces, allowing them to face this final wave of charges with composure.

Thanks to French Chasseur Major Yuli and Luoxiuan for the monthly tickets.