Fireballs roared into the goblin village. The tree houses were set alight one after another, and the village turned into a sea of fire in an instant. The goblins croaked and screamed, and they were all forced out. The trees burned and the walls were filled with smoke. The goblins organized several breakouts, only to be forced back by a hail of arrows.
Arrows were like locusts, constantly shooting into the woods, nailing them on trees, and inserting themselves into the ground. Many goblins were shot into hedgehogs, and the goblin blood dyed the bushes green and red.
When the mercenaries saw that the fight was almost over, the soldiers divided into two groups and outflanked them from the left and right. In the end, more than 400 goblins were surrounded by 300 elite mercenaries, completely cutting off the possibility of escape.
Goblins are weaker than expected, because most of the elites died at the hands of Zhang Mu in the front. The goblins in the village are generally only level 15 or 16. Most of the elite mercenaries have reached level 18. In terms of equipment and skills, Occupying a huge advantage, there is no suspense about the outcome of the battle.
"Quack! Quack!"
The goblins, led by an elite warrior, launched another breakthrough.
The mourning dog swept out a fierce leg wind, and the leading goblin warrior was knocked out on the spot and crashed through a large tree on the opposite side surrounded by several people. He was almost smashed into a pulp, and he would definitely not survive.
"Storm and arrows!"
Yang Yi opened his long bow and shot an arrow into the sky. In about a second, hundreds of energy arrows rained down. The goblin was directly defeated by the rain of falling arrows and spells, and completely lost its ability to resist. Many goblins threw away their weapons and huddled up in a ball, screaming, "Woah!" "Woah!" they kept shouting, as if they were accepting the fate of being massacred.
Leng Yun activated the spell combo and was about to throw out a range of magic [Frost Advent]. Suddenly, she saw a Goblin child in front of her who was only 50 centimeters tall. He was shot through the throat by a mercenary arrow. He fell to the ground and kept twitching. Touching the wound on his neck, his other hand stretched out towards Leng Yun, casting a look full of pain and pleading.
"Ouch!"
"Ouch!"
The little goblin's wailing and gaze before his death made Leng Yun unable to help but feel compassion, and she was a little reluctant to take action.
Just a child!
Gobs are an intelligent race with rich emotions, and if they are enemies, they will either die or live. Leng Yun will take action without hesitation. Among the goblins, there are quite a few elderly people and young children who have no fighting ability. Now it is pure massacre!
"Stop! Stop fighting, stop fighting!" Leng Yun considered whether to stop the mercenary massacre. Du Rongrong screamed anxiously, pulled Zhang Mu and shouted, "Goblins throw away their weapons, they have surrendered." ! Let everyone stop! They are so weak and there are so many children, we don’t want to kill them all!"
Although Du Rongrong is young, she is one of the core members of the Huangquan Mercenary Group and a true elder. Most of the mercenaries participating in the battle are Huangquan mercenaries. When they heard Du Rongrong shouting, many people stopped attacking. Others also stopped attacking when they saw the Huangquan people stopping their attacks.
There are less than 400 goblins left.
Most were wounded.
Everyone turned their attention to Zhang Mu. Hundreds of goblins lived or died, just in Zhang Mu's thoughts.
"Rong Rong, I know you are kind-hearted!" Zhang Mu sighed and said helplessly: "This is a land where the weak eat the strong. People who are not from our tribe must have different hearts. We must not be soft-hearted when fighting against foreign tribes. The current situation is that the enemy is weak. I'm strong. If it were reversed, I think the goblins would definitely kill all humans without hesitation, regardless of the elderly or children! This is a fight to the death, and more importantly, a war!"
"But the goblins surrendered. They are so weak and cannot pose a threat to humans. Maybe they are still useful. Just listen to me once, just this once..."
Zhang Mu secretly observed others.
Leng Yun didn't speak, but it could be seen from her expression that she definitely supported Du Rongrong. She didn't want the mercenaries to kill the goblins. After all, there were a lot of old people and children. They were not warriors and should not face war and death.
Liu Shuiyan is similar to Sun Lin.
Ye Qianqiu and Cheng Bo did not take action. It was not that Ye Qianqiu was kind-hearted, but that he was a proud warrior who did not bother to kill a group of weak creatures that had lost their will to fight.
Zhang Mu's eyes fell on the goblins who numbered less than 400, were still shivering, and had no fighting ability. He sighed in his heart. Anyway, he didn't pose a threat for the time being, so he wouldn't kill them yet. He took out the halfling necklace from his backpack and put it on. It had a speaking effect, allowing him to understand the Goblin language.
One of the goblins yelled "woo croak", which means "spare life" and "surrender" in Goblin language. The goblin was begging for mercy from humans.
Zhang Mu said in Goblin language: "You attacked the human team, so you must be punished!"
Zhang Mu made a whimpering sound when he spoke, and the mercenaries were stunned. It took them a while to realize that he was speaking in the language of goblins!
The goblins were all happy when they saw someone from the human race standing up to communicate, as if they saw hope of survival, and an older goblin stepped forward. The lifespan of a Goblin is about 50 years old. This Goblin is not 50 but 49 years old. He is wearing a set of linen robes, has wrinkles all over his body, and is leaning on a wooden staff. His image is similar to Master Yoda in the movie "Star Wars" A bit like.
This old goblin with one foot in the coffin had a transcendent status in the village. He might have played a role like the village chief. He said in an unpleasant voice: "Sir, I am the elder of the village chief. I am sorry for the Goblin's recklessness and incompetence." Li apologizes to you. Any warrior who offends the powerful human warriors should be executed immediately. Please let the child live!"
Zhang Mu did not show any emotion and said coldly: "You can survive, but you have to pay a price."
This battle left many Goblin warriors dead and wounded. As the winner, humans will probably take away all the resources in the village. In the end, even if humans didn't kill all the goblins, the village would still be unable to survive.
The Goblin elder looked at the Goblin corpses around him, touched the crutch in his hand, and said without hesitation: "The Goblin is willing to surrender!"
"Surrender?" Zhang Mu just wanted the goblins' food and resources, but he didn't expect the goblins to surrender. "What's the use of a group of weak goblins? You don't look very tasty either!"
The goblin was trembling with fear.
The goblin also had a sideways look on his face, and said hurriedly: "Goblin meat cannot be eaten. Goblin knows how to plant and collect, and can get edible food for adults!"
"Growing and gathering?"
"Yes, just as dwarves are born with proficiency in blacksmithing, Goblins are born with the art of gathering. Goblins know a thing or two about magic cultivation. As long as humans don't kill us and provide protection for the weak Goblins, Goblins will I am willing to become a human slave and serve humanity!"
The words of the Goblin elder made Zhang Mu very emotional. Because of his past experiences, Zhang Mu always believed that aliens had to be killed and had never thought about conquering aliens.
If we could subdue some weak alien races and tie them to our chariots, wouldn't the strength of the human race be improved
There are six or seven races in the Dawn area, but only the Terror Race, the Dog Man Race, and the Goblin Race. The three races have power that is not inferior to that of humans, or even exceeds that of humans. Other races such as goblins, cat people, and scavengers are very weak.
These races lack cohesion, and at most they live together in the wild in the form of villages. They run out to sneak attacks on other races and grab a little money or supplies. Generally speaking, they are not a climate and cannot participate in racial battles.
Zhang Mu still had a concern: "We killed hundreds of goblins, why do we believe that you will be loyal?"
The goblin elder was very shrewd. He sensed the change in human thoughts from Zhang Mu's tone, and immediately put down his crutch and knelt down. The other goblins were in perfect agreement and all knelt on the ground.
"More than two hundred years ago, a group of goblins took refuge in the Bloody Plains, and gradually dispersed throughout the plains, forming small villages, struggling on the edge of survival. We are facing destruction all the time, and death is early for us. It has become commonplace. No one dares to bear grudges against humans, because for goblins, survival is always the first priority."
"It is too undignified for a goblin to live like this."
"Only strong tribes have dignity, while weak tribes just want to survive!" Elder Goblin leaned down and kissed the soil in front of his boots, "We just want to live!"
Zhang Mu looked at the other goblins.
Most of them, men, women, old and young, were injured. They knelt on the ground and trembled, kissing the ground desperately. There was no trace of hatred in their eyes. Those clan members who died seemed to be taken for granted.
There were less than 700 goblins in total, and many were killed near the secret realm. Several hundred were killed when mercenaries attacked the village. Nearly half of the entire village was killed by humans. In this situation, the goblin didn't have any resentment at all, but was eager to surrender to seek his life. This is incredible in the eyes of humans.
Perhaps, after living in a civilized world for thousands of years, and suddenly entering a cruel world where strength is truly respected and the law of the jungle is purely followed, thoughts and concepts cannot be changed for a while.
Between survival and dignity, goblins do not hesitate to give up the latter. Perhaps this is the reason why such a small and weak tribe can survive thousands of years without becoming extinct.
Only strong clans have dignity!
Weak people just want to survive!
What the Goblin elder said casually may be a true portrayal of a weak race. If humans were enslaved and oppressed by a stronger race or existence for thousands of years, the resistance and rebellion in their bones would probably be exhausted, and they would feel that everything is Of course, it may not be any better than the goblins. After all, survival is the most primitive instinct of living things.
Zhang Mu waved at everyone, and the mercenaries put away all their weapons, "I can temporarily accept your surrender. From today on, you are the private property of mankind. Humanity will protect you and you will serve mankind! Goblins dare to Any act with bad intentions, I will make you regret coming to this world.”
The Goblin elder was overjoyed and kept kissing the ground to express his gratitude.
Zhang Mu found Goblin resource reserves in several tree holes. The Goblin elders did not lie. Goblins have gathering talents. There are a large amount of magic ores, magic herbs, leather, and food materials hidden in the tree holes. Zhang Mu took away most of it without any courtesy, leaving only a little for the goblins to survive.
"What are you doing collecting ore?" Zhang Mu felt a little strange: "Could it be that Goblins know how to forge?"
Goblin shook his head and said, "Goblin doesn't understand magic forging. Collecting ore can be exchanged for gold coins to purchase other living resources."
Zhang Mu was surprised and asked: "Is there a market-like place in the Blood Light Plain, the kind of place that provides trading?"
Goblin did not deny: "Yes, we call this kind of place a black market. It is an underground trading place secretly opened by outside races or business alliance forces that sneak into the Dawn area. Going to the black market is quite risky, because you often encounter people in the black market. Other races, if they don’t have the ability to protect themselves but are too eye-catching, will definitely be killed! So Goblins don’t dare to sell high-grade ores and materials!”