Chapter 31 Goblin Death Squadron

The sword skills of Quincy and Kirk are quite good. Whether they are slashing, stabbing, or blocking and avoiding, they are as textbook-like and methodical. Compared with a wild guy like me who has no tricks at all, At first glance, it seems that he has received professional training.

However, the momentum of the two seemed completely different.

Kirk looked determined to fight it to death, and every slash he made was full of power. Although there was no guarantee that the sword would kill him, every time the sword passed by, it would always bring out a deep wound, and he He is always jumping up and down, and although he seems to be dodging the monster's attack every time, he will always get closer to it after dodging, trying to create a better attack opportunity.

Compared with Kirk, Quincy seems to be very strenuous, but in fact he is sneaking around. The wounds he made are sometimes light and sometimes heavy, and his wrist movements are frivolous. However, the posture of swinging the knife is quite regular. I definitely don't believe it. A warrior who wields a sword in such a regular manner would be unable to swing the sword.

Moreover, when he dodges the attack of the Goblin Warrior, his physical skills are on par with Kirk's, which shows that he should be an adventurer of the same level as Kirk.

At such a critical juncture, he acted cunningly and put the burden on Kirk's shoulders. What kind of dirty person is he?

I secretly despised it in my heart.

The elite goblin warriors must have been hurt by the swords of Quincy and Kirk. A pair of thick arms covered with blood and grease were waving around and beating, and the wooden sticks in their hands also whirred due to their dancing. .

For a time, the area around this Goblin warrior became the most dangerous place.

In addition to the two people who were still trying their best to dodge the attack and wait for an opportunity to launch a sneak attack, the two girls Yifang and Jia Silin had already started to attack while roaming.

It happened that at this moment, Luke's brain didn't know which nerve was stirred, and he became inexplicably excited. He raised the arm shield on his arm that could only cover his chest, and stood up in a bright soft iron armor, facing the man who was going crazy. The goblin warriors launched a charge.

At this time, the Goblin warriors had gone crazy, and their attacks had become chaotic and trackless. Even Quincy and the two men who were deeply involved were in danger several times.

At this dangerous juncture, no outsiders should break in at will. Instead, the two parties should slowly exhaust its physical strength and then wait for an opportunity to defeat it.

This plan was perfect, but it was completely ruined by Luke charging.

Luke, who was wearing a full set of soft iron armor, was not very flexible in his movements. When he dodged two swings from the Goblin Warrior and was about to attack its calf, a thick wooden stick appeared in his eyes. The stick is swept sideways, like a baseball player swinging a bat.

The height of the wooden stick from the ground is less than one meter. Most adventurers can avoid this attack by lying down, but this is extremely difficult for Luke.

Each joint of the soft iron armor does not bend in all directions. It can bend up to 90 degrees. Once it is less than 90 degrees, it will be stuck by the supporting iron piece.

The original setting of this plan was for the warriors of the orc tribe.

Most of the orc warriors are relatively strong, and the orc warriors who serve as human shields are even more so. Under normal circumstances, they will hold a heavy shield half the height of their body in their hands. In order to be able to support the whole person, they will not be Knocked down by the impact, they would all choose a piece of soft iron armor like the one Luke is wearing.

I have always thought that this seemingly majestic soft iron armor would not have much protective effect when faced with the blows of elite goblin warriors' wooden clubs.

It turns out that my idea was correct.

Unable to dodge, Luke arched his body in desperation and raised the small shield on his left arm high, trying to resist the oncoming hard wooden stick.

There was just a muffled sound of 'pop', and Luke's strong and tall body, like a shot put being pushed out, drew a parabola in mid-air and fell heavily to the ground.

The small shield on his left arm, together with his left arm, was bent into an incredible right angle.

And the soft iron breastplate that he was so proud of was dented more than a punch deep under the impact of the huge force.

As expected, the shiny white soft iron shell, apart from being more beautiful, has no real use.

"Luke!" Quincy yelled, swung his sword, and saw the goblin warrior's stick. With the momentum, he jumped out, sticking to the edge of the goblin warrior's palm, and then He rolled on the spot and rolled to Luke's side.

He squatted up and turned over Luke who was lying on the ground with difficulty. Only then did he realize that Luke had fallen into a deep coma. His left arm had been completely fractured. It could be seen from the degree of damage to the chest armor. , his chest must have been dented a lot, and at least four or five ribs were fractured, which could have damaged his internal organs.

While he was stunned, another elite goblin warrior raised a big wooden club and smashed it down.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly and rolled on the spot to avoid the blow.

Behind him, another Goblin warrior raised its thick calloused feet high and stepped on the top of his head.

He lunged forward and lay on Luke's left side, just in time to avoid the fatal kick.

He picked up the sword and stood up quickly. Before he could stand still, he struck down with another blow, covering his head and face.

Not caring about anything else, Quincy bent his knees and jumped to the side, narrowly avoiding the blow.

But Luke, who was in a coma, didn't have this good luck.

The huge wooden stick hit him head-on, smashing Luke's entire body into a tin sandwich.

This strong man who spoke as if he was covered with a blanket and liked to call himself heroic died without even having time to scream.

I thought he could resist at least three strikes. . Who knows, I only carried it twice. .

I speechlessly dodged the elite Goblin Warrior's head-on strike, cut off its little finger with a wave of my hand, turned around, and stabbed another Goblin Warrior in the crotch.

The two goblin warriors howled miserably at the same time, but one of them screamed louder and wilder, while the other seemed a bit shrill and wouldn't let it out just like that. . He's a eunuch now.

I twitched the corners of my mouth twice and said sorry. Then I ran away and rushed forward four or five meters. I happened to stop behind a Goblin warrior who wanted to sneak attack the Phoenix from behind. I slashed hard at the target. on its thick calves.

I cut off a small portion of the strong muscle. With a miserable cry, the heavy body shook several times and fell backwards. The location where it fell happened to be where I was standing just now.

"Hard enough!"

I couldn't help but sigh to myself, he is indeed an elite Goblin warrior. Even if he is injured, he is still thinking about how to kill the enemy who hurt him!

Looking at the resentful and unwilling eyes of the elite goblin warriors, I shuddered.

This is not an elite monster, it is simply a death squad!

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