Chapter 61 Chapter 62 Goblin Dive Bomber
On the ground, the goblin had a huge wound in its waist, like a sausage that had been twisted open, with only a piece of meat still attached.
The goblin wore a rusty iron pointy hat on its head, with dried bloodstains on it, and its arms were adorned with black leather “wings.” At first glance, they looked like meat wings that had grown out.
Its feet and hands were still twitching.
“No, it doesn’t have wings.” George stepped forward and pierced the goblin’s skull with his sword. “It was wearing wings, flying in the sky.”
“This isn’t scientific,” Jima said. “With the strength of a goblin’s arms, it’s impossible for it to fly.”
“Maybe it’s some magic,” George said. “In any case, we saw it fly with our own eyes.”
“Using magic to make a goblin fly? How high would the cost be? It would be cheaper to hire a few mercenaries to die.”
Just as the two were debating how the goblin could fly,
“Wait a moment.” Saint Jeanne interrupted, “This is not the time to argue; this corpse is very strange.”
George flipped the goblin’s body with his sword. There was very little blood; the blood in its veins was almost dried up, and there was a stench of decay.
George spoke solemnly, “Undead.”
Things related to the undead are usually not simple.
Saint Jeanne raised another question: “What would drive a goblin to become undead?”
Jima asked, “Is that strange?”
“Yes. Generally, necromancers prefer to control humans or elves for two reasons. First, the necromancer is human, and the books of undead magic they leave behind, which have poisoned the world for a thousand years, are based on human bodies. So controlling a creature that doesn’t resemble a human requires more effort, with no existing examples.”
“Second, goblins are too weak; it’s more useful to desecrate a human corpse than to control a goblin.”
Jima said, “I know why.”
As soon as she spoke, a few of the goblin’s distinctive screams echoed in the sky again.
The three looked up and saw three goblins flying over the mountain not far away, screeching as they controlled their wings to glide through the air, their iron-pointed hats aimed at Jima.
George gripped his great sword and shouted, “Prepare for battle!”
Jima quickly dismounted and ran behind a tree.
The three goblins emitted excited screams as they swooped down from the treetops towards Jima.
This time, George did not repeat his previous tactic but stood in front of Jima, acting as a moving shield.
Saint Jeanne raised her hand and uttered a single word: “Light.”
Instantly, a blinding light burst forth from her fingertips, and the green leaves of the tree beside Jima turned silver.
The three goblins shrieked, clutching their eyes with their hands, and fell to the ground with a thud, breaking their necks.
George went up for the finishing blow and said, “There’s a live goblin mixed in here.”
Saint Jeanne turned her head and said, “Interrogate it.”
“I can see its spine is already exposed from its neck.” George said, “Are these goblins committing suicide?”
Jima pointed to the sky and shouted, “They’re coming again!”
Saint Jeanne and George instantly coordinated to protect Jima, who flipped back onto her horse and shouted, “Quick, follow me! I know how they fly!”
“Watch out for ambushes.”
“I know!” Jima said as she rode out twenty to thirty meters.
George raised his hand, summoning a celestial warhorse and jumped on. Saint Jeanne also did not lag behind; tightening the reins, she sat sideways on her white horse and chased after them.
In the sky were still the three goblins. The goblins screeched in excitement, folding their “wings” as their mouths tore into ear-to-ear grins, diving straight down with their pointed hats aimed at Jima.
Saint Jeanne shouted, “Jima, come back, get closer to me.”
Jima felt that she was being too noisy and turned her head to shout, “Don’t worry!”
From her experience, with two strong allies protecting her, plus her own “extraordinary charm,” she was sure she wouldn’t get hit.
Jima was not just a foolish rookie who would merely walk in a straight line.
Then there was another burst of light pollution behind her.
A golden searing ray exploded above her head, and a half-charred corpse fell beside Jima’s galloping bay mare, rolling over.
The third wave of aerial threats was eliminated.
Jima turned her head and yelled, “Don’t waste divine spells!”
From behind her came Jima’s anxious voice. “Jima! Come back quickly.”
Jima shook her head, “Hah, women worry unnecessarily.”
The three raced to the edge of the forest.
As long as they entered the woods, the flying goblins would have greatly reduced power.
George’s warhorse galloped up beside Jima, and he said, “Jima, what’s your plan?”
Jima tugged at the reins with one hand while pointing to the left front with the other, “The goblin launch site is over there; we’re going to take it out.”
“Watch out for traps.”
“That’s why I’m not rushing straight toward the launch site.”
Unless they were capable of digging a circle of traps all along the edge of the forest.
“Launch site?”
“The goblins are using catapults!”
“Catapults?” George didn’t immediately grasp it. “To launch people into the sky?”
He had heard of catapults that launched oil, mud balls, or even cow corpses but had never heard of them launching living creatures.
Before Jima could respond, the fourth wave of goblins screamed and dove down.
Considering a tough battle was about to ensue, George turned back to Jeanne and said, “Prepare for direct combat.”
Saint Jeanne stopped using high-powered long-range divine spells. With a flick of her finger, she sent a light ball arcing through the air, hitting one goblin. The light ball exploded, and smoke enveloped the goblin as it wailed and fell.
There were still two goblins diving towards Jima.
Jima pulled on the reins, skillfully directing her bay warhorse to change direction, just as the goblin “shells” were about to miss.
Suddenly, three dark green magical arrows shot out from the bushes, spiraling and aimed at Jima.
The timing and angle of the shots were very tricky, perfectly calculated to hit the spot where Jima was trying to dodge.
But Jima calculated that if she moved a bit faster, she could avoid them.
Jima kicked the horse’s belly hard, but her bay mare was startled, frightened by the scream of the goblins overhead and the incoming magical arrows, and panicked, having never been in battle before.
The bay mare neighed, rearing up on its hind legs and lifting its front hooves.
The timing of this fright was just perfect.
Jima was not panicking; her golden eyes calmly assessed the goblin charging at her with its pointy hat—another one that was about to be slain by George’s sword.
Jima could see clearly that the iron pointy hat was rushing towards her, along with the wide, ear-to-ear grin of the goblin.
She instantly amplified her “extraordinary charm” with magic, an invisible force guarding her body as she hugged the horse’s neck, leaning down on its back.
In her estimate, at most the goblin would just bump against her arm, causing a bit of pain.
The goblin charged in. Suddenly, a transparent membrane appeared around Jima, but it did not take effect; the goblin narrowly brushed past Jima, the wind it generated lifting a strand of her black hair before it crashed down onto the ground.
Jima reached out, using her charm to calm the startled horse. Turning her head, she looked at the fuming Saint Jeanne.
“No need to add a shield for me.”
“You’re practically suicidal,” Jeanne yelled, “Just stay back!”
However, this really wasn’t anything.
But before Jima could respond, a muffled yet harsh battle cry came from ahead in the woods.
“Waghhhhh!”
A large beastman, taller than George and wearing a horned helmet and an iron jaw, burst out. He gripped an axe in his left hand and a sword in his right, roaring ferociously.
Behind him, a large group of noisy goblins wielding short spears swarmed through.
A goblin shaman, holding a human skull staff, raised its head and let out a high-pitched, excited scream. A green light descended on the green-skinned heads, further increasing their excitement. The goblin shaman rode a spider, trampling over the goblin crowd as they charged towards the three.
The green-skinned goblins had overwhelming numbers, flowing like a green mudslide towards the three. They all shouted together: “Waghhhhh!”
They were overwhelmed with excitement and joy, even the timid goblins, after being knocked down by the spider, couldn’t wait to get up, yelling the shrill “Waghhhhh” while they ran.
George leaped down from his warhorse, holding his sword with both hands.
The beastman charged right at George, emitting an ear-splitting roar, leaping into the air, raising both weapons with tight muscles, unleashing terrifying strength as he swung his weapons down towards George.
The goblins widened their eyes, eager for the beastman to smash the long-legged man cocooned in a white metal canister.
George struck first, stabbing his sword through the beastman’s skull as he sidestepped, allowing his heavy shoulder armor to deflect the descending axe.
The axe struck his shoulder armor, deflected, and sparked a spray of sparks.
With superhuman speed, George swung his sword, and the beastman’s head knocked the goblin shaman down.
The giant spider carrying the goblin shaman lunged at George, pouncing towards him. George stabbed right into the spider’s head with his sword, pinning it to the ground. It seemed he intended to showcase his strength, lifting a corner and forcefully stomping down on the giant spider’s head.
Dazed by the blow, the goblin shaman barely straightened up before George’s large hand fiercely seized its frail shoulder, his fingers sinking into its shoulder. In the goblin shaman’s panicked red eyes, George’s other iron fist rapidly enlarged and plunged into the goblin’s cheek.
“Crack.”
The goblin shaman’s head spun halfway around before it popped off its neck, finally falling limply under its armpit.
George was remarkably fast, showing none of the clumsiness one might expect from his appearance. The beastman’s headless body had only just collapsed when its head rolled on the ground to halt before the halted goblins.
In an instant, it felt as if the class supervisor had arrived at evening study. The once noisy goblins all became obedient students, quietly falling silent.
George grabbed the goblin shaman’s head staff and threw it, pinning the leading goblin to the ground.
“Wow!”
The green-skinned goblins regained their senses, turning to flee in a panic, pushing and shoving each other.
George charged in for a while, slashing at them, but then gave up.
The efficiency of the chase was too low, and the goblins were good at escaping, scattering in all directions.
Jima and Jeanne caught up, and the three entered the forest, arriving at a clearing. They saw three crooked catapults, with one goblin still there, not escaping but putting on a pointy hat and sitting on the launch belt.
A passing goblin even casually fired off.
The catapult launched the goblin wearing the iron pointy hat into the air.
“Wow!”
The goblin screamed as it flew toward the sky, passing over the three of them, desperately trying to adjust its flying posture in an effort to crash back down.
“Bang.”
The goblin crashed headfirst into a tree trunk.
George looked at Jima and said, “You were right, this group of goblins is really crazy.”
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