"Yaoo~"
"Goo~"
The closer they got to the goblin tribe, the more they could hear these strange cries.
This alerted George and his companions that they had arrived at the enemy's tribe.
Catherine raised her right hand and signaled to the soldiers behind her.
Her assistant, Reid, nodded and led a group of archers and shield-bearers in another direction. It seemed they intended to launch a pincer attack on the goblin tribe.
On the other side, Marcus called all the cavalry and planned to charge into the enemy's tribe in a wedge formation.
Once everyone was ready, George carefully lifted the foliage to observe.
Without knowing the enemy's movements, rushing in recklessly would be like seeking death.
A dilapidated scene greeted George's eyes. Even a refugee camp would likely be in better condition than this place.
The only structure in the tribe was a few rudimentary huts made of straw or leaves, and the ground was covered with various excrement.
What made George angry was that in the center of the tribe, there was a continuously burning bonfire, and next to it hung a few disfigured human bodies. These were likely the members of the earlier cavalry squad.
Suppressing his anger, George continued to observe the goblin soldiers nearby.
At the outskirts of the tribe, one or two goblins were standing guard. It was clear they had no vigilance whatsoever.
These soldiers yawned as if they were about to fall asleep, and even their wooden spears were almost slipping from their hands.
If it weren't for the existence of extraordinary beings among them, George's cavalry patrol wouldn't have been defeated by such creatures.
Among these lazy goblins, only one tall, green figure stood out. George knew that this was the extraordinary goblin warrior mentioned by the scouts earlier.
As a unique extraordinary profession among goblins, its height far exceeded that of ordinary goblins, reaching over two meters. It had tight muscles and a strong build, wielding a massive spiked club. A single strike would likely crush a regular soldier.
This creature was formidable. Its strength was so great that even Marcus might not surpass it, but fortunately, it had its weaknesses. It moved slowly and, unlike human extraordinary beings, it couldn't use its internal energy.
George turned to his two subordinates who had already arrived by his side and said, "The ordinary goblin soldiers are not a threat, but that extraordinary goblin needs all three of us to deal with it. Once you've given orders to your soldiers, join me in attacking that goblin warrior."
"Yes, my lord."
"Good, then let's proceed."
At George's command, everyone charged out of the bushes and attacked the goblin tribe.
The goblin soldiers, still yawning, were startled by the sudden appearance and screamed in alarm.
They grabbed their weapons and quickly ran toward the inner part of the tribe.
On the other side, under Reid's leadership, the archers shot arrows from the bushes, catching the goblins on guard at the southern outpost by surprise.
This sudden attack alerted all the goblins in the tribe, including the extraordinary goblin warrior.
More and more goblins emerged from the straw huts, some wearing ill-fitting leather armor, others wielding recently seized human swords. Led by a seemingly smarter goblin, they charged toward George's forces.
The infantry led by Regit were not afraid in the slightest. Under Catherine's direction, they formed into two rows: shield-bearers in front and spear-bearers behind.
The shield-bearers defended against the enemy's attack, while the spear-bearers, utilizing gaps between their shields, thrust their spears at the goblins.
Although this formation was simple, it was very effective against the foolish goblins.
With only thirty-four soldiers, they successfully withstood the assault of over a hundred goblins.
On the other side, under Marcus's direction, a wedge formation led by him charged from the side into the goblin army. Like a sharp spear, it split the hundred-plus goblins into two.
Seeing his tribe so ineffective, the goblin warrior slammed its massive hammer against its chest and roared in fury.
It then raised its spiked club and charged toward George.
"Catherine, Marcus," George drew his longsword and met the goblin warrior head-on.
"Yes, my lord."
Catherine immediately moved out from the soldiers, while Marcus, after instructing another cavalryman to take his place, also moved toward the goblin warrior.
George was the first to engage, clashing with the goblin warrior. Knowing the immense strength of the foe, George avoided a direct confrontation.
After waiting for the goblin warrior's hammer to strike, George swiftly dodged to its left, avoiding the attack.
He then gathered his internal energy into his sword and used his family's sword technique to unleash three silver-colored sword strikes.
"Poof."
Three gashes appeared on the goblin warrior's abdomen, causing it to hit the ground in pain, but it failed to strike the human who had wounded it.
Having successfully struck, George didn't get greedy. He quickly retreated several steps, narrowly avoiding the goblin warrior's enraged counterattack.
During this fight, Catherine and Marcus finally arrived nearby and began assisting George.
Seeing two more humans, the goblin warrior swung its spiked club at them.
Unfortunately, it was once again dodged by the three of them.
Marcus, the strongest among the three, took the initiative to distract the goblin warrior, while George and Catherine took advantage of its attention being on Marcus to continuously strike at the goblin warrior.
Soon, numerous gashes appeared on the goblin warrior's body.
These cunning humans, like loaches, moved swiftly, and each time the goblin warrior attacked, it failed to land a blow. All it could do was watch its wounds accumulate.
The goblin warrior, full of strength but no outlet to release it, grew more and more frustrated. It wished it could grab each of these humans and tear them apart, but it couldn't.
The battle was now leaning in favor of George and his companions. It wouldn't be long before the goblin warrior was defeated.
"Abalim, you've truly disappointed me. You can't even take down a few humans."
An old voice echoed from within the tribe, causing George and the others to pause for a moment. What surprised them even more was that the voice was speaking in the Common Tongue.
As if to confirm George's words, a strong aura emanated from the old orc shaman who emerged from the straw hut, his hand holding a staff adorned with skulls.
"How could it… how could it be an orc evil shaman…" Marcus said with a hint of despair.
Catherine, who didn't understand the situation, asked, "Orc evil shaman? Are they strong?"
"Of course. From what I know, an orc evil shaman can reach the third tier of strength." George answered Catherine's question while remaining relatively calm.
To prove George's words, a stronger aura than theirs erupted from the orc evil shaman, making it hard for everyone to breathe.