Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God-Chapter 110 - 94 Unexpected Situation_1

Their bodies coated with a glue the same color as the soil, they were firmly stuck in place.

Most Goblins did not have the luxury of wearing shoes, and once stuck, it was very difficult to break free.

They were simply pushed to the ground by their comrades behind them and became stepping stones for others.

A ten-meter-wide glue trap was forcefully flattened by a pile of Goblins, requiring far fewer of them compared to the earlier pits.

They had hardly rushed forward a few steps when the Goblins in front vanished again.

Another row of pits appeared before them, different from the earlier ones, these were magical traps, with magic disguise.

Even when Goblins fell into them, the magical disguise wasn’t destroyed, still obscuring the exact location of the pits.

The Gnolls of the Blackwell Tribe should no longer be called the Gnoll Tribe, but rather the Mole Tribe, for their excessive digging capabilities.

The Goblins had no choice but to forcefully fill in several more pits with their own kind.

This must be their last wave of traps, because just a dozen meters away, that was the earthen wall, and the Goblins below could already clearly see the distinct faces of the Gnoll soldiers atop it.

"Fire!"

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Dozens of Gnolls stood up from behind the city wall, each holding a small crossbow.

The power of these genuine military weapons was incomparable to the Gnolls’ slings, especially at a distance of less than twenty meters, facing the unprotected and unshielded Goblins.

This was a slaughter.

A one-sided slaughter.

Each volley of crossbow arrows took at least twenty to thirty Goblins’ lives.

With invisible pits ahead and a towering earthen wall over two meters high,

there were now attacks from nearby crossbows and distant stones.

The Goblins’ advance was once again restrained, even with continuous driving by the pack of wolves, their forward momentum clearly slowed down.

"Erde! Those are the flying Erdes among the Gnolls."

"When did the Blackwell Tribe have so many Erdes join them?"

"Retreat, everyone retreat, we can’t win this battle, if we don’t run now, we won’t be able to escape."

Two squadrons of Erde emerged from behind the earthen wall, each dragging two clumps of soil in a net.

Their appearance caused great turmoil within the Goblin Army, a turmoil resulting from repression by military arms.

The only ranged attacks the Goblins had at their disposal were slings, but they couldn’t reach the high-flying Erdes.

The two squadrons of Erde continued to fly until they were behind the Goblin Army, then started to throw the clumps in their nets downward in the opposite direction.

Some of the clumps exploded upon hitting the ground, while others detonated mid-air, unleashing green acid rain over a ten-meter radius.

Tremor Bombs.

Stability significantly improved, these were upgraded Tremor Bombs.

Eighty percent of the Tremor Bombs achieved normal levels of destruction.

With forty-eight upgraded Tremor Bombs crashing down, hundreds of Goblins lay motionless, and even more were scorched by the acid splashed from the Tremor Bombs, lying on the ground wailing miserably.

This aerial bombardment was the final straw that broke the camel’s back.

The Goblin Army completely collapsed, each of them scurrying away in all directions.

This battle was impossible to fight.

In terms of tactics, equipment, and military units,

they were simply not on the same level.

More precisely, this was a slaughterhouse from the beginning.

The entire Goblin Army was just herded by the Dog Demon to be sacrificed.

Gaven, observing from atop the earthen wall, said to the Goblin Sorcerer beside him, "Fireball Technique."

"They’ve already collapsed." Even the tactically ignorant Goblin Sorcerer thought it was not an ideal moment to use the Fireball Technique.

"It’s not for them to see, it’s for those uninvited guests to see," Gaven pointed towards the dozen or so Wolf Cavalry on a distant ridge.

These were not the Wolf Cavalry of the Spirit Crystal Mine, but the Hobgoblin Wolf Cavalry.

And the only tribe possessing Hobgoblin Wolf Cavalry around here was Blood Claw.

Vick no longer spoke, concentrating with a calm mind, he began to cast his spell, and a dark red fireball flew from his hands.

The Fireball Technique cast by the Goblin Sorcerer could no longer be called the Fireball Technique, but the Hell Fireball Technique.

Not only did it emanate a strong scent of Hell, but its power was also greatly amplified, as if Magic Extreme had been applied, maximizing its destructive force.

Even though the formations of the dispersed Goblin Army had thinned out, it still took down dozens of Goblins, leaving hardly any whimpering.

Using the Fireball Technique against Goblins clearly seemed an overkill.

No sooner had the Blackwell Tribe finished demonstrating their power than the Hobgoblin Wolf Cavalry on the ridge began to move, running down the slope and intercepting the Goblins’ main escape route toward the Spirit Crystal Mine, with the leading Hobgoblin Wolf Cavalry shouting loudly, "Surrender or die!"

To add to the intimidation factor of the Hobgoblin Wolf Cavalry, hundreds of Hobgoblin Infantry charged out from behind the ridge, clearly having been lying in ambush there all along.

While still primarily composed of Goblins, this force, led by the Hobgoblin backbone, was leagues apart from the earlier assaulting Goblin Army.

If the earlier Goblin Army could be likened to a disorganized mob, then this Goblin force now bore the semblance of a real army, at least maintaining formation as they advanced and being relatively well-equipped, even bringing primitive siege equipment.

After the Hobgoblin Wolf Cavalry had slaughtered dozens of Goblins, most of the remaining Goblins were subdued and came to a halt once again.