Chapter 31: Goblin Death Squad

The swordsmanship of Quincy and Kirk is pretty good. Whether it's slashing, slashing, cutting, or blocking and avoiding, it's like a textbook. It's sharp and clear. Compared with me, a wild way without any tricks. At first glance, I have received professional training.
However, the two men's aura looks completely different.
Kirk saw that he wanted to kill it desperately. Every slash was full of power. Although there was no guarantee that the sword would be fatal, every sword passed by would always bring out a large wound, and he Always up and down, jumping around, although every time I look at dodge the monster's attack, but after dodge, I will always get closer to it, trying to create a better attack opportunity.
Compared with Kirk, Quincy seems to be very strenuous, but in fact she is sneaking and raping. The cuts are sometimes light and heavy, and her wrist movements are frivolous. However, the posture of swinging the knife is quite regular. I definitely won’t believe it. A warrior who swings his sword in such a manner will be powerless.
Moreover, when he dodges the attack of the goblin warriors, his body style is comparable to that of Kirk, which is enough to show that he should be an adventurer of the same level as Kirk.
At such a critical juncture, he was sneaking and skidding, and leaning his load on Kirk's shoulders. What kind of nasty person is this?
I secretly despise in my heart.
The elite goblin warrior was probably chopped by Quincy and Kirk’s swords. A pair of sturdy arms with blood and grease were waving around, and the wooden stick in his hand was also screamed by it. .
For a while, the surroundings of this goblin warrior became the most dangerous place.
Except for the two people who are still trying their best to avoid the attack and are still waiting for the opportunity to carry out the sneak attack, the two sisters Yifang and Jaslin have already started to attack while walking.
It happened that at this moment, Luke's brain didn't know which nerve was activated, and he was inexplicably excited. He held up the arm shield that could only cover his chest, and stood up with a dangling soft iron armor, and went crazy. The goblin warrior launched a charge.
At this time, the goblin warrior had gone mad, and the attack had become chaotic and without trajectory. Even the two Quincy who were trapped in it were in danger for several times.
At this dangerous juncture, no outsiders should break in at will. Instead, the two parties will slowly exhaust its physical strength and wait for an opportunity to defeat it.
This plan was perfect, but it was completely destroyed by the charging Luke.
Luke, wearing a full set of soft iron armor, does not act very flexibly. When he dodges the goblin warrior’s two swings and is about to attack its calf, a thick wooden stick appears in his eyes. The wooden bat is swept horizontally, like a bat swung by a baseball player.
The height of the stick from the ground is less than one meter. The average adventurer can avoid this attack by lying down, but for Luke, this is an extremely difficult thing.
The joints of the soft iron armor are not bent in all directions. It can be bent up to ninety degrees. Once it is less than ninety degrees, it will be jammed by the supported iron sheet.
The initial setting of this plan was for orc warriors.
Most of the orc warriors are stronger, and the orc warriors who act as flesh shields are even more so. Under normal circumstances, they will hold a half-length heavy shield in their hands. Falling under the impact, they will choose a soft iron armor such as Luke is wearing.
I have always believed that this seemingly imposing soft iron armor will not play a protective role in the face of elite goblin warrior sticks.
Facts have proved that my idea is correct.
Luke, who couldn't avoid it, arched his body in anxious manner, and raised the small shield of his left arm high, trying to resist the hard wooden stick that came fiercely.
Hearing a muffled sound of ‘pop’, Luke’s strong and tall body, like a shot ball being pushed out, drew a parabola in mid-air and fell heavily to the ground.
The small shield on his left arm, along with his left arm, bends into an incredible right angle.
And the soft iron breastplate that he was proud of was also dented as deeply as a punch under the impact of huge force.
Sure enough, the white-flowered soft iron shell is not good for eggs except that it looks better.
"Luke!" Quincy yelled, swung a sword, and saw the goblin warrior's wooden stick. With the momentum, he jumped vertically and jumped out against the edge of the goblin warrior's palm. Rolling on the spot, rolled to Luke's side.
He squatted up and turned over Luke who was lying on the ground with great difficulty. Only then did he find that Luke had fallen into a deep coma, his left arm had been completely fractured, as can be seen from the degree of damage to the breastplate , His chest must also be sunken in a big piece, and at least four or five ribs were fractured. If he could not handle it, his internal organs had been injured.
Just as he was stunned, another elite goblin warrior smashed it down with a big wooden club.
Fortunately, he reacted quickly and rolled on the spot, avoiding the stick.
Behind him, another goblin warrior raised his thickly callused foot high, and stepped on top of his head.
He leaped forward, lying on Luke's left side, just avoiding the fatal kick.
He picked up the sword, got up quickly, not yet standing still, with another bang, and smashed it down.
Ignoring the others, Quincy bent his knees and jumped to the side, and managed to escape the stick.
It's just that Luke, who is in a coma, has no good luck.
The huge wooden bat smashed down head-on, smashing Luke's whole body into an iron sandwich.
This speech seemed to be covered by a bedding, and he liked to call himself a brave and strong man, and he died before he even made a scream.
I thought he could resist three blows at least. . Who knows it only took two blows. .
I silently escaped the head-on stick of the elite goblin warrior, waved a knife, cut off its little finger, turned around, and stabbed another goblin warrior in the crotch.
The two goblin warriors screamed at the same time, but one of them screamed wildly, while the other seemed to be a bit shrill and wouldn't give it to him at that moment. . The eunuch.
I twitched the corners of my mouth twice, said apologetics, then sprinted, and dashed forward for four or five meters, just stopping behind a goblin warrior who wanted to sneak attack on the phoenix behind, and slashed fiercely. On its stout calf.
My strong muscles were directly cut off for a little bit, a miserable wailing, and the heavy body swayed several times before falling backwards, and the place where I was hit happened to be where I was just now.
"Enough!"
I can't help sighing secretly, I am worthy of being an elite goblin warrior, even if I am injured, I am still thinking about the enemy who hurt him!
Seeing the resentful and unwilling gaze of the elite goblin warriors, I got a chill.
Where is the elite monster, it is the death squad!
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