Andy was in a good mood. To be more precise, Andy was in a good mood for the past two days, and today was just better. Andy didn't expect that those shiny stones could be exchanged for food, and he didn't expect that the ferocious-looking human would keep his promise and not only really exchanged them for food, but also agreed to exchange three carts at a time. What a fool. No matter how beautiful those stones are, they can't be eaten. How can they be as cost-effective as food? With these three carts of food, more goblins will join his tribe. With these three carts of food, he can let his tribesmen dig out at least six more shiny stones for six carts of food. Then use six carts of food to dig out stones for twelve carts of food. Repeatedly.
Andy's fingers are limited, and he can't continue to calculate this account. Anyway, by then, he will have a lot of food and a lot of tribesmen. Everything will become extremely beautiful. Andy refused the half-ogre's escort. This time he learned his lesson and brought enough tribesmen with him. Being escorted by the half-ogre made Andy feel even more uneasy. This guy was notoriously greedy and might just turn around and snatch all his food away. The three wagons of food from the Black Well Tribe were loaded onto the simple goblin trailer that Andy brought himself. There were more than twenty carts. Surrounded and dragged by nearly a hundred goblins, they chattered and walked towards the Spirit Crystal Mine. Including Andy, all the goblins saw so much food for the first time. Many of them surrounded Andy, chattering and complimenting him with poor words, believing that it was under his wise leadership that they were able to obtain so much food so smoothly. Andy enjoyed this compliment in a daze. "Chief, there are many goblins from other tribes following us. Are they trying to steal our food?" A goblin's reminder interrupted Andy's immersion. Andy turned his head and looked around. There were indeed a lot of sneaky figures around their caravan, all of them unfamiliar goblin faces. "This group of greedy guys actually want to get something for nothing." Andy was so angry that his teeth itched. He looked down on such goblins the most. If you have the ability, go and steal the food from the Black Well Tribe. The food there is piled up like a mountain. What's the ability to steal from your own tribe? "Quick, quick, let them speed up their pace and return to their nest as soon as possible. As long as they return to their nest, we will be safe." Andy urged hurriedly. He regretted not letting the half-ogres escort him now. If he was there, those bastards would never dare to mess around. But it was obviously too late to go back and call the half-ogres now. It would be better to hurry on. As the number of goblins following the goblin food team increased, they became more and more bold. Some followed them jogging, and some threw stones to intimidate them. These were all the goblins' little tricks that were not on the stage. Andy asked his tribesmen to respond to them with a round of slingshots and stones, hitting many goblins who were too close and hitting their heads with lumps. This method was indeed effective for those scattered and unorganized goblins, but with the emergence of a large-scale goblin tribe, this attack that was more deterrent than lethal was completely ineffective. "Charge... Grab the food, the food is ours... ours..."
"Food... A lot of food... All ours... Charge..." The leader of the goblin tribe screamed, waving simple weapons and small round shields, and launched a charge. Whether they were goblins from their tribe or not, they all seemed to have received the signal, and they all moved their short legs and rushed towards Andy's food transport team. Even if there were sporadic stones hitting their heads, they didn't care. The desire for food far exceeded this pain. "Don't panic, don't be chaotic, guard the food, guard our food, this is ours, drive them away..." Andy shouted in a panic. I don't know if his order worked, or if the food was too attractive, so the goblins of Andy's tribe were reluctant to give up. They guarded the food carts and kept fighting back with slings. However, the lethality of this long-range weapon was really limited. Even the fragile goblins were not knocked down. On the contrary, the goblins rushing towards them were all over the mountains and plains, and no one knew where they came from. Woo... Woo... The low and long sound of the horn came from behind the goblin grain transport team. "Cangya attack." Accompanied by the full-hearted command. The uniform barking of dogs sounded at the same time. Teams of dog-headed soldiers rushed out from the back of the hillside. The leather armor on these dog-headed soldiers was of different colors and styles. Some of them didn't even look well-fitting, but the armor rate exceeded 70%. The first two rows were holding dog-headed spears. The middle two rows were holding short swords and small wooden shields. The last two rows had a pair of short knives on their waists. They followed the charge and swung their slings, throwing stones one after another. Compared with the Andi people's slings, their slings were more accurate and fierce. They were not stones picked up from the roadside, but specially polished iron ore waste, which was much heavier than ordinary stones. Being hit by such slings was not as simple as a bloody head. Many goblins were directly broken, and some were unfortunate, and their heads were directly split open. What shocked the goblins the most was that these dog-headed men were in neat formation, with no more than one person between them, and their steps were unexpectedly coordinated. Twelve dog-headed men lined up in a horizontal row. When they approached the nearest goblin, they shouted at the same time, lowered their bodies, and thrust their spears forward diagonally, and easily sent them into the back of the goblin in front of them while running wildly. Those goblins who had just dodged the stabs had not yet shown their happy expressions. Another row of dog-headed spearmen, who were no more than five steps behind them, had already rushed up and directly pierced them like candied haws. Even if they dodged this wave of attacks again, there were still two rounds of sword and shield slashing behind them. Four waves of impact were like four layers of waves, one layer after another. Those scattered goblins who were the first to bear the brunt did not form a favorable resistance at all, and were beaten to death on the way to attack. The offensive of the first row of dog-headed spearmen was delayed until they encountered the goblin tribe with a relatively dense population. This delay was not because they organized a decent resistance, but was purely filled with goblin lives. Their personnel were a bit too crowded, and the first row of kobold spearmen could not break through. The second row followed closely behind and directly inserted into the gap between them, stabbing a bunch of goblins. At this time, the goblins who came out to rob reacted one after another.
"This is the kobold from the Black Well, the ogre must have followed..." "Run, it's the kobold from the Black Well..." The goblins who had already recognized their identities scattered in a hurry. The sharp offensive of the kobolds was one aspect, and the fierce reputation of the half-ogre roar still accounted for the main component. "Is it over?" The eager half-ogre stared at the goblins running all over the mountains and fields like rabbits, a little dumbfounded, he had not yet joined the battle.