The victory or defeat of this battle is not important, what is important is whether Green plays beautifully.

If a satisfactory answer is delivered, the losses of its Goblins in this battle will be doubled by the gods, and everyone will be happy and agree with it, the king who is blessed by the gods.

If a mediocre answer is handed over, they will be in vain, and Green's prestige will be seriously damaged, and the civil war that has just subsided is likely to rise again.

If a very poor answer is handed over, then its status as crowned king not long ago will no longer exist, and the Gods will choose a more suitable candidate to carry out this test.

This is the test that every new king of the Goblin clan has to face, with a pass rate of only 50%.

Judging from the current situation, Green thinks he is still lucky. Although the number of enemies he faces is huge and boundless, they have just begun to evolve. Whether it is individual strength or tactics, they are far inferior to the races in the hell world.

Therefore, Green must win a battle result for himself that can satisfy the gods, and whether it is the war loss exchange ratio or its command ability, it must be directly reflected.

Only in this way can Green turn from a new king born under the compromise of interests of all parties into an iron-blooded king bathed in the glory of the gods. The Goblin clan has always only worshipped the victorious strong man.

Although the gods they believe in are despised as evil gods by other races in the world of hell, Green does not think there is anything wrong with this.

Justice and evil are a false proposition in themselves.

If the gods are good to them, they will inevitably violate the interests of other races. The gods of other races have nothing to do with themselves. In their eyes, they are false gods. If the gods of other races invade their interests, they are evil gods.

According to this logic, every god in hell is an evil god or a false god.

Of course, this kind of blasphemy thought was just fleeting in Green's mind and he didn't dare to stay for a long time.

After all, the legendary gods can find out their thinking.

God, if you can really hear the call of your people, please help me to stabilize the throne, and I will lead the Goblins to greatness again.

Green closed his eyes and prayed.

After a while, it felt the tremor from the soles of its feet. The corpse tide ran very evenly, not like the chaotic charges before. It seemed that this enemy army should be their elite.

Green shook his nose slightly, and the number seemed to be a little more than it expected.

The front row of the corpse tide had already entered the range of bows and arrows, but Green did not give the order for a long time.

Goblin Shooters held bows like machines, and their arms muscles and veins collapsed without shaking at all.

Finally, the tide of corpse rushed to the preset position of Green.

"put."

Green waved his arm and said calmly.

Seeing this, the close commanders shouted: "Let me go!"

"put--!"

With the roar of the long tail sound, dense rain of arrows flew out in waves!

"All the sharpshooters shoot freely!"

After three rounds of volleys, the Goblin shooters received the order to shoot freely, but they maintained a terrible constant breathing speed. Even if there was no volley command, the shooting frequency tended to be consistent!

On the side of the zombies, the zombies running in front were not affected at all. The rain of arrows passed over their heads and fell into the middle of the zombies army formation!

"ah!"

Screams and wails are endless, and the number of zombies falling to the ground is hard to count!

They did not expect that they were the ones who suffered the arrow rain first. Instead, the dozen zombies in front approached the Goblin Army without any loss.

Of course, they were greeted by flying axes and javelins that were even more terrifying than arrow rain!

"Run over!"

A zombie school raised his struggling companion to resist the rain of arrows. It shouted to its panicked subordinates: "Speed ​​up and rushed over, and if you stop, you will die!"

For a time, the subordinates followed suit and pushed their companions to block the arrows. Some zombies struggled randomly and were shot into hedgehogs!

Due to the wind, rain and clouds, zombies cannot judge the direction of the arrows falling. Often when they realize that the arrows are coming towards them, they have no time to dodge!

The zombies in the front row were even more miserable. Although they carried the flying axe and the front slap of the javelin in the face, they collided with the shield wall of the goblin soldiers, their losses were much greater than those of the goblin soldiers protected by shields!

Occasionally, brave evolutionary zombies emerged and broke into the shield wall, and were quickly killed by the Goblin Chief who was wandering on the front line, and they could not cause much storm.

To make matters worse, since the arrow rain has been reducing the number of zombies in the middle, there are very few reinforcements that cannot be filled in in time after the front row are seriously damaged!

"What's going on? Why did you get these soldiers up!"

A zombie prince angrily rushed to the zombie school who was rushing up from behind and questioned.

The zombie school said with a sad face: "Arrow rain! The arrow rain attacks us, can you rush over..."

Without it, the zombie princes had already seen the rain of arrows falling toward the back, and the zombies fell in pieces, no slower than the front line at all.

"Grass!"

The zombie princes punched the cement pillar next to him, and these reinforcements were simply a drop in the bucket!

Hundreds of zombies fell down at the battle front at every moment, but the support speed of reinforcements in the rear could not keep up with the consumption. In this way, although the total number of corpse tides has an absolute advantage, the strength of the combat troops is not as good as that of the Goblin Legion!

The combat effectiveness of the zombies itself is slightly inferior to that of the Goblin soldiers with equipment bonuses, and the number is not as high as that of others. Isn’t this a way out for death?

"I don't care whether you're gathering down defeated soldiers or forcing the arrows to attack, I'll transfer five thousand people to me right away!"

The zombie princes pushed the school away: "If you can't come back within five minutes, you will be killed!"

Then, the zombie princes picked up a broken light flying axe and threw it back, smashing a Goblin soldier's shield, but did not hurt the soldiers behind them.

"Everything is for me! Kill one enemy's head and you will be promoted to one level!"

The zombie princes said fiercely that the people who rushed up now were their troops. Although they felt extremely distressed, they did not dare to have any idea of ​​preserving their strength.

The supervising team is right behind, and the zombie general Jin Iron Hand is also behind. If it fails to complete the mission, even a marquis, even a duke will be killed!

Unfortunately, the pouring rain of arrows does not seem to have any tendency to stop.

Goblin shooters are like emotionally unconscious robots, repeating the three actions of mechanical drawing, pulling strings, and shooting, and shooting, and can shoot a heavy armor-breaking arrow every three seconds!

In order to save time, they don’t even need to aim. The dense formation of corpse tides will not let most of their arrows go unsuccessful!

Grin deliberately let go of the zombies in front and let the rain of arrows fall in the middle of the zombie attack, causing chaos in the attack waves!

In this way, the energy source will continue to block the corpse tide in the rear to support the front line, leaving the Goblin Legion in an advantageous position of fighting with more and fighting less, with minimal losses!
Chapter completed!