The dragon just wants to stay at home, but the players are frantically upgrading their technology.

"No joke."

"Tomorrow, a supply convoy of fifty goblins will depart from the nearest goblin lair."

As he spoke, he pulled a map from his pocket and handed it to "Did you dust today?"

“These are a few suitable ambush locations. Choose one, seize the grain, capture the goblins, and hand them over to Ale for interrogation.”

"After obtaining the information, send it to Baicaoyuan and Zhan Shuai, and they will formulate a plan to attack the goblin nest."

After saying that, the player leaped up on his dire wolf, rushed into the forest, and disappeared.

Did you fight the dust today? Open the map, and the other players, including the one who dared to kill my horse, gathered around.

The map is very detailed, showing the surrounding terrain and the location of the goblin lair.

Several dots were circled on it, which were obviously ambush locations.

However, what Jin Tian Da Hui Ma knew was that this map wasn't for them, but for Renn.

They can just distribute the maps offline; there's no need to send them over.

After the players finished reading, they handed the map over to Raine.

After the minor incident, the group continued on its way.

They didn't rest until night.

The morning light pierced the darkness, the sun moved across the sky, and gradually began to set in the west, marking the arrival of afternoon.

Chapter 69 Grain Transport Team

The afternoon sun shone on the wide road, making people drowsy.

The forests on both sides are lush and green, and the leaves are turning slightly yellow as autumn approaches.

A convoy of about sixty goblins carrying provisions slowly approached.

These goblins were clearly undisciplined, and their ranks were incredibly long.

In the middle of the procession, some goblin soldiers even slept directly on the carts, sweating profusely, as they were pushed along by the sun-tanned goblin laborers.

The grain transport official didn't care, because he was also comfortably lying on the cart, enjoying the sunshine.

At the very front, the two goblin scouts at the head of the group probably thought that there would be no one there because they were located at the rear.

They didn't even look around, chatting and laughing idly.

One of the goblin scouts, seemingly needing to urinate, didn't even ask for permission. He quickly ran to the roadside with his legs tucked together and began rummaging through his lower garments.

In front of him, amidst the withered leaves that were taller than the surrounding trees, a closer look would reveal that someone was hiding.

And this person was one of the players who came to ambush me; he dared to kill my horse.

He hid under the dead leaves, watching the goblin scout fiddling with his coarse cloth trousers, and he could no longer bear it.

If this goblin scout really urinates, what will become of his lifelong reputation?

Although his reputation was almost completely ruined by the group members in the last incident.

Gripping the iron spear tightly, I sprang up with all my might, and thrust the spear at the horse that dared to kill me.

"You really know how to pick a spot."

A roar erupted, withered leaves rose up and danced in the air, and a gleaming iron spear flew out from among the leaves, piercing the goblin scout's neck.

puff!

The iron spear was pulled out, blood splattered, and a bloody hole appeared in the goblin scout's neck.

The goblin scout's eyes widened, he clutched his neck, collapsed to the ground, blood and incontinent urine flowing out together.

"Ready to attack! Ready to attack!"

Wiping the blood splattered on his face, the daring horse pushed off the ground and leaped forward, charging rapidly towards the convoy that hadn't yet reacted.

"Charge! All troops, attack!"

"Yazigaygay!"

"Where did this Japanese devil come from? I'll chop you down first!"

Accompanied by shouts of "Dare to kill my horse!", players suddenly rushed out of the forest, along with all sorts of strange bugle calls.

"Kobolds! What are these kobolds here? Run! The kobolds are attacking!"

"Enemy attack! Run!"

Seeing the kobolds suddenly rushing out of the mountains and forests with an indomitable spirit, and their elite equipment, the goblin soldiers panicked instantly.

During the march, in order to ensure speed, weapons and armor were mostly placed on flatbed carts, with only a small number of soldiers wearing armor to ensure basic combat effectiveness.

But now, due to the scouts' negligence, the kobolds are extremely close, and many goblin soldiers did not have time to put on their armor and began to flee in panic.

In their desperate attempt to escape and avoid being killed by the supervising officers, their shouts became increasingly outrageous.

"Run! Run! The kobolds have breached the defenses! They've broken through!"

"Oh no! All three generals have been killed by the kobolds! The kobolds have won!! We have to run!"

"The Iron Crocodile Leader is gone! The kobolds are monsters! Run!"

Hearing these shouts, the goblin grain officer who had been lying comfortably looked terrified and hurriedly got up.

"Don't run! Don't run! Fight back! Organize a counterattack!"

Remembering the punishment for losing grain, the goblin grain officer shouted at the top of his lungs.

But no one listened to him, so he could only keep shouting.

But before he could utter another shout, a battle cry, laced with mental pollution, suddenly rang out.

"Waaaaagh! Here I come! Elite monster! Die!"

Accompanied by a battle cry, a massive figure appeared in mid-air, its shadow enveloping the goblin grain transport officer.

"Do not……"

The goblin grain officer looked up, his expression filled with fear.

But before he could finish speaking, the magnetic field rotated, grinned menacingly, and descended.

With just one kick and one slash, the goblin grain officer fell into a pool of blood.

Immediately afterward, before the goblin grain transport officer's leather-armored guards could even run, the magnetic field spun and his greatsword swung wildly.

With a flash of blades and a splatter of blood, several goblin guards clad in leather armor fell to the ground.

As soon as the riot broke out and the goblin grain transport officer died, the players, in a frenzy of chaos, rushed into the ranks, launching a battle that was almost a massacre.

Even without Rein's Tier 1 Dragonblood Warrior squad taking action, the goblin supply convoy was already routed.

The final act, Rennes, stopped halfway through the race.

Looking at the scene below, Renn's eye twitched involuntarily.

The Blackscale Clan really don't know the meaning of fear or dread!

At a glance, he didn't see any Blackscale Clan members pause for even a moment; they almost all charged forward recklessly, starting to hack and slash wildly.

The goblins' collapse was probably largely due to being frightened by the Blackscale tribe.

"Chieftain, should we go?"

A dragonblood warrior from the Rainbow Scale Clan swallowed hard and asked.

He had clearly never seen such a scene before, where people went berserk right from the start.

"Go! Why not? Let's go to the rear, cut off their retreat, and make sure none of them escape."

Raine's expression turned serious. After speaking, he picked up his greatsword and led the Dragonblood Warriors to the back.

Compared to the players' chaotic charge, the twenty-odd Dragonblood Warriors led by Raine were much more organized.

They quickly dispersed, like a tightening net, intercepting and killing several goblins who tried to escape.

"Surrender and you will not be killed! Surrender and you will not be killed!"

Ah Le was shouting from a short distance away.

Watching his fellow goblins being slaughtered by the players, falling one by one, Ah Le felt a pang of pity and wavering in his heart.

She didn't know if this was right or wrong, but she knew that her teacher's companions did not kill prisoners.

All she could do was keep shouting at the top of her lungs, hoping to save more of her compatriots.

"Surrender and you will not be killed! Surrender and you will not be killed!"

"Surrender and you will not be killed! Surrender and you will not be killed!"

Hearing the shout, the chaotic goblin soldiers reacted, dropped their weapons, and lay down on the ground.

The goblin laborers had already collapsed.

"boring."

The greatsword stopped in front of a goblin soldier who had been terrified and knelt down. The magnetic field shifted, and the sword was withdrawn. The greatsword kicked the terrified goblin soldier to the ground, spat, and turned to leave.