Evil God? My servants are players!

Suddenly, a group of goblins dressed in black appeared.

"Push them down! For the giant snail! For friendship!"

The black-clad goblins shouted slogans and unleashed a fighting power that amazed even other goblins.

When order is established in these goblins, they are no longer just warriors of the tribe, but regular soldiers.

The black-clad goblins worked together to drive the old tribe goblins back on the narrow city walls.

Just as the black-clad goblins were about to push the old tribe's goblins off the road, the situation suddenly changed.

Kukukaka stepped forward again, and with a leaping strike, she made one of the black-clad goblins stagger.

Kukuka then seized the opportunity and directly tore apart the black-clad goblins' battle lines.

Just as Kuku was about to expand her advantage, shouts from outside the wall caught her attention again.

"Monsters heard the commotion! They're gathering here!"

The players have arrived.

"I am the King of Trains!!!!" The King of Trains shouted his slogan once again and charged to the front of the line.

Then Leeroy Jenkins crashed into an old tribe goblin, causing considerable damage.

Then Leeroy Jenkins dodged the goblin's attack and slashed the goblin again.

But there was more than just one goblin present. Just as Leeroy Jenkins' attention was focused on this goblin,

Suddenly, a force struck him from behind, interrupting Leeroy Jenkins' dodge.

Then two more blows sent Train King back to the altar.

Only after Leeroy Jenkins died did the main force of players actually reach the vicinity of the Old Horde Goblin.

"No, has he always been this brave?" Quanxian Bangua complained.

"You've seen it all before," the muscular man replied, rolling his eyes.

Faced with the sudden arrival of players, the goblins of the old tribe had to detach some of their forces to fight against them.

Although the players' combat power was far inferior to that of the goblins, they still managed to hold back a considerable number of goblins.

This greatly relieved the pressure on the defending troops, and the black-clad goblins took advantage of Kukukaka's distraction to reorganize their ranks.

Once she came to her senses, Kukuka ignored the monster that had suddenly appeared below the city wall; she knew the monster's true nature.

Kukukaka believed that the goblins below would handle the monsters.

Kukukaka then continued to attack the strategist's guards in front of him, but the strategist's guards had already learned their lesson.

Even if Kukukaka used all his strength to knock down a guard member, the vacancy was quickly filled by another guard member.

And so, Kukukaka and the military guards were locked in a stalemate against the wall.

On the other side, although the new tribe's goblin reserve force failed to push the old tribe's goblins off the city wall, they did stop their advance.

The battlefield was now at a standstill, with everything locked in a stalemate, and no one could truly break the deadlock.

The next test will be the fighting spirit and perseverance of both sides.

But when it comes to fighting spirit and perseverance, the new tribe is clearly superior.

The goblins of the new tribe shouted:

"For the giant snail!" "For friendship!" "For Giguruguru!"

The battle continues.

In contrast, the goblins of the old tribe looked like they were wondering, "Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?"

They have absolutely no fighting spirit.

Meanwhile, a goblin from a new tribe asked his recently defected companion:

"What are you doing here?"

"I don't know. I was still drinking mushroom soup in the Mushroom House when I was dragged out to fight. I didn't even know who I was going to fight until I saw you guys."

"I see."

"Is it true that you can eat an endless supply of giant snails?"

"Of course it's true!"

As time went on, the goblins of the old tribe began to show signs of weakness. Just before their defeat, a loud chanting resounded throughout the entire battlefield.

"Storm, earth and fire, heed my call!"

"Storm, earth, and fire, answer my call!"

Then, a chain of lightning began to leap among the players, and without exception, every player struck by it turned to ashes.

"Holy crap!!! The boss has appeared!!!!"

"Full insurance half-carriage" pointed at the suddenly appearing goblin chieftain and said.

"Why did it have to happen at this time?! Did the production team deliberately time this?!"

"I'm a maniac," said the man who dodged a goblin's attack.

After complaining, the fully-risked half-hanger and the phase man were sent back to the altar by another lightning chain.

The clan leader's several lightning bolts sent all the players back to the altar.

But the continuous casting of spells caused the goblin chieftain's body to sway twice.

She used one hand to hold onto her staff for support, while the other hand covered her head to relieve her headache.

"Damn natural disasters! Damn new tribes! Damn goblins!"

The patriarch tried to relieve his headache and physical discomfort by constantly cursing.

The goblins of the old tribe were greatly encouraged after seeing their chieftain appear.

In the new tribe, the young goblins didn't react much.

However, the slightly more mature goblins trembled at the sight of the old chieftain, clearly having witnessed how ruthless the chieftain had been in his youth.

Meanwhile, the originally solid defense line became precarious again after the clan leader appeared.

After a brief respite, the clan leader cast the spell again.

A lightning bolt, thicker than a chain of lightning, shot from the tip of the staff, heading straight for the gate of the new tribe.

After a loud bang, the gate was blown open.

After the lightning broke through the city gate, it continued its momentum and unexpectedly struck a strange building.

As the building struck by the lightning bolt collapsed, a large number of giant snails poured out of the breach.

Instantly, the entire battlefield fell silent.

All the goblins stared blankly at the giant snail that was flowing out.

Until a goblin from an old tribe shouted:

"They stole their giant snail!!!"

The silence of the battlefield was broken.

The goblins' gaze shifted from the snail to the goblin in front of them.

The childish war is over.

Driven by genuine self-interest, both sides on the battlefield are now blinded by greed.

The attacks from both sides were no longer just token gestures, but aimed directly at vital points.

Meanwhile, the goblin chieftain was lying on the ground, breathing heavily.

She doesn't seem to be in good condition, but no goblins care about her anymore.

The clan chief lay on the ground, trying to make himself feel better.

But the expected relief did not come, and the clan leader's heartbeat became faster and faster.

She was so fast that she could no longer feel the pain in her brain, nor could she feel anything around her.

Then, the clan leader's consciousness went into darkness.

She was so old that the journey from the old tribe to the new one would have taken half her life.

Moreover, the fight against the "natural disaster" these past few days has taken a lot of her energy.

After casting spells continuously, her body finally gave out.

The patriarch's limbs began to stiffen, and soon he was lifeless.

With the death of the chieftain, no one had enough prestige to stop the goblins of the old tribe.

The situation was completely out of control.