vncnus Chapter 52 Major Defeat
Chapter 52 Major Defeat
rustle--
The forbidden forest was quiet at night, with only the occasional chirping of insects reminding everyone that they were not alone in this forest.
Bain tried his best to control each step, but the cracking sound of the horse's hooves breaking branches was unavoidable and could be clearly heard in the deadly forest.
The young horsemen fell silent, their burning ambitions extinguished by the cold wind, and the shadow of death loomed over everyone.
However, the centaurs' pride did not allow them to show fear. The sound of their hooves pounding on the fallen leaves grew louder and louder, as if they were trying to maintain their precarious courage in this way.
Isabel mingled in the ranks, watching the centaurs' loose formation and listening to Bane's haphazard tactics, becoming even more convinced that she was right.
But as a centaur herself, she couldn't just stand by and watch her people go to their deaths.
So, Isabel followed.
I only hope that telling the truth this morning will leave a good impression on Persson, so that he will forgive Bain and the others for their offense, and at least save their lives.
"Wait, something's not right!"
Bain, who was walking at the front, suddenly stopped, drew an arrow and nocked it on the bowstring, his black pupils scanning his surroundings warily.
"What's wrong?" Margaret came to his side, craned her neck to look around, but saw nothing. "Bane, relax, there isn't even a goblin here, no need to be so cautious..."
"That's the problem!" Bain almost growled. "Normally there would be a few goblins acting as sentinels in the trees, but now there's nothing!"
"this……"
Upon hearing this, Margaret finally realized something was wrong, but he forced himself to remain calm, both to comfort Bane and to comfort himself:
"Maybe those goblins are just slacking off? Bain, you know exactly what kind of race goblins are—stupid, lazy, and gluttonous. The fact that they were chosen as sentinels can only mean that their leader is a fool just like the goblins..."
Margaret chuckled twice, trying to boost morale in this way, but Bain suddenly raised his right hand and clenched his fist tightly.
"The situation is unclear, retreat for now!"
Upon hearing this, some horsemen complained, some horsemen breathed a sigh of relief, and even Isabel secretly rejoiced that Bain had managed to stop the car at the crucial moment.
But she was clearly celebrating too soon...
The moment Bain stopped, the centaurs' movements were transmitted to the goblins through the tremors of the earth. Realizing that the centaurs were preparing to retreat, the goblins decisively ordered the trolls to launch a fierce attack.
"For the Dragon Lord!"
The club-wielder was the first to stand up, swung the throwing stone rope a few times, and hurled it fiercely at the centaur squad.
"Enemy attack!"
Bain let out a desperate shout, and almost simultaneously raised his hand, drew the bowstring taut, and the sharp arrow shot towards the club like a streak of light.
Boom!
Suddenly, a huge oak shield appeared, and a powerful arrow almost pierced the shield, but that was all.
Under Poisson's training, the trolls increasingly understood the benefits of teamwork. Each troll had its own area of responsibility, and they only needed to focus on doing their job well.
Such tactics are clearly far superior to the techniques that centaurs use specifically for hunting!
Whizzing--
Countless arrows rained down, but the giants simply raised their wooden shields and easily blocked them.
Even if a few arrows are lucky enough to successfully break through the wooden shield's defenses, hitting the thick-skinned giant is practically like tickling it!
On the other hand, let's look at the centaurs.
Because it happened so suddenly, most of the young Malaysians were tripped by the flying stones and fell to the ground before they could react.
The giant's strength was clearly beyond what ordinary people could withstand. If you were lucky enough to be hit by one, your legs would be bound; if you were unlucky, the stone chains would break your legs, leaving you completely unable to resist.
"How could this be...?"
A cold sweat trickled down Bane's forehead; the skill and order displayed by these giants far exceeded his expectations.
Just two months ago, the giants in the Forbidden Forest were a bunch of dumb giants who could be bullied by centaurs. How could they have evolved to this extent in just two months?
This isn't magic!
Moreover, judging from the hiding places of these giants, their targeted equipment, and their deliberately arranged formations, they had obviously been lying in ambush here for a long time, just waiting for the centaurs to walk into their trap.
But how could they know they were going to launch a surprise attack tonight?!
Bain was completely baffled, but the shrapnel flying erratically overhead gave him no time to think.
Without a doubt, we have lost this battle today, a complete and utter defeat.
"But at the very least, we must get the news of the failure out!" Bain gritted his teeth, pulled Margaret, who was focused on shooting, in front of him, and several flying stone chains instantly wrapped around him.
Bain seized the opportunity and ran into the depths of the Forbidden Forest without looking back.
"We must... notify... the elders..."
He was panting heavily, his heart pounding so hard it felt like it was about to jump out of his throat, and the horse's hooves were leaving clear footprints on the ground, a far cry from its usual composure.
One hundred meters...
Fifty meters...
ten meters...
Only after completely leaving Emerald Territory and returning to the centaur territory did his legs finally give way, and he collapsed uncontrollably into the grass.
"Do you need help, sir?"
"No..." Bain groaned weakly, "War is coming... Inform the elders... Mobilize the entire tribe..."
"Alright," the voice readily agreed, "By the way, which of you is the elder? Are these long-bearded ones?"
"What nonsense are you spouting—"
Bain felt a surge of annoyance and was about to teach this centaur who made jokes without considering the occasion a lesson, but he suddenly stopped himself from speaking.
Wait, that sound...
How come I've never heard of this before?!
Bain suddenly raised his head, his bloodshot eyes looking towards the tribe's stronghold.
In the center of the open space, all the centaurs were herded together. They looked quite disheveled, especially the guards, whose bodies were covered in bruises, as if they had been repeatedly thrown high into the air and then slammed down.
Above the centaurs, a terrifying shadow loomed over them.
The green dragon raised its long neck, and the bright moonlight shone on its smooth scales, making them shimmer and giving it a sense of sacredness and invincibility.
With a light leap, he jumped down from the ancient tree where the centaurs had lived for generations. His dragon tail swayed casually, and the centaurs he touched let out helpless whimpers, but dared not move.
"How could this be...?"
Bane himself didn't know how he got up. He just stared blankly at the scene, letting the wind carry away the little horseman's sobs, as if only in this way could the scene before him become a dream, and nothing would happen when he woke up.
But that's obviously impossible.
Who could have imagined that the prey they had been longing for, whom they thought was easily defeated, would actually come to the centaur territory on its own initiative?
And he easily defeated everyone!