Chapter 23 Two reasons (1/2)

Chapter 23 Two reasons

Translator: Tchu

Editor: ArKain

After inspecting the goblin tribe more carefully, Shaar found that the entire tribe had 164 young and old goblins. According to Shaar’s experience as a hunter, all the wounds on the corpses were fatal and he noticed that these goblins tried to resist, but were unable to form an effective counterattack against their enemy.

A lot of goblins also tried to escape, but looking at the hoofmarks surrounding the tribe, it seems that the guys who attacked the goblins had much better maneuverability than the goblins and did not let a single goblin escape.

There were several goblins that tried to escape over the mud wall, but were shot and killed on it.

Pulling an arrow from a corpse, Shaar checked its weight.

Armor piercing arrow?

His eyes immediately lit up. This arrowhead was made of a high quality metal and with a specially designed shaft emphasizing the ability penetrate the enemy’s armor. In Primal Wildfire Town, only the stronger mercenary groups had such arrows and even then, they would only use them when encountering strong enemies.

However here ……the attackers here, unexpectedly used such precious arrows to kills lowly goblins??

High quality weapons, ruthless, high mobility and each strike was lethal….

Moreover, in one quick swoop they slaughtered over 100 goblins and did not leave a single living witness. This kind of attitude was rare in the wilderness of Primal Wildfire. Perhaps only several well-known vicious black tribes would do something like this in Primal Wildfire.

However, ……Even those black tribes would not waste their energy slaughtering a few goblins – These goblins were as poor as a group of beggars. Robbing them was the least profitable thing you could do unless you are interested in the goblin’s various suspicious looking sun-dried meat.

Walking along the perimeter of this tribe, Shaar suddenly stopped and closed his eyes to think for a moment. The hooves mark on the ground, the bloodstains, the footprints and the corpses all seemed to be randomly placed, however Shaar quickly noticed a subtle clue in his mind.

Those hoof prints and the distributions of these goblin corpses immediately reminded Shaar something that he read a long time ago.

It seemed ……similar to the descriptions in the old man’s rotting yellow book collection.

Shaar opened his eyes and made a dignified hillbilly expression. He carefully made a tour inside the tribe again and reorganized the thoughts in his head to get a clearer picture.

(Twenty people, no most likely around thirty and all cavalry. There were some archers with profound archery techniques among them. They divided into three teams, one team blocked the main entrance of the tribe, broke the front gate and went inside to kill, forcing these goblins to jump over the wall and scatter in all directions in order to escape. The other two teams waited on their horses and seized the opportunity to kill the goblins who tried to climb over the mud wall. They killed a few of them with their arrows and then ran down the rest with their speed and slaughtered them. These people had excellent weapons and their martial arts clearly exceeded ordinary mercenaries.

Furthermore, they had excellent horse-riding skills!

(This could be determined by how they were able to gallop over this medium sized mud wall.)

(Less than 30 people had slaughtered more than 100 goblins. There were no casualties on their side and they did not let any goblins escape. I am afraid that even the famous black tribes in Primal Wildfire do not have such well-trained combat tactics. Those fierce black tribes were powerful, but could not execute this kind of fast operation in such an organized manner.)

The more Shaar thought about it, the more a sense of oppression took his breath away and he was forced to take a few deep breaths to suppress this uneasiness.

“How, how is it?”

Watching Shaar coming back, the Pitiful Creature was already nervous to the point that she could not stand still. Her face was deathly pale, her forehead poured out cold sweat and she quickly asked Shaar.

“What did you expect, all dead.” Resting his axe on his shoulder, Shaar saw the Pitiful Creature’s pathetic look on her face: “Huh? Why’s your face so white?”

“Eh……my wound hurts a little.”