Struggle in the Steam Age

　　 As Lawrence said before, the two goblins didn't doubt why there was a wild boar lying here. After spotting the wild boar, they jumped up in excitement and made a wow sound. After celebrating for a few minutes, the two goblins grabbed one of the hoofs of the wild boar, and then dragged the wild boar along the stepped road.

"They will cook and eat this wild boar soon." Watching the two goblins drag the wild boar away, the ranger introduced quietly around everyone, "Goblins basically have no habit of hoarding things, they just have to find food. They will be eaten as soon as possible. But wild boars like this will be a bit more troublesome because they need some time to cook."

　　 "In terms of food distribution, the goblins will distribute their gains according to their strength from strong to weak." The ranger smiled at this point. "So if everything is normal, it will be the most capable part of this goblin tribe."

　　 Then there was a waiting time, Lawrence and the others all sat there quietly, waiting under the cover of the bushes. Until more than 40 minutes later, the ranger stood up and said, "Okay, the cooking method of the group of goblins is to chop the lamb into the pot and cook, and put everything they can find in the pot. Edible things. So I think they should have eaten those things by this time, and the medicine should have worked."

　　Because the wild boar had been stabbed several times earlier, when the two goblins dragged the wild boar away, they left a clear blood stain on the ground. Lawrence and his team chased down the blood stain.

　　 Not far after they walked out, a stench that slowly became rich showed them the way. Avoiding a few traps, they smoothly came to a place not far from the goblin's lair where the lair can be seen.

　　 The foul smell comes from the excrement of goblins. As a generally low-intellect creature, they do not build and use toilets, so all the places around the tribe are their toilets.

　　 "The potion works," said the ranger walking in front. This is an obvious fact, because everyone has seen more than a dozen goblins lying on the ground in the clearing surrounded by broken shacks, and the individual goblins who stood up swayed like they were drunk. And also fell to the ground without taking a few steps.

　　"Whhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." To make sure that these goblins were not setting traps, the soldier picked up a stone at least half a brick and threw it at one of them. With a slap, the goblin’s head was doubled and slumped after the big stone hit, and it was no longer alive, but the surrounding goblins just yelled twice and then barely crawled away, nothing. The goblin stood up to escape or counterattack.

　　 "Gunman, you are here to provide cover for us, and the others will come together." After an exhortation to the retired soldier, the other four rushed into the goblin tribe with the soldier as a spearhead.

　　 Lawrence was arranged behind as a warlock. He held a pistol filled with bullets in one hand and a hollow iron pipe with a heavy octagonal nut screwed on the top in the other hand.

　　 Seeing someone rushing in, the goblins lying on the ground immediately screamed, after which they all looked at Lawrence and the others with surprise. These goblins used their apparently owed brains to think that they have an absolute advantage in numbers, so they became excited one by one, and even tried to get up with their arms supporting themselves.

　　 But most of the goblins' efforts failed, and their hands on the ground slipped and fell. Only a few guys who looked stronger than the other goblins rushed up, and the warrior who walked in the front easily knocked them down with a hammer in his hand.

　　 "Bah!" A goblin running out of the side bushes was shot by Lawrence's water pipe. Then a goblin with a short wooden bow and arrow in his hand and wearing an iron piece of leather armor fell from a nearby tree. Obviously, this goblin tried to sneak attack and was killed by the magic gunner who provided fire support.

　　 "How come so many goblins can move?" The priest who walked at the end used the sharp scythe in his right hand to scoop a goblin and frowned. "I just prescribed enough medicine in that wild boar to pour 30 or 40 cows. In theory, each of these goblins received enough anesthetic to make them all faint."

"Either this place is just an outpost, or there is something in this goblin tribe that we haven't investigated clearly." Lawrence replied listening to the priest's chattering, while raising the pistol in his left hand and firing three shots to the top of the house. And the three guys on the tree holding a sharpened and burnt javelin ready to attack.

　　 There are about 40 goblins who joined the siege of Lawrence and the others, but because of their extremely chaotic organization, their counterattack has directly evolved into an act of sending heads.

　　 The goblins of this tribe are still limited, so after more than 40 goblins were killed, there were only corpses and guys who couldn't get up after being poisoned with anesthetic in this clearing.

　　 Not only did the team members not feel relieved, they all increased their vigilance. After all, the situation here is different from what you imagined, and everyone feels that this group of goblins is likely to have something to keep.

The four members of the 　　 team also focused their attention on the house one size larger than the other houses in the tribal center, because if there is a conspiracy, these obviously distinctive buildings are more likely to hide fatal dangers.

"Oh-hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Just as Lawrence and the others were staring at the house intently, a loud but somewhat insufficient howl came out of the room, and then the whole room was violently moved from the inside out. Blasted.

　　 The wood, stone, and a series of things used to build the room in an instant flew up for a certain distance, and then fell back to the ground under the action of gravity. Many goblins lying on the ground immobile were killed and wounded by rocks or wood falling from the sky.

　　 The four of them immediately saw the real face of the guy hiding in the big house before. It was a big brown guy with a height of five or six meters, and he visually measured a ton of weight. It looks barely a figure~www.ltnovel.com~ With a fully enclosed helmet on its head, its body hunched over its shoulders. The long arms almost dragged to the ground.

This monster is not empty-handed like the beasts. He is covered with some beasts’ fur, simple leather armor made of bones and metal fragments. One hand holds a tree stump as a shield, and the other hand On the top is a big stick nailed with various metal fragments. There are five or six wooden javelins with sharpened and charred ends on their backs.

　　 This is an ogre, and its appearance also allows Lawrence and the others to solve the inner mystery. Obviously this guy ate most of that wild boar, which is why there are still so many goblins that can move.

　　 "Damn!" Lawrence heard the priest cursing next to him. "Ogres are inherently resistant to toxicity. I think the effects of the anesthetics I have just now may not have the expected effect."

　　 "Woo——" Taking advantage of this raid that broke through the house, the ogre drew a thick wooden javelin from behind and threw it at Lawrence and the others.

　　 But the accuracy of this blow was really horrible. The javelin was seven or eight meters away from the nearest person.

　　 The reason for all this is the anesthetic that the priest poured into the wild boar just now. Even if the ogre is sufficiently resistant to toxicity, the agricultural church's special anesthetic for large creatures such as pigs or cattle still has a partial effect.

　　 I saw that ogre staggered out of the ruins of the completely destroyed room after a missed hit, and when he stepped across a beam, he stepped directly on the belly of a goblin. In an instant, the goblin who was struggling just now disappeared, and the bright red blood immediately stained the ground.