The next day, the weather was not good. It was gloomy, and the northern wind was strong. The snowflakes swept across the land, and those who did not wear thick enough clothes felt like they were being cut by a knife.
However, such weather was a good thing for Dahl's mopping-up army. In such weather, the gnomes couldn't send out sentries. Even with the chieftain's leadership, the backward gnomes couldn't prepare thick clothing for the sentries. And without thick clothing, how could they be sentries in such weather? In less than half an hour, they would be frozen hard enough to collect their corpses.
Even if the gnome chief arranged for sentries, the sentries could only hide in their holes and come out from time to time to take a look. In this weather, the effectiveness of alerting them was almost zero. Two or three experienced scouts could take care of all of them.
This was indeed the case. The mid-level thief under Baron Dahl moved out alone early in the morning. Around noon, he came back to report, "We can move out after lunch. I have confirmed the location of two of the gnomes' outposts. When the time comes, we will get rid of the sentries first."
Baron Dahl was not surprised by this result. With the thief's skills, it was normal for him to be able to do this. It would be strange if he could not.
So, he ordered the mopping army to take a break, eat and drink, and fully recover their strength and spirit. Then, they would march along the route that the thief had marked and wipe out the group of gnomes in one go.
The clergymen of the Church of the Void Mask were behind the mopping army. In front of them were fifty fully armed soldiers and two knights. Not far behind them were almost the same number of archers.
As for Baron Dahl, he was a little further behind, protected by the remaining fifty soldiers and knights to ensure his safety.
The slave soldiers were naturally at the back. The militia made up of local ruffians were on the outside, and the pure slave soldiers made up of the poor were on the inside. In general, Baron Dahl did put in some effort to avoid as many casualties as possible.
To him, this may have been to prevent the morale of the army, but to the clergymen of the Church of the Void Mask, Baron Dahl had fulfilled his promise very well, so they would do the same.
"Sigh, if the opponent is just a bunch of gnomes, it really can't be called a big battle!" A Saint Samurai said somewhat disinterestedly, "I killed a lot of goblins when I was a farmer. These things are too easy to deal with. They're no match for me at all."
Looking at his body that was as sturdy as a bear and the heavy armor that could crush an ordinary person to the ground, it was obvious how strong he was. Such a strong man, even if he did not know any martial skills, he could easily defeat the gnomes. Not to mention the fact that he was close to the Intermediate Level. For enemies at the level of the Gnomes, as long as they did not encounter the Chieftain or the Shaman, even a group of Gnome Warriors would not be able to withstand a single blow from him.
In stories, there were often heroes who fought one against a hundred, or even swept away thousands of enemies. If the enemy was limited to the level of ordinary goblins, fighting one against a hundred wouldn't be a problem for him. He could also try his best to wipe out an army of a thousand. The only thing he couldn't do was to be invincible.
"Don't be so talkative, and be careful," said the priest, frowning. "And pull down your mask. If you take an arrow head-on, no matter how strong you are, you won't be able to withstand it. Goblin archers often soak their arrow tips in urine and feces. You don't want to be hit by an arrow that has been soaked in goblin feces, do you? "
This threat was indeed strong and powerful. The Saint Samurai who was as sturdy as a bear immediately shut his mouth and pulled down his mask, completely covering his face.
After a while, he could not help but say, "This mask is good for everything, but it's a little stuffy."
"The mask definitely isn't stuffy, it's your body that stinks." Priest Kalabar said indifferently, "You'll be fine if you shower more."
"... No wonder, I haven't really showered these past few days!"
"No one has showered these past few days." The older priest said with a smile, "That's how adventures are. If there's a stench or something, just bear with it. If you need, after this battle, if I still have magic power left, I can use a 'magic trick' to purify your stench. It's more or less effective. "
"Magic trick" was a beginner-level spell. It could do some supernatural things, such as slightly raising or lowering the surrounding temperature, making food and water slightly tastier, making clothes a little cleaner … and so on. No matter what, the effect was not obvious. It was better than nothing. Generally speaking, its main purpose was to cooperate with the beginner-level "Illusion Spell" to perform various magic tricks similar to those on Earth, such as withered branches blossoming, various colors appearing out of thin air, light and shadow, or music.
However, if this spell could be improved further, it would be incredible. The famous high-level spell "Transfiguration" was the evolution of this spell, and if it could be improved further, it would be the famous legendary spell "Conjure". If there was a condition for the last step, it would be the power of the gods, Extraordinary Divine Power – Reality Changing.
Among the mages, this spell was a basic skill. Almost every mage knew how to use it. But among the clerics, only those who majored in "Wisdom" or "Magic" could master this spell.
The old priest's main domain power happened to be "wisdom".
So as long as he had enough magic power, he could indeed use some "magic tricks." Although the effect might not be great, it was better than nothing.
With his promise, the strong Paladin suddenly became happy. He patted his thick chest armor with his left hand wearing an iron glove, laughed and said, "Then I'll wait for your magic. Haha, I've had enough of this smell! Everything about heavy armor is good, but the smell is too bad! "
"Don't talk so much." Another Paladin, who was also wearing heavy armor, sighed. "I didn't feel it at first, but now I feel more and more uncomfortable!"
Everyone roared with laughter, not taking the upcoming battle seriously at all.
To be honest, this battle was really not qualified for them to take it seriously.
When they arrived at the battlefield, the battle had already begun. The goblin tribe, who had lost their sentries, did not notice the arrival of the mopping army at all. They were at a disadvantage at the beginning. They were dizzy from the rain of arrows that fell from above, and could not organize a decent battle formation at all.
This was the disadvantage of a backward civilization. If it was a relatively more civilized race like the Orcs, there would at least be a circle of walls or fences around the tribe. How could they be so easily hit by a barrage of arrows head-on? But the gnomes weren't that smart. Their tribes were nothing more than caves or haystacks. Only the "great chief" and "venerable shaman" had tents. To be honest, in this weather, tents might not even be as good as caves.
The holes were good at defending against arrows, but the haystacks were completely useless. Of course, there were also experienced adventurers among the mopping army. They would first shout angrily to scare the gnomes out of their holes or bushes. Then, they would shoot arrows at the gnomes, which was why the effect was even better.
It was just the first wave of attack, and the goblin tribe was in chaos.
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