Zuo Yi could not understand what the other party was saying.
There were thousands of different types of goblins and thousands of different languages. Moreover, different goblin tribes had their own specific language pedigree. Unless one had mastered the Language Proficiency Spell, it would be impossible to understand what the other party was saying.
However, the malice of killing and the viciousness of the attacks did not require any language to describe!
Pa!
Zuo Yi reached out and grabbed the stone axe that was flying towards him. He turned his wrist and casually played with it.
It was a little heavy.
Seeing Zuo Yi snatch away his weapon, the goblin was stunned for a moment before jumping up and down and shouting.
Poor guy...
Zuo Yi glanced at the other party, his heart full of pity.
He knew that this stone axe with exquisite craftsmanship was very likely the other party's most precious asset. Perhaps he had sold his wife and children in exchange for it. One could imagine how the other party felt at this moment.
I'll return it to you!
Out of pity as a knight, Zuo Yi threw the stone axe back to the other party. "Catch!"
Puchi!
The sharp stone blade pierced through the hard skull and deeply embedded itself in the goblin's brain.
The goblin's eyes were dull. He opened his hands and grabbed at the air twice before falling back to the ground, no longer making any sound.
If I can't catch it, then it's not my problem!
Zuo Yi shrugged and expressed his helplessness. It was hard to be a good person.
However, the fall of this goblin did not deter the other goblins. The blood of their comrade seemed to have stimulated the savage and ruthless genes in their blood. They roared and pounced forward.
Swoosh swoosh!
The first to attack Zuo Yi were wooden bone arrows mixed with stone axes and stones. Although it seemed chaotic and disorderly, the range of the attack was very large.
Zuo Yi did not even hesitate as he used Charge and charged forward. The Crimson Dragon Sword in his hand drew a dazzling arc of flames!
Pa pa pa!
The arrows and stones that landed on his body were all deflected by the Cliff Dragon Leather Armor.
The Rock Dragon was a high-level magical beast known for its defense. Its skin was one of the best materials for making leather armor. Zuo Yi's Rock Dragon Leather Armor could even withstand a sniper rifle's shot. A mere bone arrow wouldn't even tickle it.
Against these green-skinned goblins, Zuo Yi's defense was undoubtedly at the max level!
However, it was not Zuo Yi's style to passively take a beating. So, while he was charging, Zuo Yi swung his sword and counterattacked.
Puchi! Puchi! Puchi!
Five to six goblin heads flew high into the air. The universe cockroaches standing in front of Zuo Yi were instantly turned into dead cockroaches.
However, Zuo Yi was not satisfied.
This world's suppression of high-level power was too great. Under normal circumstances, his sword could wipe out a large area, but now, he didn't even manage to kill a quarter of them!
There was no other way. Since one sword strike could not solve the problem, he would have to use another sword strike.
Whoosh!
This time, as the tip of the sword swept across, seven to eight goblins' corpses lay on the ground.
"Ayadatat!"
The death of a single goblin would cause its companions to unite against a common enemy and be filled with fighting spirit. The tragic death of a group of goblins would cause them to think calmly and rationally.
Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?
The result of their thinking was that they immediately threw down their weapons and fled in all directions, screaming as if they were stray cats whose tails had been stepped on.
This was the deep-rooted weakness of the goblin race. In terms of battle, they could only fight battles that were favorable to them. They would collapse mentally when faced with the slightest setback or injury, regardless of the number of opponents!
Coupled with their low intelligence, the goblins were excluded from the intelligent races in most of the Planar Worlds.
There were at least four to five hundred goblins that participated in the attack on Zuo Yi. They were so densely packed that not even a drop of water could escape. Even if Zuo Yi killed a dozen of them, the losses he caused to them were very small.
But with a few leaders taking the lead, the other goblins quickly collapsed, like a rapidly spreading virus. Hundreds of goblins cried and screamed as they retreated back into the village like a tide.
The Great Demon King Zuo Yi did not know whether to laugh or cry!
Zuo Yi had not fought many goblins before, as there were very few goblins in the World of Sadeya. Some of them hid in the remote and uninhabited Forgotten Lands, only to be discovered by adventurers by chance.
But he still had a good understanding of the goblins' characteristics.
But the more he understood, the more ridiculous he found it.
Wielding the Crimson Dragon Sword, Zuo Yi strode toward the village.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Two large rocks, each weighing fifty kilograms, were thrown high into the air, drawing two arcs in the air as they crashed toward Zuo Yi, one in front and one behind.
But Zuo Yi was no fool. How could he just stand there and let the goblins bombard him?
The shots were very accurate …
Zuo Yi gave the Goblin Catapult Driver a silent thumbs up when he charged forward once more.
Boom!
He crashed heavily into the village gate with his sword, and the gate, which was made of more than ten thick wooden planks, instantly shattered into pieces.
Zuo Yi was still very powerful even though he could not use his Battle Energy or the Power of Light.
This time, it was as if doomsday had arrived for the goblins hiding in the village. They frantically scurried around, screaming at the top of their lungs, and threw all kinds of weapons on the ground.
A few dozen meters away from Zuo Yi, a few goblins in rough black linen clothes were prostrating on the ground, expressing their allegiance to Zuo Yi in fear and trepidation.
Worshipping the strong was a common trait of the goblin race.
But these green goblins were obviously different from their counterparts who had been holding weapons, whether it was in terms of their attire or their expressions.
Zuo Yi did not care about them. He held his sword and looked around, looking for a suitable target.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
At this moment, a series of small fireballs shot toward Zuo Yi from above the altar.
Insignificant tricks!
Zuo Yi casually waved his Crimson Dragon Sword a few times, and all the small fireballs were destroyed.
Following the direction of the fireballs, he saw an old goblin in a gray robe standing above the altar!
A goblin priest!
The experienced and knowledgeable Zuo Yi knew exactly what the other party was doing.
Goblin priests belonged to the category of magic, and were also the only goblin race that was recognized by the powerful races. They spread faith and knowledge, and at the same time, passed on the concept of battle.
The old goblin priest still held a bone staff in his hand. When he saw how Zuo Yi destroyed the fireballs, he felt a chill in his heart.
Zuo Yi stood in front of the altar and hooked his finger at the goblin priest.
He indicated that the goblin could use any tricks as soon as possible!
The goblin priest hesitated for a moment. He held the bone staff and walked down the altar, prostrating himself in front of Zuo Yi.
This was a gesture of submission!
The old goblin priest realized how powerful Zuo Yi was. He also realized that if he allowed Zuo Yi to continue his massacre, his tribe would be completely razed to the ground.
Therefore, he could only stand up and surrender to Zuo Yi, in order to preserve the last bloodline of his tribe!
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