These goblins surged with strange magic power on their bodies, whether it was their running speed or strength, they were faster than normal goblins.
Two guards stood on the vehicle roof, drawing bows and nocking arrows, shooting at the goblins.
Two goblins fell with a cry.
But after completing the shots, they immediately ducked down.
"Whoosh!"
An arrow grazed past their scalps.
The goblins also had archers of their own.
These guards were well-trained and coordinated fairly well, and even though they were at an absolute numerical disadvantage, they could still rely on temporary fortifications to hold their own against the goblins.
At the center of the defensive circle stood an elderly man dressed elegantly, exuding the aura of a professional.
A young man who bore a slight resemblance to him stood by his side.
"Grandfather, otherwise, let me go out to fight."
The young man held a sword with a tense expression, but still spoke up.
