Chapter 73: 072 Failure_l
Translator: 549690339
For a goblin, Gaz was not only terrifyingly strong but also incredibly agile.
Link could hardly believe his eyes when he saw Gaz step on the body of the great sword with one foot in front and one in the back. As his back foot pressed the tip of the sword firmly into the ground, his front foot pushed off again, causing his upper body muscles to bulge and veins to pop.
As the cleaver was knocked away by the great sword under Gaz’s precise control, he managed to change its angle mid-air.
With the force of the great sword swing, Gaz danced with the cleaver, and despite Link’s disbelief, he managed to slap it on Link’s forehead.
“Bam!”
Accompanied by a heavy collision sound, Link saw nothing but whiteness as Gaz slapped him away, and he no longer had the strength to hold onto the great sword.
In the end, Gaz showed mercy and used the blunt side of the cleaver.
If he had used full force in that last move, even a werewolf would have a hard time surviving with their skull split open.
Link struggled to open his eyes, but the scenery kept swaying, and sharp crashing noises filled his ears.
He tried hard to get up but failed several times, eventually crawling forward helplessly like a headless fly.
Watching this, Gaz shook his head, jumped off the great sword, and dragged the cleaver with his left hand while placing his right hand on the handle of the sword.
With a sudden force, he pulled the great sword out of the ground.
The scene was suddenly surreal, as if it were a dream.
A goblin dual-wielding heavy weapons?
Who would believe such a thing if they hadn’t seen it with their own eyes?
Gaz slowly walked in front of Link and coldly kicked him over as he crawled.
He then thrust the great sword directly into Link’s abdomen, brutally restraining the werewolf.
For any ordinary creature, this would be fatal, but for a werewolf, this was not a mortal wound.
As long as they pulled out the great sword, they could recover in just a few days.
All the other werewolves were captured as well, unable to resist under various negative conditions and facing enemies several times their own number.
Now, they were tied up by Lizardmen with withered vines, and the poison from the Lizardman Shaman began to take effect, causing the werewolves to lower their heads, looking weak and dejected.
Knowing that they had completely failed, Link lay on the ground and looked at
Gaz, saying, “Captain, five years have passed, and you’ve grown stronger…” >
Gaz sat beside him and replied indifferently, “I’m just a goblin. I have to seize every opportunity to get stronger.”
“Yes, you’re just a goblin…”
Link gave a bitter smile. Logically, werewolves should be much stronger than goblins, but losing to a goblin most looked down upon left him unwilling but also admiring.
“Captain, if you weren’t a goblin, even an orc, you’d probably be a famous Sword Saint on the continent now!”
Hearing Link’s words, Gaz paused and shook his head, “Who can guarantee that a goblin can’t become a Sword Saint?”
“Also, I’m not the Captain of Black Gold City anymore. You can just call me
Gaz… ”
Link stared blankly at Gaz and shook his head, thinking that maybe this was the biggest difference between them.
At this time, the Quilboars finally arrived.
Their leader, Longfang, couldn’t believe what he saw—more than thirty Wolf Cavalry defeated so easily.
And there was his old friend Link, miserably impaled on his great sword, unable to move.
Longfang, who knew werewolves’ physique well, didn’t think Link would die like this. So, at his command, the numerous Quilboars behind him drew their weapons.
Most of them used iron single-edged two-handed axes with long wooden handles, which were much better equipped compared to the stone axes and wooden spears of most Lizardmen.
With more than a hundred Quilboars, their numbers weren’t much fewer than the Lizardmen, and their individual strength was even greater.
Because of this, Scar, who was in charge of commanding the Lizardmen, had a grave expression, wondering when Longleg’s reinforcements would arrive.
“I advise you not to act recklessly!”
Longfang looked in the direction of the voice and saw a familiar goblin holding a rusty dagger to Link’s throat.
The dagger’s appearance was not the issue, but the fact that it had a polished, sharp silver coin attached to its tip.
Ignoring where Gaz got the silver coin, silver was the werewolf’s greatest weakness. If the goblin cut Link’s throat with it, there would be no saving him.
Longfang frowned, stopping his tribesmen who were preparing to attack, and gestured for them to stay put. He slowly approached the goblin and the werewolf.
“I think this distance is enough!”
When Longfang was about ten meters away, Gaz spoke up to stop him.
The Quilboar leader obediently stopped, threw his battle axe to the side to demonstrate his sincerity, and minimized his threat as much as possible.
Seeing Longfang cooperating, Gaz nodded in satisfaction and stuck the dagger with the silver coin next to Link’s neck.
Patting Link’s chest, Gaz laughed, “I never thought our Count would have such a caring ally!” “We are brothers…”
Link spoke weakly.
Gaz’s laughter stiffened as he thought of some unpleasant memories.
“Is that so? I’m quite envious…”
He sighed and continued, “Let’s talk this out. You have no chance of winning, so just surrender honestly!”
Seeing the Quilboars and werewolves hesitate, Gaz added, “Don’t worry; you won’t die. At least not yet.”
Though he said that, it was common knowledge that the promises of monster races were not to be trusted.
But Link said, “I believe you, Captain…oh, Gaz. If anything unexpected happens, I hope you’ll protect the Quilboars first.’
“Link! By what right do you decide for me?”
“By the right of being your brother, and because it’s the best choice!”
Longfang remained silent, Link looked sincerely at him, and said, “I’m sorry, Longfang. If I had listened to you earlier, things wouldn’t have come to this..
You just lacked confidence, but you’ve always been a great leader!”
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