Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God-Chapter 92 - 88 Greed Is an Original Sin (Please Subscribe)_1

Chapter 92: Chapter 88 Greed Is an Original Sin (Please Subscribe)_1

Especially the Zuo Lang under Andy, blinded in one eye by splashed acid, flew into a rage. Although a bit slow to start, its speed was the fastest. It led the charge at the human merchant who had strayed from the caravan—its intelligence was sufficient to understand the tactic of killing the leader first. fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓

With howls resounding, five Goblin Wolf Riders converged at its side—this wasn’t a cavalry charge tactic, but the combined attack strategy of a wolf pack.

"Trap... this is a trap... not one we set, but a deliberate scheme by someone... to provoke us into conflict, stay calm... stay calm..." The human merchant was completely panicked, retreating with his four Heavily Armored Guards while trying to explain.

Whether most Goblins and Zuo Lang could understand his Common Language was another matter altogether.

How frail and powerless was such an explanation in the face of the charging Cavalry?

Or perhaps, their brains, dominated by extreme excitement, no longer considered anything else.

Compared to the human merchant, the decision made by the four Heavily Armored Guards was wiser. Drawing their Longswords, they formed an arc, protecting their employer behind them, ready to meet the charge.

Seeing the bloodthirsty faces and gaping maws drawing closer, the human merchant, even knowing they were tricked, had no choice but to issue the order to attack, "Shoot your arrows, shoot, let all the arrows fly, what are you waiting for? If you don’t shoot now, we’ll all die here."

It was more fitting for these brainless Goblins to die than for him.

Hum! Hum! Hum!

Only then did sporadic crossbow bolts fly from the rear of the caravan.

The human merchant turned his head and realized that the caravan behind him had been continuously screaming.

From time to time, boulders the size of heads fell from the sky, several unlucky ones had been struck down, their flesh mangled, their life and death uncertain.

The rest were curled up under the wagons, not daring to show their heads, let alone provide arrow support for him.

A piercing cold enveloped the human merchant; he felt the presence of a black hand—a hidden black hand puppeteering everything.

The purpose was to doom him beyond recovery.

He faintly guessed who it might be, but he could not and did not want to believe that they had the power to detect his plan so quickly and lay out a death trap.

But he had no more time to consider anything else, as the Goblin Wolf Cavalry was already upon him. He had to survive this sudden assault before any other possibility could arise.

Hou!

Just as the two forces were about to clash, the leading Zuo Lang howled.

All the Zuo Lang, with their Riders, split into two groups, sweeping past the human merchant and his four guards and heading straight for the merchant wagons.

The other Zuo Lang were also closing in on the caravan from both sides.

"No good, stop them, quick, stop them." The human merchant’s scalp numbed as he rushed back with his four Heavily Armored Guards.

But their speed, constrained by the weight of their armor, could not even match that of a common man, much less the galloping Zuo Lang.

The current situation chilled his spine more than if he were being attacked himself—after all, he and the four Heavily Armored Guards were clad in heavy armor, making it extremely difficult for Goblin weapons, Zuo Lang bites, or claw strikes to pose a fatal threat to them.

As long as they could firmly hold their ground, the Crossbowmen in the caravan would continuously provide ranged fire support, leaving room for hope in this battle.

But he grossly underestimated the cunning of the Goblins, or rather, the cunning of the Zuo Lang beneath them.

They knew to bypass the heavily armored targets and strike at the ranged attackers first.

Pitiful cries arose intermittently from the caravan.

The Crossbowmen, comprised of ordinary guards and Coachmen, stood no chance against the ferocious Goblin Wolf Cavalry; the Zuo Lang soon dragged them out from beneath the wagons by force.

Some had their throats cut by the Goblins, others had their necks twisted by the Zuo Lang.

It was more coincidental that the rocks which had been harassing the caravan earlier vanished completely.

Only a few corpses and the previous dozens of rocks remained as proof of their existence.

The human merchant felt an urge to turn tail and run.

But in the open wilderness, he could not outrun the Zuo Lang, especially when a black hand behind the scenes had not yet shown itself.

He could only cautiously follow behind his four Heavily Armored Guards, placing his last hope of survival on them.

They were expensive mercenaries hired from the Red Crow Mercenary Brigade, each with at least five Professional Levels.

"Fireball Technique!"

The four Heavily Armored Guards had just approached the caravan when they were repelled even faster, the leader throwing himself on top of the human merchant, pinning him to the ground.

Boom!

An intense boom and towering flames arrived simultaneously.

The Fireball Technique detonated close by, and the explosion was so loud that the human merchant’s ears nearly went deaf.

Even shielded by the Heavily Armored Guard above him, he could still clearly feel the scorching heat of the fiery wave.

If those who managed to dodge effectively felt this way,

The unsuspecting Goblin Wolf Riders and Crossbowmen suffered even worse, many were flipped onto the ground.

Those who survived, just recovering from the shock of the firestorm, struggled to their feet.

Another Fireball Technique fell from the sky, landing in the densest crowd, harvesting anew.

At this moment,

Both Goblins and humans had noticed the anomaly above their heads.