The goblins were now in disarray, and most of them were in fear. Only a small number of them reluctantly gathered together at the call of their leaders. They found that the Headhunters were safer, and they all moved closer to the gathered Headhunters.
Panok didn't refuse them from coming. The more strength they had, the more chances they had to survive. These goblins would be just the right cannon fodder for their surprise attack!
After gathering all the men he could, Panok stopped waiting and pointed at the spot he had already chosen. He shouted to the goblin leader beside him, "Charge over there! There are fewer undead over there! Charge! We'll cover your retreat!"
The frightened and panicked goblin leader now regarded Panok as his life-saving straw. Seeing that Panok had pointed out a way for him to survive and even took the initiative to cover his retreat, he didn't think much about it. He gritted his teeth and rushed forward with his men, completely unaware that Panok had a ferocious look on his face behind him.
In the direction he pointed out, there were indeed fewer undead than in other places, but it was not easy to break out. If it were that easy, how could he give the opportunity to the goblins? The so-called rearguard action was just to let the goblins rush forward to fight, entangle the undead, and create more opportunities for them.
The short goblins jumped and screamed strangely as they faced the skeleton undead head-on. It turned out to be quite useful. These guys were not easy to deal with when they got angry. After all, they were more flexible than the undead. They jumped up and down and attacked from nowhere. Since they already knew the weaknesses of the undead, they really killed quite a few of them.
Seeing this, Panok was overjoyed. Holding the bone club, he rushed forward behind the goblin, shouting, "Charge!"
The sound of the horn rang out again, but this time it was no longer a signal to gather, but a signal to charge!
The headhunters saw what their leader meant and understood what he meant. They only attacked the undead that might surround them from behind, but no one rushed in front of the goblins. They let the goblins commit suicide, and left the task of escaping to themselves.
The configuration of 10,000 skeleton undead was still a little insufficient, and they were unable to withstand the goblins' desperate breakout, allowing them to be killed, but they also left behind a lot of corpses.
The goblins who escaped from the ascension ran wildly all the way, and the headhunters who were originally following them accelerated after leaving the encirclement, overtook the goblins, and ran forward at an even faster speed, which made the goblin leader dumbfounded.
What's going on?
Didn’t we agree that you would be the rear guard?
How come we are the ones left behind just after we escaped the encirclement?
Fortunately, the undead were not fast enough to catch up with them. Except for some who were shot to death by arrows, most of the goblins following the leader managed to escape and left, closely following the headhunters.
The undead chased for a few steps before returning to the camp. Instead of chasing the escaped enemies, it would be better to clean up the goblins still running around in the camp.
After running for nearly an hour, even Panok was out of breath. He finally stopped and turned around to look. There were no pursuers behind him, only a few goblins following him.
"Stop! Let's rest for a while. How many of us are left?" Panok asked while panting, leaning on a bone stick.
Someone went to count the tribesmen who had followed them, and came back with a very unhappy expression to reply to Panok, "Chief, there are only about 500 of us left."
"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! Where did those undead come from? Why didn't the people on guard report it? We just let them kill our way into the camp!" Panok's eyes were full of murderous intent. Nearly half of his soldiers were gone before anything happened, which made him furious.
The tribesman who reported back lowered his head and did not respond.
Panok stared at the tribesman, grabbed his neck, pulled him in front of him, and asked fiercely, "Why don't you answer me? I'm asking you a question!"
"Chief, chief, we haven't arranged any guards..." The tribesman was pinched so hard that he couldn't breathe. He struggled and said with a red face.
"What?! We are setting up camp to rest, how come there is no one on guard!" Panok let go of his tribesman and looked at him in disbelief.
"It was you who said that the undead would not appear at this time, so you didn't arrange anyone to be on guard." The tribesman covered his neck and coughed twice before responding with an uncomfortable expression.
Panok's eyes were slightly red, and he was breathing heavily. Suddenly, he screamed like a madman, swung the bone stick in his hand wildly, venting his impotent rage for a while before he calmed down a little.
He never thought that the reason why he was successfully attacked by the undead was actually because of his carelessness.
If it was someone else's fault, even if it was someone from his own tribe, he would pull out that person's tendons and dig out his bones, but the problem was that he was the one who was wrong, so what could he do? He could only forgive him.
He grabbed the water bag at his waist, tilted his head back and gulped down a few mouthfuls. He looked at his tribe again and said, "Let's go and see how many goblins are left."
At this time, the goblins are a force that cannot be underestimated, and they must unite together.
The tribe members hurriedly ran towards the direction of the goblin leader. At this time, goblins were still coming over one after another. These guys were not as strong as the headhunters. After running for an hour, many goblins fell behind.
After waiting for a while, the tribe members replied that more than 2,000 goblins had escaped, which was even worse than that of the Headhunters, with greater losses.
The goblin leaders also came over, and the leading one was filled with anger. "Panok, you have to give us an explanation. Didn't you say you were the last one to leave..."
Before he could finish his words, a bone club fell from the sky and smashed his head open. The headless body fell to the ground with a thud, and red and white liquid flowed out. The goblin leaders behind him were so scared that they retreated and looked at Panok with horror.
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