If it were daytime, they wouldn't care so much about the skeletal beasts, but now it was a night without even moonlight.
"Retreat! Retreat back to the camp!" Seeing that the situation was becoming increasingly unfavorable, the commander of the Headhunters immediately gave the order, and the Headhunters were the first to retreat towards the camp.
There are torches and bonfires in the camp, which makes it brighter. Fighting in the camp is obviously more advantageous than fighting outside the camp.
After the Headhunters retreated, the Lizardmen immediately followed, but the Goblin Commander was a little hesitant.
Momone and the Headhunter Commander didn't understand the goblins, but as the goblin commander, he knew his own people too well. As long as the flesh wall was still there, they could still fight. But once they decided to retreat to the camp, the flesh wall would be gone. Not to mention whether they could stop those skeleton beasts, given the goblins' strength, they would most likely be defeated.
It is simply unrealistic to ask the goblins to maintain a meat wall and retreat slowly. They do not have that high level of discipline and can only be led with general orders.
The problem is that they have to retreat now. The Headhunters and Lizardmen have retreated. If the goblins still block the other side, then all the undead firepower will fall on the goblins. The goblin commander dare not even imagine how great the losses will be.
Forget it. Retreat was not his idea, but the idea of the Headhunter commander. Let's retreat. If the damage is too great, let the Headhunter commander talk to the leaders of the army. It's not his fault anyway.
The goblin commander had already thought of an excuse to exonerate himself. While retreating, he ordered the other goblins to retreat back to the camp.
When the order came, the goblins in the rear who had not come into contact with the undead turned around and ran without thinking. Their speed was so fast that more and more goblins collapsed towards the camp and the flesh wall dissipated.
The Violent Tusked Pig was covered in flames and was about to give chase, but the Dark Skeletons ordered it to stop and prepare for a second charge. The Undead didn't care about those crazy goblins because they were not their own people anyway.
The crazy goblin howled and chased his companions towards the camp.
"Don't let those crazy goblins come over, kill them!" The commander of the Headhunters shouted immediately when he saw the crazy goblins about to enter the camp.
What a joke! If these guys come in, it will definitely cause chaos, and that will create an opportunity for the undead to launch a sneak attack.
Before the undead catch up, deal with these disturbing factors first, and then gather strength to deal with the undead.
The headhunters and lizardmen drew their bows and shot arrows, threw spears, and killed all the crazy goblins chasing from behind outside the camp.
"Where are the undead?" Momonet looked outside the camp. There were lights in the distance, which should be those undead beasts.
However, those guys didn't come over, but instead retreated a distance.
The Headhunters were on guard around them, punching and kicking the goblins, ordering them to stand in front, regardless of whether they could still organize a flesh wall, at least to block the undead.
Goblins die, but their death must be meaningful, at least giving them some opportunities to attack.
The goblins performed quite well just now, blocking the opponent's charge. Although they went crazy for unknown reasons at the end, it was not a big problem.
"The enemy's charge is coming! Prepare for battle!"
Momone guessed the plan of the violent skeleton giant porpoise, shouted loudly, organized people, and prepared to deal with the second wave of giant porpoises' charge.
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