Muscular Rabbits Legion: 'No one can escape from the novice village!'

Chapter 70: Chapter 70: A Group of Even More Ruthless Ones [Please Follow]

“Over there!”

Someone shouted.

The Thousand-Handed Butcher turned to look, only to see the Goblin Great Swordsman had run into the midst of the goblin army, his head covered in blood, obviously wounded by the Thousand-Handed Butcher’s strike!

That’s the player, Attributes may not be as good as the Big Boss, but with equipment support, they can completely break through the Big Boss’s Defense.

At this moment, the Goblin Great Swordsman felt the pressure and threat from the players, but even more so, rage. His eyes turned blood red as he stared at the blood on his hands, then pointed forward and bellowed, “Kill them for me!”

“Kill!” The goblin army moved, sixty thousand little goblins howling, some holding sticks, some wielding rusty iron swords, some carrying broken Longbows, launching an attack on the players.

Although the combat power of a single little goblin wasn’t strong, and any player in the Slaughterhouse could easily deal with seven or eight of them, faced with sixty thousand of them, the eight hundred players in the Slaughterhouse also changed their expressions.

“Big brother, what do we do?” someone asked the Thousand-Handed Butcher.

The Thousand-Handed Butcher smirked and spoke in a low voice, “The Intelligence of these little monsters is obviously not high; the tricky one is the Big Boss. As long as we take out the Big Boss, these little ones will naturally scatter.

“With slightly better equipment, I would lead you to break through them and take down that Big Boss!

But not now, we can’t hold out, retreat, retreat!”

Then the Thousand-Handed Butcher suddenly raised his head, his face full of towering Battle Intent, and roared, “Brothers, to catch the thieves, first catch the king, follow me to kill the Big Boss!”

Upon hearing this, the people of the Slaughterhouse let out a collective roar, “Kill!”

Then the people of the Slaughterhouse turned and ran!

They were so fast that, by the time they had disappeared from view, those who were originally spectating the eight hundred from the Slaughterhouse in fierce battle with the Big Boss, even hoping to see the scene of the eight hundred butchers from the Slaughterhouse cutting through the army to take the Big Boss’s head, were astonished.

One moment those guys were full of Battle Intent, like valiant heroes heading towards their glorious demise, the next moment they turned tail and fled.

By the time they realized what was happening, all they could see were the green-skinned monsters, sixty thousand little goblins swooping in. Some of the slower players were instantly tackled to the ground by a group of goblins, then beaten to death with clubs.

Those who reacted a bit quicker managed to kill only two or three little goblins with their weapons before being engulfed by the green tide.

The fastest ones had already run a distance away, cursing the people of the Slaughterhouse in their mouths as too damned beastly. Wasn’t it obvious they were planning to Escape, using these onlookers as a shield? Too thievish, too ruthless, it was as if they didn’t fear incurring everyone’s wrath, offending everyone!

When they caught sight of the backs of the Slaughterhouse’s people, they felt silent. @@novelbin@@

They saw that in the retreat of the Slaughterhouse’s people, no one bothered to protect the slow-running Mages and Shield Warriors; those Thieves and Swordsmen, each ran faster than the last…

This was the Slaughterhouse’s way of fighting. As long as there was a glimmer of hope for victory, they would fight desperately. Since there was no chance of winning and it was time to escape, it was every man for himself!

Seeing that the Slaughterhouse’s people had even abandoned their own as meat shields, the players actually felt a bit more psychologically balanced.

But soon they realized, although these little goblins were not much in terms of combat power, their speed running through the jungle was actually a bit faster than theirs!

Only then did they remember that the little goblins’ Attribute seemed to be Agility, plus they were naturally suited for running in the woods. As players trying this kind of game for the first time, where had they ever run through a forest? Fearing to step into empty space, having to dodge trees, branches, and such, they couldn’t run fast at all!

As a result, the players actually couldn’t outrun these little goblins!

“Fight them!” After realizing they couldn’t escape, some players turned around and roared, ready to fight to the death with the goblins.

The crowd, upon hearing the noise, turned to look and saw the players swinging their Great Swords, casting Fireballs, and shooting two rounds of arrows, only to be overwhelmed by the goblin army that charged right up to them. Then, with a brutal beating of big sticks, they lay on the ground with their heads broken and bleeding.

Some were even ruthlessly trampled to death by the goblins.

Seeing this, the Thousand-Handed Butcher couldn’t help but curse, “They really hit damn hard!”

In that moment, the Thousand-Handed Butcher finally realized the difference between All Heavens Game and the games he had played before—here, they could come up with various ways to kill monsters, and likewise, the monsters could devise numerous ways to kill them!

At the same time, the face of the Thousand-Handed Butcher grew even grimmer, “No, this won’t do. If we keep going like this, we’ll eventually be caught. We must find a way!”

“We need more cannon fodder!” someone voiced their idea.

The crowd agreed wholeheartedly, but most of the onlookers were already dead. Where would they find more cannon fodder?

Just then, they saw a group of players ahead.

These players, upon hearing the horn, had not followed. They were all small groups that knew they weren’t strong enough. Even if it was a hidden quest, they couldn’t fight it and had given up.

They sauntered around the edge of the forest, and when several teams bumped into each other with nothing better to do, they gathered and started to chat—never ever expecting that, instead of goblins, they waited up for a bunch of players running for their lives.

“What’s happening?”

“Why are they running like that with such good Equipment? It’s like they are escaping for their lives?”

“I don’t know…”

Upon seeing these players, the eyes of the Thousand-Handed Butcher and his group lit up, “It’s them!”

A bunch of players from the Slaughterhouse charged straight at those whom they saw as cannon fodder.

They were about to break out of the forest, and as long as these players helped them delay for a bit, they could break through! Goblins couldn’t leave the forest, so once they ran out, they would survive!

Just as they were filled with excitement…

The ground shook.

The shaking grew more and more intense, and at the same time, a terrifying presence pressed in from behind them…

Not only did they feel the pressure, but the Thousand-Handed Butcher and the Slaughterhouse players also felt it, and their steps involuntarily slowed.

Even the more distant players and the goblins felt it, slowing down their pursuit and eventually coming to a complete stop.

“What’s going on?” The players from the Independent Groups were also completely bewildered.

The next moment, the ground shook even more violently, followed by the snapping of the bushes beside them, as a group of big rabbits leaped down from the treetops. In midair, one big rabbit, holding a Big Stick, crashed down hard!

Bam!

A female player was directly smashed into a pulp.

“Run…” Another player was startled and instinctively took off running, only for a large tree to smack straight into his face. He felt a severe pain and then knew nothing.

The remaining players then saw a herd of white behemoths charging out of the forest, either being hit with a stick or whipped by a tail, followed by a stampede of huge feet.