Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God-Chapter 109 - 93: Who Approves? Who Disagrees?_3

There was another hundred meters to go.

The Gnolls on top of the city seemed to be frightened into stupidity, with no reaction whatsoever.

Fifty meters.

Not a single stone from the common Gnoll slinging was seen, and many Goblins at the front had already started swinging their slings.

Thirty meters.

Just one second before the Goblins’ slings were about to be deployed, the one at the very front suddenly disappeared from sight.

Only the sounds of thuds and agonizing screams could be heard from below.

Those following closely behind, realizing something was wrong and attempting to stop, were too late and also fell into the pits.

The lucky ones landed on open ground, while the unlucky ones were impaled on the wooden spikes angled towards the sky, dying on the spot.

"Stop, stop, there are pits here, lots of pits..."

"Don’t charge forward anymore, don’t charge anymore, there are traps ahead..."

In front of Blackwell Tribe’s stone wall, there was suddenly a large number of pits, not Magic Traps, but ordinary dug pits—without Magic Disguise, the first Goblin that stepped on them disrupted the camouflage of the loose soil on these pits.

But the problem was, they were in the midst of a dense collective charge, not quite shoulder to shoulder, Goblin squeezing Goblin, but it was nearly the same.

Especially since the opposing dirt and stone wall was within arm’s reach, these little fools ran even faster, fearing that if they ran slower, they’d miss out on the benefits.

Even those who tried to brake urgently were pushed into the pits by others who couldn’t brake in time.

The death of a comrade, or the death of oneself.

This multiple-choice question.

For most Goblins, there wasn’t a second answer.

No sooner had they ousted their comrades in front than there followed a huge group behind them.

After pushing other Goblins forward with their front feet, they were pushed into the pits by other Goblins with their back feet.

Like dumplings dropping into a pot, pitter-patter, five or six rows of Goblins went in and the bottom of the whole pit could no longer be seen, filled with Goblin corpses and half-dead Goblins.

The entire Goblin Army’s offensive had ground to a halt.

"Ao... Charge... Everyone charge, don’t stop, don’t stop," the Dog Demon stationed at the very back didn’t care about these things and gave a wolf howl.

The surrounding wolves gathered together, ferociously biting at the Goblins who had slowed down.

The Goblins behind had no idea what had happened in front, they only knew that there was a wolf pack waiting to gnaw on them if they didn’t want to die, they had to dash forward desperately.

"We can’t be reckless, this is too chaotic, we haven’t even reached the dirt and stone wall yet, our tribe members are already suffering..." A rational Goblin Chief shouted out loud, jumping up and down trying to stop them.

But his words were not finished before he was swallowed by the Dog Demon that appeared behind him, who while eating, roared menacingly: "I am the Leader, you can only follow my orders, anyone who dares to talk back, I’ll eat them first."

Andrew displayed his tyrant’s face without reservation, and the Goblins had no time to think; even if they had doubts, they could only keep them to themselves.

The Goblin Army, which hadn’t completely stopped, started moving again, but this time, it wasn’t the front moving first, but the back, pushing the Goblins in front to start moving.

The ones in front yelled as they desperately tried to move back.

However, the problem was, there were fewer Goblins in front who saw the pit, and many more in the back unaware of the situation, creating a disproportionate distribution of strength.

More deadly was the Blackwell Tribe’s counterattack that arrived.

With a command, countless pebbles were launched from behind the dirt and stone wall.

As the defenders, the Blackwell Tribe’s terrain was slightly higher, so their slings could throw farther, just able to hit targets within ten meters of the pits.

Obviously, all this was well planned and precisely measured.

Even though they were carefully polished with sharp edges, these stones were unlikely to be fatal, even if they hit a Goblin.

But they were enough to make them cry out in pain, diminishing the strength they used to resist the push from behind a lot; many of them, while still crying out, fell into the pits.

There were also particularly clever Goblins who, seeing they were about to go down, simply pushed their companions next to them down to free up space for themselves.

The entire scene was like dumplings falling into a pot, and only after one of the pits was filled with living Goblins and corpses, forming a barrier that diverted the flow, did the situation slightly improve.

But the problem was, they hadn’t run ten meters when the Goblins at the front stood in place, unable to move their feet.

They had fallen into another trap.

A glue trap.