Although the goblins were ganging up on one person in groups of three or five, which was rather shameless.
As long as they could win, though, shameless was shameless. Nalant did not care.
"Hmph, you're merely relying on underhanded tactics and those inscribed weapons. If you faced them head-on, a single charge would slaughter every one of your goblins!"
Duke Bick could no longer keep a straight face.
He was a dignified duke. He had originally mocked Nalant for deploying goblins, yet now those goblins had become the dark horse.
What shocked him even more was Nalant's extravagance—he had actually equipped more than a thousand goblins with inscribed weapons.
Even some small duchies probably would not be as generous as this backwater little noble.
"Hehe, I don't need them to face the cavalry head-on. I only need them to swiftly deal with the cavalry once they lose their mobility!"
Nalant smiled faintly.
Duke Bick's heart suddenly skipped a beat, and an ominous premonition rose within him.
Sure enough, in the next moment, the goblins on the flanks, having lost their enemies, all rushed toward the frontal battlefield.
"Goblin warriors, for the noble Lord Nalant, kill! Kill every enemy! Once we return, we'll feast on fine food and drink!"
"Kill! Ook, Ook! Fine food and drink!"
The goblins waved their mining picks and surged toward the frontal battlefield in a great clamoring wave.
Then, the goblins burrowed beneath the mounts of Raymond, Quick, and the others, arriving beneath the Bach Allied Army knights.
Once they reached the cavalrymen of the Bach Allied Army, the goblins began their familiar belly-ripping tactics.
Warhorses shrieked miserably, followed by curses of "Bastards!" and "Shameless!" and the like.
But such curses were like playing music to a cow for the goblins.
The goblins had no sense