Goblins were swarming from every direction—not with the cautious, slow movements of the previous wave, but pouring out like a relentless, surging flood.
This time, it wasn't just weak goblins. Some were muscular, some tall and stealthy, and some had red skin—a mixed horde of different goblin races.
"Damn it... I should've seen this coming," Lucian hissed through his gritted teeth.
"The stench of three hundred rotting corpses….. it was bound to attract a horde of this strength.."
Beside him, Elira stood clad only in her skirt and black bra.
Without a single word needing to be spoken, Lucian stepped back.
Their spines pressed together. The warmth of her back against his was the only grounding sensation in the chaos. A perfect back-to-back stance, covering all blind spots.
Lucian scanned the entire army while activated his Villain's Gaze:
[Hobgoblin]
Combat Power: 150
Reward: 15 FP per kill
Rank: C
Abilities: Enhanced Strength
Weakness: legs
[Red Goblin]
