Ragnuk And Calsius

“State your name, Goblin.”

Hearing the human talk so lightly of him fueled the goblin commander's wrath. He immediately saw why his men had suffered such a dismal defeat as he stormed into the frontlines.

The terrifying poison rain that seemed to turn any regular goblin into a crippled goblin was a terrifying sight. If it had been normal poison, it would not have been a problem because poison would take some time to take effect and the affected goblins might continue to advance during that period.

Death frightened no goblin.

However, he found this poison to be horrifying and distasteful.

The bodies of the four goblin leaders, whom he had personally chosen and raised for many years, lay at the war hog's feet.

The only reason the goblin commander could maintain his composure was that he was aware that these four commanders had met their demise at the hands of the enemy and not to foul play. The disparity in skill levels was clear, yet there was no foul play.

He turned to look at the gob