"Screech!!!"
A piercing and shrill wail echoed between the stone walls, filling the dimly lit cave with the stench of death.
When true fear and brutality descend, these green-skinned beasts, always driven by slaughter and desire, perform no better than domesticated livestock.
Like cockroaches at the bottom of a garbage bin, or rats in the sewer exposed to light.
There is no order; they collide, scuffle, and scatter chaotically within the nest.
And yet, none of them dared to approach the single exit leading to the surface on the side.
A headless, muscular corpse was gushing blood from its neck, forming an invisible barrier of flesh and blood, keeping these Green-skinned Goblins at bay.
This is the result of attempting to resist.
As Hunter John had speculated, within this Goblin Tribe, nesting near the village and numbering over fifty, there was an Elite subspecies far stronger than the others.
— A Bear Goblin with a Challenge Level of "1"!
