"Really?"
A look of delighted surprise appeared on Alton's face as he turned to him.
Carson replied with a serious expression, "You know me, Captain. I never joke around."
Especially not in a situation this dire.
Alton halted his planned retreat and turned back, glancing into the distance as he continued to cut down Goblins.
And just as Carson said, the Goblin Army gradually began to lose its earlier, orderly formation.
In fact, the very idea that low-intelligence creatures like Goblins could form such neat ranks was ridiculous. After all, even human armies needed long periods of practice and coordination to form proper battle lines.
It just went to show how exaggeratedly powerful the Goblin Caster's command over its kin was—it was almost like "Spiritual Control."
Ali's face also lit up with surprise. 'If the Goblins are falling into chaos, does that mean...'
Alton had thought of the same thing, a wry smile touching his lips.
