The army of goblins slowly marched forwards, there has been substantial losses, especially with the death of their second general, but they were remiss about going back empty handed.
Besides they didn't have that much of a loss and still had roughly 1800 soldiers, more than enough to put pressure on the Bone King and his territory. However, he was still a dangerous opponent, and because they weren't too sure about the plans he had, they decided to march all night.
A small goblin peeled off from his formation, his bladder full to the point of bursting so he quickly went for a tree that was a little way away from the army. As he relived himself, he couldn't help but to start groaning in pleasure, he's not had a chance to relieve himself in 10 hours, this chance was not something he was willing to let go, and even more so he was going to enjoy it as best as he could. Or at least that was what he planned to do, until there was the sound of branches being broken behind.
