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This was a ruin buried by vines and wild grass.
A few Goblins gathered around a bonfire, roasting a plump mountain hare.
Suddenly, a shadow enveloped them…
Before the Goblins could react, a thick hand lifted the leader, who was roasting the hare, like picking up a chicken.
The remaining Goblins turned around, terrified out of their wits, and hurriedly knelt down, shivering…
Before them stood a group of fearsome Half-Beasts, with Black Stone, a Black Iron Upper Peak, leading them.
Black Stone looked at the trembling Goblin he had lifted, a trace of disgust flashing in his eyes.
He casually threw it to the ground and said:
"Where is your leader?"
The Goblin fell to the ground, not angry.
It quickly scrambled up, and while offering a sycophantic smile to Black Stone, pointed in a direction while making vague gestures.
Watching the Goblin's ludicrous expressions, Black Stone snorted coldly and casually bit off a piece of the rabbit meat from the bonfire.
