"Anselm! Take care of the wrinkled one, the one with the staff!" I yell out at my companion, not bothering to check on the state of his well being, not with this giant in front of me.
He groans in response and my undead screech under Shaco's command, launching themselves at the closest living goblin. Leaving that battle to them, I face the beast of a goblin before me.
'Is this even a goblin?'
It's skin is green, albeit a pale green. It's larger than any other goblin I've seen, even the one that Anselm possessed so long ago in the cave. As it grunts out at me I shake my head.
'It doesn't matter, it needs to die anyway.'
Yes, die or become a servant. Although, to use [Undead Servant] on a creature with this much potential would be a terrible waste. If only I could use my rituals, it would make an excellent [Witherling].
