Rino smirked to himself. The bog boss could not keep running and hiding forever. In a war of attrition, he would not lose. Even if this necromancer had been borrowing the power of the magic cypress tree to grow his zombie army, they were no match for his infinitely regenerating shadow army. Besides, these hobgoblins were only a small part of his army. He still had another half of the goblin army in the village, preparing to go to war if the swamp master attacked his base.
Fighting a necromancer was like smoking ants from a nest. He had no idea how many zombies his hobgoblins destroyed, but with Mutt running for reinforcements and fiercely guarding the teleportation pad, it should not be long for this old fart to come out of seclusion. They would not come out of hiding willingly until their homes were on fire or flooded beyond saving.
