Latoril looked at his clansmen who were packing their things, then at the spatial Rift not far away, where his clansmen were constantly walking in.
As he thought about what had happened in the past two days, he felt like he was in a dream. They followed Zhao Hai into the realm and saw how the gnomes lived. They also saw the space Zhao Hai had prepared for them. Everything went smoothly after that. No one objected to entering the realm.
They had seen what the goblins were like before. In the past, they didn't think that the goblins were human, but an intelligent race. They were more like a group of walking corpses, a group of magical beasts without thoughts. They were thin, dirty, and ate anything. Their only purpose in life seemed to be to survive. As long as they could survive, they would do anything.
