"Charge!"
Lin Baici led the way, torch in his left hand and a bronze sword in his right, slashing through a storm of blood and gore.
The Bartender made a beeline for the young goblins.
"Not one of you is getting away."
The Bartender began a massacre.
It was an overwhelming victory; even the old man got into the spirit, feeling that getting into such a fight occasionally wasn't so bad, quite a stress reliever actually.
But just when everyone thought the situation was under control, a dozen torches were thrown in, burning and emitting a black smoke.
"Damn, reinforcements!"
The old man shouted, "Run!"
He ran like a rabbit chased by hunting dogs toward another tunnel entrance.
The side that threw the torches indicated the presence of goblins, no going that way.
The old man charged in but didn't run far before stopping again.
Because in the tunnel opposite, there hid a large group of adult goblins, so many they were packed tight.
