The town, like so many before it, was already occupied by the green-skinned creatures. The goblins had turned it into a fortress, complete with crude barricades and watchtowers. Smoke from their cooking fires rose into the sky, a defiant signal of their presence.
Captain Varkus's eyes narrowed as he surveyed the town. "It seems there's no respite from these pests, Captain Zelroth."
Zelroth's jaw clenched in frustration. "Indeed, Varkus. But this time, we'll crush them completely. No goblin shall escape."
With renewed determination, the demon forces prepared for another brutal battle. The goblins, aware of the approaching threat, beat their drums and sounded their war horns, ready to fight to the death.
