Silence hung heavy in the air, and most of the goblins who were waiting to see a good show now felt a chill in their entire body.
No matter how arrogant the Goblin Chief might be, even he could see that the Umy before him was not something a few noobs could deal with. Sending these hapless goblins to foe, who seemingly felt no pain and fought with emotionless efficiencies like elven or dwarven magical puppets, was no different from reducing his own tribe population by himself
"Where is Mofo?"The Goblin Chief demanded, barely containing his anger as he watched Ash taking the fifth goblin's life while he was lost in his thinking.
"He should be at home, eating dinner, Chief," Replied a random goblin, as tall as a human adult with a well-defined six-pack abs. His brow was furrowed in concern.
