Chapter 52: Cannibalism In Disguise
The night passed in the blink of an eye. It was a new day. The goblins barely had any sleep, yet they were now back at fixing the thorn-filled walls.
They wore thick blades of grasses that were at least twice as thick as their fingers and carefully pushed the wall back inside the ground.
It was a tough task, but the experienced did it without much headache.
Another group of goblins was busy taking care of the roofs of the huts. They were somewhat broken due to the stance and struggle of many goblins that held crossbows.
One group found themselves burying the bodies of the dead and cleaning the blood splattered.
Finally, a group of goblins, specifically the elders, all sat on the ground and left the high positioned chair to Bozo, who sat cross-legged and leaned back on the chair.
