They became the cream filling of a sandwich cookie.
On one side was the Blackwell Tribe, whose main forces had yet to reveal themselves, hidden in obscurity.
On the other side was the enigmatic Goblin Army, led by the Hobgoblin.
For a moment, the atmosphere on the field was extremely heavy.
Only the goblins on the battlefield continued to turn and wail.
Undoubtedly, the Blood Claw Tribe had also come for the Blackwell Tribe.
If the Goblin Army from the Spirit Crystal Mine had arrived a few hours later, the Blood Claw Tribe's forces would have been the ones to spring the trap for them.
This turn of events, even Gaven hadn't anticipated.
Gaven had left a considerable number of sentinels in the direction of the Blood Claw Tribe, and Erde's half-squad conducted irregular patrols on occasion.
From the direction in which the Blood Claw Tribe's army appeared, it seemed they had taken a large detour to get there.
