The rolling stones that came tumbling down the hillside ranged from the size of millstones to that of fists.
The former were like meat grinders; anything in their path, be it a single Goblin or a pair, was reduced to an indiscernible mess of flesh and blood once crushed by these stones.
The latter acted as heavy stone projectiles, breaking whatever they struck. Those unfortunate enough to be hit in the head or chest were either killed on the spot or left gasping their last breaths with no chance to recover.
"Collapsing Beasts, this is the hunting ground of the Collapsing Beasts, damn it, those gnolls deliberately set us up." Blood Claw's face turned an ashen gray.
They had been so preoccupied with their excitement that they failed to realize they had stepped into the hunting grounds of the Collapsing Beasts.
