The Goblin Apostle roared, his voice echoing through the fortress, as he clashed with the red-skinned Goblin Champion. It felt like a battle between titans—each swing of their massive limbs sending shockwaves through the fortress, their power on display for every goblin to see. The other goblins watched in awe, their eyes wide, their voices caught somewhere between cheers and nervous murmurs.
Mikhailis, hidden in the shadows, smirked.
Let them beat each other to a pulp. That's just perfect for me.
He gestured to the Goblin Champion under his control, whispering to the hypnotized creature.
"Alright, big guy, let's get moving. We've got work to do." The hypnotized champion gave a slow, vacant nod, his eyes glassy, and followed Mikhailis through the narrow stone corridors of the fortress.
