"What's the plan, my lord?" Henry muttered while keeping his eyes on the goblin chieftain.
"Plan? There's no plan. Just fight with all you have! It will consume its mana soon. We just need to hold on until then." Alaric responded, his voice carrying a trace of uncertainty.
Suddenly, the goblin chieftain grew impatient and lunged at them, brandishing its giant spiked club.
The three Knights immediately jumped backward, evading the heavy blow.
Bang!
A pit that was over a meter deep was created after that devastating strike.
Shocked by its formidable power, they felt extremely unsettled.
Can we all survive after it exhausts its mana?
Arthur frowned as he unconsciously tightened the grip on his sword.
If he was alone, he would have retreated without hesitation. However, he was no longer a mercenary, but a Knight serving under his lord.
