"Gaaahhh—!!!"
The Big-Nosed Goblin's heart-rending scream was like a stone cast into a stagnant pool, instantly shattering the forest's silence.
The scream pierced through the sparse trees and reached a patch of low shrubs outside the forest.
Another group of over a dozen goblins was crouching there, led by a goblin with a knife scar across his face who looked somewhat more seasoned.
They were idly chewing on some foul-smelling roots as they waited for their companions inside to scout out the situation.
When the scream reached them, Scarface Goblin jolted so hard he nearly swallowed the root in his mouth and choked to death.
He spat irritably, cursing as he rose to his feet, ready to teach that fool who had made such a fuss and exposed their position a lesson.
"Which idiot is screaming?! Do you want to draw—" His curses abruptly died in his throat.
A small green figure came tumbling and scrambling out of the woods—it was the goblin missing half an ear.
His face was twisted with terror, snot and tears smeared all over it. Using both hands and feet, he practically crawled out along the ground.
Scarface Goblin froze, fury rising in his chest, just as he was about to curse this disgraceful piece of trash.
Neighhh—!!!
A horrifying whinny carrying an echo of souls rang out from the forest like a cold funeral bell.
Then, a tall and dreadful shadow smashed through the sparse branches and appeared behind the fleeing Half-Eared Goblin.
It was a Bone Warhorse wreathed in ghostly blue soul-fire.
Seated upon its back was an Undead Knight clad in battered armor. The tip of the lance in his hand slowly dripped dark green blood as it mercilessly pierced straight through the earless goblin.
Then his hollow eye sockets locked onto