"Bang."
The body with its skull smashed in, carried forward by its own momentum, crashed face-first to the ground like a sandbag.
Air squeezed through the whistle opening, and the wail like a crying infant gradually faded away.
The cold, pale bone club, its surface stained with red and white slurry, still had force to spare after cracking the skull open and drove straight into the meadow.
The powerful force traveling through the shaft made the bone club continue to tremble faintly.
"Thump, thump, thump."
Ripples spread across the blood. Heavy, muffled footsteps gradually became clear.
A burly, massive shadow covered Scarface's corpse.
A thick, fur-covered hand gripped the bone club tightly. With only a little force, the shaft that had sunk deep into the ground was easily pulled free as blood-brown flecks of mud splattered down.
This was an adult bear goblin, clearly several sizes larger than others of its kind.
Thick bones supported the solid muscle wrapped in heavy fat. Its body was powerful without seeming bloated, and its tough, hairy skin could even withstand some damage from iron weapons;
Its murky reddish-brown eyes gleamed with ferocity. Its nostrils flared with each breath, spraying out scorching air. A pair of sharp tusks jutted up from its lower lip, viscous drool slowly dripping down, and a crude necklace hung around its neck.
But the most eye-catching thing was the few spear-like tufts of crimson mane on its back.
"A bear goblin?"
Xia Nan stood at the distant village entrance, surprise rising in his heart.
In his impression, ordinary goblin tribes might leave Thin Mist Forest to forage because of extreme hunger, or because they had been drawn by passing caravans nearby.
But if there was a leader like a bear goblin present, the entire tribe's combat strength would soar