"Hiss... Gak..."
A scrawny goblin riddled with pockmarks and holes struggled as it collapsed to the ground, howling weakly.
As one of the second wave of goblin cannon fodder to charge at that human intruder, it had already been lying here for several minutes.
The good news was that, thanks to a slightly slower reaction time than the other goblins and lagging a few steps behind during the attack, it had not been shredded into unrecognizable scraps of flesh by the raging, razor-sharp gale like its comrades, merely grazed by a few stray bursts of force. But the bad news was that, even though the gale that swept it in was the gradually weakening residual aftermath left behind after that illusory black wolf had moved away, it had still dealt a fatal blow to such a fragile and thin body.
Both calves were completely snapped, one twisted with exposed bone shards, while the other was severed entirely from the knee down; the chest and abdomen were sliced open diagonally, revealing the bloody entrails within.
Countless fine wounds, deep and shallow, covered its entire body, bleeding incessantly.
Clearly, this lucky yet unfortunate goblin had already entered the countdown to its life.
Fanny withdrew her gaze from the green-skinned goblin on the ground ahead, which could no longer escape a doomed fate.
Fugan's expression remained as ever, without much emotional fluctuation, like the stubborn ice of a plateau.
Yet those frost-blue eyes, gleaming with icy light from deep within the shadows cast by his towering brow bones, flickered with an indescribable, complex brilliance. His gaze swept across the battlefield ahead.
The goblin camp, originally surrounded by crude fences and constructed of makeshift tents and crooked wooden houses, had now been turned into a chaotic ruin. It was as if some massive storm