He emerged from the dense jungle, sunlight striking his face, dazzling and harsh.
"This is the Goblin Camp. The Secret Realm Gate is inside, too."
Although this camp was larger, and its monsters were elites beyond imagination, each spearman was actually standing guard beneath the blazing sun, displaying admirable professionalism. But...
Just like the previous camp, this place was filled with flowing sewage and blood. Everywhere reeked of gore and cruelty that even 18+ content warnings could hardly describe.
Mu Yuan narrowed his eyes and studied the Goblins in the distance. They were already on full alert, yet still had not charged out of the camp.
Bad news: There were far too many Goblins in the camp—roughly two or three hundred.
Good news: Not all of those two or three hundred Goblins were as elite as the ones that had ambushed him that day.
If all these Goblins were elites, Mu Yuan would... er, actually, it seemed he could still fight them?
He was different now.
Although he had brought only fifty troops on this trip, they were even more elite than elites, and more than half of them were Rare Troop Types.
The advantage was ours. How could we lose?
"Ahem. Of course, there might be Professional Grade enemies inside the Goblin Camp. Deathbone has never fought such a powerful enemy before, but even if it can't win..."
He still had the Djinn Crystal Lamp as a fallback.
No need to panic. He would just charge in.
"Today's battle probably won't allow for an ambush or any exquisite tactics."
Mu Yuan stroked his chin. The entire Goblin Camp was as secure as an iron fortress, and it seemed they could only chew through it by force.
Then they would fight by force. His own army wasn't incapable of hard