Goblin Boss Grak swept the tent flap aside and rushed out.
Behind him, the Old Shaman followed with his staff. Though he seemed to shuffle along, he moved with surprising speed.
The camp outside the tent was already in chaos. Thick black smoke mingled with dust and billowed into the air. The clearing was strewn with glaring pools of blood and the mangled corpses of goblins.
Had some unknown creature attacked the camp?
The deaths of so many of their kin sent panic spreading rapidly through the goblin ranks like a plague.
"Enemy attack! We're under attack!!" an Elite Goblin shouted hoarsely, trying to rally its panicked brethren.
But before Grak could assess the situation and issue orders,
a second terrifying explosion followed.
"BOOM!!!"
This time, the explosion had gone off closer to the heart of the camp.
It seemed to have come from somewhere the camp stored supplies and Incendiaries.
The flammable materials fueled the blast, and a huge fireball shot into the sky! A scorching wave of heat and a terrifying shockwave tossed the nearby tents aside like toys, tearing them apart. Ordinary goblins who couldn't dodge in time were flung away like rag dolls, while severed limbs and fragments of entrails flew everywhere.
Stones rained down from above, crushing many goblins to death under their weight.
A strong burnt stench spread through the camp.
"Waaah!!"
"Yarulu!"
The power of igniting Incendiaries in an enclosed space was truly horrifying.
A terrible disaster had descended upon the goblins without warning.
The two explosions had killed many goblins on the spot.
Some Elite Goblins had even perished.
"Everyone, stand still!"
Goblin Boss Grak roared. Beside him, the Old Shaman swung his staff, sending a wave of light over all the goblins.
Something miraculous happened.
The goblins who had survived and