Huo Ling had achieved his goal and did not pursue the goblins.
Those goblins possessed nothing of value. Killing them would not even make back the mana he had spent.
His top priority now was securing the spoils. He did not know when the hobgoblins who had gone out as reinforcements would return.
If those hobgoblins came back, taking so much stuff away would become much more difficult.
Huo Ling first went to the shaman's residence. He did not enter himself, instead ordering the Skeleton Warriors to go in and carry out everything valuable.
A spellcaster's lair, especially a shaman's, would always have traps hidden in unexpected places.
All kinds of curses and voodoo traps were impossible to guard against. Even if they could not kill you, they would disgust you to death.
The battle had already been won. Getting ambushed by those traps now would be more trouble than it was worth.
Soon, under Huo Ling's mental command, the Skeleton Warriors went all out, carrying every valuable item out of the house.
Huo Ling had no time to take stock of them, so he stuffed everything into the space inside his bracelet.
He also gathered the herbs that would not fit inside, wrapped them in a huge beast hide, and carried them away.
The Skeleton Soldiers responsible for the frontal battle had suffered grievous losses. Of the fifty Skeleton Soldiers, only eleven remained, and all of them had suffered injuries of varying severity.
Three of the five Skeleton Warriors had also fallen.
Still, it had all been worth it. The battlefield was too chaotic for Huo Ling to clean up, so he could only take the valuable items with him.
On the goblin side, aside from the dead shaman Malo, two Black Iron-rank hobgoblin officers had also been killed.