After waiting all these days, it was time to see what had become of the goblins, War Lizardfolk, and kobolds after the trouble he had caused.
He led the skeletons in a grand procession toward the goblin tribe. Once they drew close, he hid the skeletons and went ahead alone to scout.
The battle that day had originally been between the War Lizardfolk and the kobolds. It had been completely one-sided—the War Lizardfolk had smashed through the kobolds' guards like bamboo splitting before a blade.
Just as the War Lizardfolk were preparing to enjoy the fruits of victory, the goblins stabbed them in the back.
A vast goblin army had charged out from behind the War Lizardfolk. Ordinary goblins were weak fighters, but the hobgoblin warriors were quite formidable.
Moreover, the hobgoblin warriors were an organized and disciplined force. They excelled at coordinated teamwork, and compared to the War Lizardfolk, who liked to fight alone, their combat strength was undoubtedly greater.
Seeing reinforcements arrive, the kobolds also charged out of the mine tunnels. Caught in a pincer attack, even the capable War Lizardfolk suffered a crushing defeat.
Of their seventeen Black Iron warriors, five had died. More than sixty of their over two hundred adult War Lizardfolk had been killed.
When the goblin main force returned to the tribe in triumph and saw smoke rising everywhere, they realized something was wrong.
They had just won a battle, only to find their home raided. Even the tribe's shaman had died.
This was a devastating blow. The goblin tribe had always relied on the shaman's medicines and totems to keep harvesting the War Lizardfolk and kobolds.
Now not only had the tribe's strength been damaged, but their shaman was dead, and the resources the shaman had accumulated over so many years had