I am a wicked dragon, and you want me to fall into goodness?

Darkness finally began to descend.

Humans' visibility decreased, and the goblins, who loved hunting at night, squawked excitedly.

After the adventurers held out for a long time, a scream suddenly came from the left flank of the defense.

Kyle's cracked wooden shield finally gave way and was pried apart by three goblins using bone spears at the same time, leaving it without any defensive capabilities!

The black spear tip pierced his side in an instant. Kyle screamed, blood gushing from the corner of his mouth, and roared as he slammed the broken shield down on his opponent's head.

"Fuck you! Trying to rush over there? Step over my dead body first!"

"Kyle!" Lyle's shield suddenly swung sideways, attempting to block the enemies rushing in after him.

But he couldn't hold on alone; the edge of his shield was being cleaved by the stone axe, sending splinters flying. "Hold on! I'll help you!"

Before he could finish speaking, a goblin, taking advantage of his distraction, slid its bone spear across his ribs, drawing a trail of blood.

Captain Caleb, the middle-aged warrior, had just slain the goblin in front of him when he caught a glimpse of the gap on his left.

Just as he was about to turn around to provide support, two goblins with sharp claws suddenly pounced from his right. Their sharp nails ripped across his back, tearing his leather armor apart instantly, and blood soaked through his black cloth.

"Captain!" Dorn flashed forward, his dagger precisely piercing the back of a goblin's head.

The camp's defenses have collapsed.

Another goblin's bone spear pierced Dorn's shoulder blade, and he groaned, gritting his teeth, "Don't worry about me! Protect Linor and the others!"

He groaned and plunged the dagger into the other man's throat with his other hand, but lost his balance and fell heavily to the ground.

Just as Aria was about to bend down to pull him up, three goblins pounced on him and began tearing at him, dragging him off the edge of the group.

Her eyes reddened with anxiety: "Dorn! Hang in there! I'll save you right away!"

But as soon as she took a step, she was entangled by two goblins, and if she went any further, she would be surrounded.

The mage Marcus's fireball exploded, burning two goblins to charred remains, when he was suddenly struck in the back by the goblin priest's miasma.

He convulsed, his staff slipped from his hand, and the pale blue crystal shattered on the ground.

He tried to struggle to chant the Ice Spike spell.

But the depletion of his magic caused his vision to blur, and Caleb managed to say, "Captain... I... can't hold on any longer..."

Before he could finish speaking, he collapsed in the middle of the line, whether unconscious or already dead, it was unclear.

The middle-aged warrior, also known as Captain Caleb, roared as he charged back to the left, his broken sword sweeping across and killing two goblins that were besieging Marcus.

He stared at Marcus lying on the ground, his eyes bloodshot: "Marcus! You damned goblins! I'll kill you all!"

After the captain's broken sword pierced another goblin's chest, more goblins poured in through the gap. A burly goblin raised his stone axe and slammed it down on the captain's right shoulder.

The arm that was still struggling to wield the sword suddenly fell limply, and the broken sword clattered to the ground.

He staggered backward, his eyes still fierce, but he could no longer command the troops, and the troops came to a complete standstill.

All he could do was shout at Linor and Arya, "You...run! Every one of you who can escape is a winner!"

The goblin's roar grew increasingly frenzied.

Assassin Ronald attempted to sneak into the shadows to launch a surprise attack, but was struck by the goblin priest's curse, which slowed his movements and gave him an opening.

A goblin's stone axe came crashing down on him. He barely managed to dodge to the side, but was struck in the right leg and fell to his knees.

Despite the excruciating pain, he slashed the throat of a goblin with his dagger and shouted to Linor in the distance, "Linor! Live!"

The bone spear pierced his back, blood staining the soil beneath him, and his voice grew weaker.

The manner of their death was extremely gruesome.

At this point, only Linor and another female adventurer, Aria, remained in the party. Aria was the captain with injured arms, and Aria was a warrior carrying a shield.

Kyle, Lyle, Dorn, and Ronald are dead. Marcus lies on the ground, unsure whether he is unconscious or already dead.

Linor was already exhausted; she could no longer draw the bowstring, and the wound on her shoulder made her tremble all over.

She picked up the short sword from the ground, stared intently at the approaching goblins, and said to Arya:

"Aria, let's stand back to back. Even if we die, we can't let these monsters get away with this!"

Arya, supporting Linor, was deathly pale, yet she still raised her short staff, attempting to unleash a final burst of magic to heal the captain.

Garrett, the goblin leader, stood on a withered branch in the distance, his cloudy yellow eyes reflecting the chaotic and defeated human forces below.

His rough fingertips rubbed the tangled gray hair on his chin, and a low, unique, and oppressive chuckle came from his throat. He had long seen through the flaws of these two-legged beasts.

The guy holding the tattered wooden shield was trembling like a withered leaf in the autumn wind. Garrett had been watching him since the first wave of attack.

Sure enough, the left flank was the first to break down.

He slowly raised his claws and pointed in Kyle's direction. The three most cunning goblins immediately understood and, under the cover of night, slipped through the gaps in the shield, their bone spears piercing the human's side.

The most threatening player on the field was undoubtedly that middle-aged man, the core of the team.

In his eyes, he was nothing but a fool who thought he could turn the tide with a broken sword.

Once all his teammates are dead, he will be attacked from both sides, or he will be severely injured while trying to save his teammates.

He waved his claws, and the priest immediately understood, the miasma precisely coating the back of the fire-wielding human, eliminating his ally.

Garrett smacked his lips in satisfaction at the hunt's outcome; these humans were nothing more than breathing pieces of meat.

That assassin who tried to flank was quite interesting; he sliced ​​open the goblin's throat with his dagger very quickly.

Unfortunately, Garrett had already instructed the priests to keep an eye on him.

As the curse fell upon the man, Garrett clearly saw the moment his movements falter, followed immediately by the stone axe striking his right leg.

Hearing the humans call out the female archer's name, a greedy glint flashed in Garrett's yellow eyes.

He enjoys hearing the cries of humans before they die, especially the desperate cries of those calling out the names of their companions.

The number of humans below was dwindling, and the warrior with the shield was nearing his end; the shield was riddled with cracks, and the wound on his arm was so deep that bone was visible.

Garrett walked slowly toward the pile of human corpses, sniffing the bloody smell in the air.

Kyle's warm body was still twitching, Lyle's severed hand lay to one side, and Dorne's back was riddled with seven or eight bone spears, making him look like a hedgehog covered in thorns.

Once he confirmed that the other person was no longer breathing, he grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow and black sharp teeth.

This fresh flesh and blood was enough for the tribe's children to have a good meal, and the remaining bones could be ground into bone spears to make new weapons.

His gaze finally settled on the two women standing back to back.

The female elf's hand holding the short sword was still trembling, and the mage's healing ability had dimmed, emitting only a faint green light.

Garrett let out an excited growl as he took a step closer to the forbidden scene.

The females captured from the tribe had long lost their fertility, but these two females, with their smooth skin and vigorous blood, were perfect for hatching ovaries.

Garrett could imagine that soon, the shrill cries of the little ones would echo from the depths of the cave.

Those goblins with human blood flowing through their veins are more cunning and stronger than ordinary hunters.

He stopped three steps away from the two women, looking at the fear in their eyes as if admiring a beautiful prey.

Garrett slowly raised his claws, pointing them at Linor and Arya.

"Arrest him." The hoarse voice was filled with a ruthless determination.

Before the words were finished, a sharp gust of wind suddenly cleaved through the night.

Garrett's neck stiffened abruptly, and in his cloudy yellow eyes, he no longer saw the terrified faces of the two women, but his own chest.

A single claw strike severed him into several pieces, the stark white bone fragments mixed with dark red internal organs.

Extremely cruel and bloody.

He didn't even hear the sound of the blade cutting through the air; he only felt his body suddenly become lighter.

His vision suddenly rose as the world spun around him, and he saw that his lower body was still standing in place, his middle torso was lying on the muddy ground, and his head was rolling at Linor's feet.

Finally, what came into view was a dark shadow hanging high in the sky.