Black mist descends, and I and the witches take refuge in the dungeon.

When Mir and his companion ran back to the outskirts of the territory, the light membrane was still shining steadily.

Without pausing, Mir walked straight through the light membrane, stopped outside the iron gate at the entrance, and glanced back.

The black fog was still thick, but within that fog layer, one could vaguely see many silhouettes moving rapidly.

Along with those things came a strong smell of blood and decay.

"Rennie, gather everyone! Tell everyone to go inside quickly. The outer defense work is finished. Tell them to relax and just watch from the rear."

"Anderbel, once everyone is inside, close the iron gate and activate the second line of defense."

Mir's voice wasn't loud, but it gave people an extremely reassuring feeling.

The townspeople of Norton, who were carrying supplies, were surprisingly not afraid, even though they knew that a large number of goblins were attacking from outside.

Mir's voice always gave them a strange sense of confidence.

Renee nodded, then rushed into the passageway of the surrounding defensive fortifications and began to gather everyone to retreat.

Mir then stepped through the iron gate, watching it slowly close behind him. Looking at the several-meter-thick iron gate, he still didn't feel very safe.

The people felt safe because Mir used the commander's oratory skills.

But that stuff didn't work on Mir.

He himself didn't know if he could really keep those goblins out.

Renee was now standing in the central open space, mobilizing the crowd and directing the construction site.

The first line of defenses has been thoroughly inspected, and those on the outermost perimeter are now heading towards the second level.

Each person was carrying a considerable amount of war supplies.

The foul-smelling broth, rolling logs, and splinters...

Even in battles with few superhumans, these things still possess considerable destructive power.

Some dry food and medicine were moved to a more inward corner, intended for emergency use by the injured.

"What is the current progress of the second line of defense?"

Mil walked over to Anderbel and glanced at the location of the second line of defenses.

In response to Mil's question, Andre Bell answered directly:

"It's basically finished. I oversaw the final touches and checked it three times. There absolutely won't be any problems!"

"Thank you for your hard work, Andrebelle."

Mir looked at Andrebel, whose eyes were now heavily dark, and a look of relief crossed his face.

Facing Mil's gaze, Andre Bell felt a slight joy in his heart, and the fatigue of the past few days dissipated considerably.

"No, it's all what I should do, but Mr. Mir, can we really stop those goblins?"

Those creatures are incredibly cunning and vicious. The village where I lived as a child was attacked by goblins several times.

Once they discover the trap, they stop attacking and instead surround the village until it runs out of food and has to leave. Then they pick it off one by one. And if they use the same method again this time…”

Andrebel's concerns were valid, but Mil shook his head and explained to her:

"Anderbel, this time is different from the past. There is black fog outside. Neither we nor those goblins have any way out."

Here, if they can't get our flesh, they will die.

If we can't quickly use those goblin corpses, we'll also die after the Soul Lamp burns out.

But believe me, Andre Bell, if I do something, it means it can be successful.

When Mir said these words, he had a determined smile on his face.

But is he really that determined in his heart?

Mir disagreed.

He was a time traveler and had never experienced anything like this before.

He lacked any strategic thinking, tactics, or professional competence.

But Mir knew that he was now the dominant figure in this territory.

His expression and his attitude influenced everyone's thoughts.

He couldn't show even the slightest sign of backing down.

Upon hearing Mil's assurance, Andrebelle smiled and nodded gently.

"Yes, I believe you. After all, you still owe me a pretty dress."

"We'll have to see if I have enough funds at the time..."

Mil made a sarcastic remark, then walked outside, leaving Andre Bell with only one sentence:

"Go inside and reassure everyone, tell them not to be afraid. I need to go to the front to check the situation, but we can't leave the rear unattended. Keep everyone calm."

Hearing Mil's words, Andrebel nodded. She resisted the urge to follow Mil and turned back instead.

This is not the time to be willful; she needs to share Mr. Mill's burdens.

The first direction was the ditch that Mir and his men had dug about a hundred meters outside the iron gate.

The ditch was covered with wooden planks, which were covered with bits of soil and weeds.

But those planks were very fragile; they couldn't even support the weight of a small child.

The reason Mill and Renee were able to get here earlier was because they took a special route.

That route was destroyed by Mil after Mil returned.

Now, if the goblins want to get to the gate, they need to get through the traps surrounding the iron gate.

The sound of thunderous footsteps never ceased.

As the Soul Lamp shone, the outline of the Goblin King was revealed to everyone. Its skin reflected a color like dried betel nut under the illumination of the Soul Lamp.

Then countless goblins followed in the footsteps of the Goblin King and rushed in.

A large number of goblins poured out of the black mist and rushed in in a chaotic manner.

They are mostly only up to the waist of an adult human, with dry, yellowish-green skin, protruding teeth, long, black nails, and make a squeaking sound when they run.

The sound was strange, like food colliding with stomach acid inside the stomach.

A goblin charged ahead, its paws landing without hesitation, directly plunging into the first wooden stake trap.

The tip of the stake pierced its foot from below, penetrating the sole!

The wooden stake pierced directly from the outside of the instep, leaving a small, bloody tip.

The goblin let out a sharp screech, its body continuing to lunge forward due to inertia. Before its other foot even touched the ground, it stepped into the position of the second stake!

The wooden stake pierced the goblin's abdomen at an angle, fixing it in place.

As its upper body fell to the ground, its head struck the third stake, the sharp end of which pierced through its entire skull.

Several splinters pierced the goblin's stomach, tearing its belly open.

Undigested food and dark red internal organs were spilling out.

The stench of blood instantly filled the entire battlefield!