The thunder of the lightning storm was like ten thousand troops trampling past.
With the attack happening so suddenly, there were still some goblins who hadn't figured out what was going on.
The domed wooden lodge in the center of the tribe had been completely destroyed.
Under the baptism of bombs and thunder, that place had already turned into scorched earth.
The ground was full of craters of all sizes.
The King of Goblins was trapped deep in one of them, and beside him several Goblin Heroes were holding shields of various styles, forming a curved Shield Wall to resist the impact of the thunder.
Those Goblin Shamans also released their magic one after another, condensing Witchcraft Shields.
However, Lightning Storm was a Tier Five Magic after all.
The power of a single strike was astonishing.
Those Witchcraft Shields were as fragile as paper when directly facing the thunder.
They could only barely blunt a bit of the thunder's might.
