Without elite individuals, the goblins might boost their morale through sheer numbers and launch a charge against the enemies.
But whenever they realized the vast power gap between us and them, and faced a strong and decisive counterattack, their combat strength would plummet rapidly.
At present, Xia Nan's exaggerated record of "one sword, four goblins" evidently terrified those despicable and cowardly green-skinned mongrels.
He even saw a goblin that lagged at the end of the group, arriving late, who, upon seeing the tragic end of its four fallen comrades in front of it.
The body that was originally rushing over with bared fangs and claws, came to a screeching halt, leaving two pathetic footprints on the soft meadow.
It spun around abruptly,
even tossing aside the wooden club in its hand, shrieking in terror and fleeing.
The memories of the goblin cave at the start of the journey were still vivid in Xia Nan's mind.
