However, when they saw so many of their tribe around them, they suddenly found some confidence.
They simultaneously raised their weapons, making threatening gestures.
"Jiji! Jiji!!"
These goblins emitted strange rat-like cries from their mouths.
It seemed that as long as Han Xing and the others dared to approach, these goblins would dare to give them a rain of spears.
At this moment, a tall goblin, standing nearly two meters tall and covered with blue-gray mane, emerged from the crowd.
It grasped a massive chain hammer, looked at Han Xing and the others, and made a series of deep sounds from its mouth.
"Agisimino, Worried Syrah..."
Everyone looked at each other in confusion.
But at this time, with the system's translation, Han Xing understood the meaning of this goblin giant.
"Human Race! Quickly leave the Sky Island of the Goblin Race, this is not a place you can meddle with!"
