The sky was a bright and clear blue.
Trees of various shapes grew wildly, twisted, straight, their gray-green trunks covered with moss and fur.
In the clearings where there were no trees, the grass was overgrown, with wild celery, nettles, and rampant wild thistles, appearing abundantly lush.
The crisp sound of hooves broke the forest's tranquility, like pebbles tossed onto a lake surface, quickly spreading ripples.
The silhouette of a team gradually emerged from the shadowy forest path.
"There's a strange smell." Serdur flicked his snake-like tongue twice in the air and spoke. "Are we setting camp here?"
"Just goblins, that's all," Gauss glanced confidently at the surroundings and said.
After all, no one understood goblins better than he did.
"Those green-skinned brats? Where, where? I don't seem to see them," Dwarf Sorin looked left and right.
"The nest shouldn't be nearby."
Gauss surveyed the area, making his judgment.
