Walking through the red gate, Godfrey found himself on rocky terrain, facing a spiked fortress a few hundred feet away. The fortress stood before a cliff.
Godfrey's eyes narrowed at the sight of hundreds of dead hobgoblins, and yet more were still alive. Two of the strongest goblins led the charge; one wore a ragged robe and held a staff.
He could control objects with his mind, and in a battlefield with lots of discarded weapons, this mini boss was a devastating force.
The other mini boss was a green skinned goblin bigger than a hobgoblin. It wore a bronze crown, had a bulging stomach, and armour from its shoulder down to its wrist. This goblin held a longsword.
It wore a shield like a belt head of the ropes holding his loincloth. Both goblins, with their army, were against a small group of summoners.
This was Team A led by Atlas, who came in search of his wife. He came with his entire team who had volunteered to come, but he didn't anticipate the numbers of the goblins.
