Shatterbone's eyes went wide, and he subconsciously backed away.
The goblin Warriors behind him also let out suppressed shrieks, their weapon-wielding hands trembling slightly.
This fortress hadn't existed before winter.
'How did it suddenly... appear?'
'So Lord Bone's suspicions were actually true.'
"This is... that Undead Lord's lair?"
The Poison Fang Shaman's voice was filled with unconcealable fear, and his bone staff was trembling slightly.
The sight before them was beyond their imagination.
After the initial shock, Shatterbone forced down the tempest raging in his heart.
Their reconnaissance mission wasn't finished yet. They couldn't just go back like this.
He gritted his teeth and made a hand signal.
He sent goblins to scout the surroundings cautiously. They moved like rats, sticking to the shadows at the base of the wall, carefully avoiding the buzzing bees in the air as they meticulously searched every crack and corner.
