It was the goblin leader—Lord Bone!
'Damn it! Why is he still here?' Kane's heart sank.
He might have seemed powerful at the moment, but the constant bursts of energy and high-intensity fighting had already consumed a great deal of his stamina.
Besides, Lord Bone was no ordinary bear goblin. His strength and combat experience were terrifying, and he wasn't someone they could handle in their current state.
Just as he was grappling with this dire problem, Anvil grabbed him, his tone unusually firm. "Kane! Don't charge forward. Lead everyone back to the Slave Camp!"
Kane was stunned. "Anvil, are you insane? If we fall back now, the goblins will surround us completely! We'll be finished!"
"Trust me!"
Anvil's voice was resolute. He lowered it and said, "That mysterious faction gave us a secret weapon. It's inside the camp. It might be able to handle him."
