Chapter 17 - 16
After destroying the hanging snare trap, the goblins—who should have retreated—attacked from all sides, including their leader. Once again, Lumberling couldn’t sense their presence until they revealed themselves.
The cowardly creatures, who should’ve fled after witnessing his strength, had instead prepared a second ambush. Lumberling blocked the goblin leader’s sword and dodged the spears that came flying toward him—but not all of them. One spear slashed across his left leg, drawing blood.
The goblin leader barked for another retreat.
But this time, Lumberling didn’t allow it.
He hurled his spear with precision. The goblin leader turned mid-run, trying to deflect it with his blade—but the force behind the throw was too much. The spear pierced clean through its side.
The goblin, still standing, screamed an order for its subordinates to charge. It assumed Lumberling had no weapon left.
It was wrong.
Lumberling drew the sword from his waist and cut the remaining goblins down, beheading them one after another.
He walked slowly toward the goblin leader, who lay bleeding on the ground, glaring at him with fierce, unyielding eyes. Even in its dying state, it showed no fear—only defiance.
"You’re the most badass opponent I’ve faced so far," Lumberling said.
He raised his sword to finish it, but then the goblin spoke.