12 kilometers north of the Zerg Hive.
The goblin elder arrived here with over a hundred goblins.
Watching the zerglings in the distance gnawing on his tribesmen, the elder's heart immediately trembled.
“Where on earth did these monsters come from?”
Goblins did not fear humans; their wars with humanity had lasted for thousands of years, and they had always displayed great courage.
They did not fear elves either; the beauty of elves was a source of great attraction to them.
However, the monsters before them posed a threat unlike anything they had ever felt before.
One powerful goblin had seen with his own eyes how a zergling could continue fighting as if nothing were wrong even after its head was pierced.
He simply did not know how to defeat such a monster.
“These creatures seem to have appeared from the outer fringes of the forest. Could it be related to humans? No, that is impossible. How could humans raise such violent creatures?”
Seeing that the goblins resisting at the front were about to collapse, the elder had no choice but to take action, firing several spells toward the distance.
Black arrows condensed into form before his eyes, then flew forward at extreme speed.
Boom!
The magic arrow exploded, blowing a hole the size of a basin in a zergling's head.
While such an injury looked fatal, it was completely insufficient against the swarm.
The elder even doubted if this creature truly had a brain, or if its head was located elsewhere in its body; otherwise, how could it still be jumping around after being wounded like that?
“Retreat! Retreat! Do not fight these creatures anymore!”
Seeing over a hundred goblins being slaughtered into a rout, the elder was forced to order a withdrawal.
But when facing creatures faster than themselves, such a retreat easily turned into a total collapse.
Soon, the bugs pounced one by one, reaching the elder.
As a Tier 3 magic user, the elder also had some skill in close combat, but his confidence shattered when facing these creatures.
Pfft...
A sharp blade pierced the abdomen of a goblin in front of him.
The attacker was a zergling. Its massive, over a meter long sickle like blade hoisted the goblin's entire body into the air, and then, with a tear from its other limbs, flesh and bone were instantly separated.
“Hiss...”
The elder stopped caring about anything else and directly activated a spell to help himself escape.
At full power, even the bugs could not catch him for the moment.
...
Dozens of minutes later, in another location, the patriarch listened to the elder's report with a grim expression.
As the strongest goblin in the tribe, he stood over three meters tall, a classic member of the giant goblin race.
While Tier 4 strength was not top tier, it was enough to survive in these outskirts.
Seeing an elder so utterly broken, he understood that this opponent had come prepared.
“This area is our goblin home, the only place that accommodates us. We cannot let these creatures take it.”
Gripping his scepter, the patriarch slowly stood up.
“Are we going to fight?” a small goblin asked.
“We fight. We will not lose.”
Unlike humans, the scale of an unknown magic beast pack usually would not be very large.
If his subordinates had said the kingdom's army was attacking, the patriarch would have moved the entire tribe to another location without a second thought.
But when it came to a pack of magic beasts, they were not afraid.
However, before long, the patriarch realized he was wrong—horribly wrong.
Like the elder, his confidence completely collapsed upon facing the bugs.
These were creatures that truly knew no fear and could not be communicated with.
Every encounter was a slaughter.
They fought until the very last moment, until death.
Worse, they were uniformly Tier 2, with an average quality much higher than his own side.
A small number of Tier 3 creatures could not change the final outcome of the battle.
Especially when over 200 zerglings swallowed the land like a tide, clashing with the green goblins, the patriarch decided to retreat.
The bugs might not have understood it, but when these goblins raided human villages, they displayed their evil nature to the fullest, each one acting insane.
But now, facing the swarm, these chaotic creatures finally showed what was called fear.
Leaving over a hundred goblins behind as a rearguard, the entire tribe of nearly 500 goblin young and old began their retreat.
The bugs, limited by their own numbers, only pursued for a certain distance before stopping on their own, allowing the remaining goblins to leave.
“Let it be.”
Seeing their departing figures, Xia Jin waved her hand and ordered her bugs to withdraw.
The losses along the way were slightly high. Although the harvested resources were enough to produce more bugs, it was not worth it.
Goblins did not have magic cores in their bodies, which meant a lack of high energy crystals.
Instead of killing them, it was better to use this time to continue developing.
Regardless, in terms of the speed of becoming stronger, these enemies could never compare to the Zerg.
The next level of the Zerg Hive actually required 1000 units of gold.
If calculated in the kingdom's currency, it happened to be exactly one thousand gold coins. This was no small sum.
“As expected, the primary goal is still the City of Darkness.”
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