Six Trophies

The goblin slaves spilled across the mountainside, and were on the search for any dark mage to mow down. They didn’t care if the mages were human, or something else, they just knew that dark mages were dangerous, and so they were depending on the adrenaline that was rushing through their blood, to help avenge the first-degree burns that they suffered today!

Better yet, the head of each dark mage was a trophy of sorts now. Whoever brought such a trophy to their master, was promised the greatest gift of all; Power!

Each and every one of them knew that adding three new abilities to their arsenal was great, it would help them survive a lot longer in the future, and better yet, it would help them stand out in the crowd of other goblin slaves. As of right now, everyone in the platoon was just a number, and they hated that fact, so they hoped to be something greater! They were bloodthirsty, and there was only one way for them to quench their unyielding thirst.