The king of goblins— with a level of 38, woke up, only to see his tribe dying.
Goblins ran to all directions, trying to escape the flames created by Wisa and Arthur, but that was impossible. They all died in the end.
As for the king of goblins, he roared after seeing what had happened.
"Is everyone ready?" Arthur asked, taking a quick glance on both Wisa and Jane.
They nodded, and gazed back at their enemy, the goblin. It was a tall and fat goblin that surely could take a beating.
Arthur would not fool around, so he used all he got. Fire wings, claws, everything. The only thing he did not want to do for now was to wield that mysterious two-handed sword he had.
After each step, the ground seemed to shake because of how fat that goblin was. The good thing was that he was slow like a turtle.
Wisa and Jane were long preparing their spells, so they cast them directly at the king of goblins.
A huge fireball hit the goblin's belly, turning it from green to black.