The army sets off!
The next moment, a white-furred hand gripped the King of Goblins by the neck, a fist as big as a sand pot smashed into his eye socket, and a grim rabbit head stared at him, "Let's discuss something, hand over all the equipment you have on you, okay? We're talking to you nicely right now, and you'd better understand."
The King of Goblins, trembling, shifted his eyeballs, and saw in the great hall that his minions were either pinned to the ground by rabbits, hung on the wall as dart targets, or swung around by one leg into chaos. Their faces slapped back and forth against the ground, oh, how pitiful they were.
Elsewhere, several goblins crouched on the ground, clutching their heads. Some players, who looked like newbies, poked at them with spears, and from outside came the excited screams, "Brother Tu, got him! Let him struggle; watch my backward spear thrust! I've levelled up!"