Goblin Massacre II

Puddle floated beside me, his body pulsing faintly now after using so much mana. Ash and a thin mist of blood clung to his round form, but he looked proud.

"Nice work," I said quietly, keeping my eyes forward.

Only one enemy remained standing—the Hobgoblin Warrior.

But he had changed.

The moment the most of his tribe died, he let out a deep, earth-shaking roar. Then, his body began to shift. Thick veins bulged and darkened, glowing with corrupted energy. His eyes turned crimson, and his armor cracked as his muscles swelled unnaturally beneath it.

A system notification flashed in front of me:

[Hobgoblin Warrior has activated: Blood Rage – Tribal Vow ]

– Strength +80%

– Agility +60%

– Damage Taken -50%

– Cannot feel pain

– Duration: Until death or will be exhausted to death in 30 minutes.