572: On the Back Foot… We’re Gonna Lose…

Nightshade looked visibly embarrassed and explained, "Sorry… I forgot to mention, he just hatched. Doesn't understand what you're saying yet."

"You mean this guy's a legit newborn?" Orson was stunned.

Nightshade nodded helplessly. He turned to Pajero and shouted a few guttural syllables in Goblin-speak.

Finally, the oversized goblin reacted—he dodged Aetrexa's aerial dive attack… sort of.

This time, the five-star general clutched his head and ran off like a toddler caught doing something wrong.

Orson was speechless. It was clear now—Pajero was a blank slate. He only understood ancient goblin language and had zero combat intelligence.

Against a powerhouse like Aetrexa, even with far superior stats, he was bound to get wrecked unless he racked up some real experience.