The goblins, now twisted and reanimated under John's control, stood unnervingly still, their glowing blue eyes locked onto us with eerie precision. They resembled soldiers, poised and awaiting orders. Somehow, John not only had full control over the goblin soldiers but also commanded the four Goblin Captains.
Thanks to John, we now had an army of roughly 250 goblin soldiers and 4 Goblin Captains on our side. However, that was still nothing compared to our enemy, who had at least a few thousand goblin soldiers, along with two Goblin Chiefs and a mighty Goblin King.
While we were at a disadvantage in terms of numbers, considering how powerful John was, I figured we'd be fine. Dammit, I hate to admit it, but once again, it was John who saved us this time… Honestly, since he saved our lives, I guess if he wanted to kill us and absorb us, we wouldn't have any right to complain, right?