The goblin shrieked in panic.

Under by direction, Arthur descended and she skillfully dismounted, leaping onto the back of a level one gargoyle.

Standing 3 m tall, the gargoyle bore her weight with ease.

To avoid hindering Arthur in battle, Bayou had deliberately chosen this level one gargoyle as her steed.

The gargoyle rose cautiously into the air.

Aware that it could one day boast of having carried its queen.

Halfbending, the gargoyle allowed Bayou to grasp its neck, positioning herself prone upon its back.

Following the goblin's alarm, the entire hollow began to tremble as an array of goblins surged forth.

The most ordinary among them wielded sharpened wooden spears and clubs, while some clutch torches in their other hands.

Slightly more sophisticated goblins wielded rudimentary bone weaponry and rudimentary composite arms, such as wooden clubs embedded with numerous beastly fangs, transforming them into fearsome budgeons.

From the cavern's largest opening in the valley below, a tremor resonated, followed by the emergence of a robust goblin towering at 2 m and brandishing a bone club.

At the sight of this goblin, Bayou recognized him as the leader of the group.

Damn it, who are these talking bones? Roared the furious goblin chief, glaring at the enemies that continued to materialize in the sky and around him.

Accompanying the goblin chief were four goblin mages and six goblin warriors.

Those who could stand so close to their leader were undoubtedly the formidable level 9 goblins.

Dragons.

Dragons.

Some timid goblins upon beholding Arthur's massive form were struck with terror at the sight of the colossal skeletal dragon.

Although it was a bone dragon, its draconic presence was sufficient to instill fear in these cowardly goblins.

As the goblins rushed out of the cavern, Bayou was spared the task of sending the undead in one by one to slay them.

The surrounding legion of the undead was also converging on this location.

Among them, the undead knights of level five and above had already arrived, leaving only a few level one skeleton soldiers and zombies yet to come, though their distance was not far, presenting no significant issue.

Kill them, Hassa, with a swift gesture.

Bayou commanded countless specters to plunge down from the sky, resembling a procession of vengeful spirits.

Arthur took to the air as well as the goblins, apart from a few mages, possessed little means to counter aerial threats.

In the sky, Arthur descended upon the goblins, executing a brutal slaughter.

On the ground, the undead responded to Bayu's orders, charging towards the goblins, igniting a chaotic melee between over a thousand goblins and an equal number of undead.

The goblin mages brandished their staffs, being the only ones capable of ranged attacks.

and their primary targets were the flying undead.

One fireball after another erupted from the goblin mage's staffs, soaring towards the sky, illuminating the night akin to a display of fireworks.

The fireballs struck the specters, passing through them with no effect, leaving the goblin mages bewildered as to the nature of their adversaries, prompting them to redirect their fire.

As Arthur circled above, his massive form became the prime target for the goblin mag's assaults.

Fireballs rained down upon him, yet upon contact with Arthur, they merely produced wisps of smoke, leaving him entirely unscathed as he soared through the haze.

This left the goblin mages in a state of confusion.

Among the aerial forces, only the level seven skeletal griffin met a grim fate.

The other airborne units either had no remains or were magically immune, while it was obliterated by a single fireball.

Suddenly, one of the goblin mages spotted a stationary gargoyle in the sky not far off, seemingly carrying a human upon its back.

The goblin mag's staff glowed red, launching a fireball directly at Bayou.

Just as the fireball was about to strike, another gargoyle flew forth, intercepting the projectile with its body, absorbing the magic within.

The goblin mage was left utterly perplexed.

The goblin mage could hardly believe it, as if trapped in a surreal dream.

Was the fireball spell he had meticulously mastered merely a farcical illusion? To his dismay, the fireball spell proved ineffective against any adversary before him, plunging him into a profound state of self-doubt.

How infuriating that little imp dared to launch a sneak attack against him.

Although the goblin chief was of a commanding rank, his physique pald in comparison to the level 9 bone beast werewolf.

At that moment, the bone beast werewolf, clad in a sinister ensemble, struggled valiantly against the goblin chief, managing to hold its ground for a time were it not for the goblin chief's double attribute bonus.

By you surmised that the goblin chief might indeed find it rather challenging to best the bone beast werewolf, who boasted additional attributes from its equipment.

It seemed he had overestimated their capabilities.

Chapter 38.

the demise of the goblin chief.

As more and more undead surged into the fray, the goblins began to falter.

With only a handful of goblin mages and warriors at the center of the battlefield holding their ground, despite being of the same level, the goblins were no match for the relentless undead.

With a mere breath of dragon fire, Arthur effortlessly froze dozens of goblins in place before diving toward the goblin chief below.

His massive skeletal form plummeted from the sky, and the tremendous force of his descent culminated in a powerful strike that sent the goblin chief along with the bone beast werewolf.

It was battling flying through the air.

"Excellent! Strike it hard!" Bayou shouted from a top the gargoyle, cheering for Arthur.

Stunned by the sudden attack from above, the goblin chief lay on the ground, dazed, its vision clouded with stars, taking a moment to regain its bearings.

With a furious roar, the goblin chief rose, pounding its chest in a display of anger.

The bone beast werewolf, protected by its cursed armor, quickly regained its footing and charged at the goblin chief, undeterred by the chief's furious cries.

In an instant, green eye core sprayed from the goblin chief sbody as the werewolf inflicted deep, bone revealing wounds.

Fortunately, the goblin chief managed to protect its neck just in time, or would have met a swift demise.

Realizing the threat, the goblin chief ceased its mindless howling, filled with indignation of being attacked by a werewolf, especially one that dared to ambush it, an elder of 60 years.

Big green bean, take this.

The goblin chief heard a melodic voice, a human female s ringing out.

Looking toward the source, the Goblin Chief was met with the sight of a black fireball hurtling toward it.

With a desperate swing of its large bone club, the Goblin Chief attempted a standard home run.

Yet by US Black Flame, or was no mere baseball, the fireball shattered the Goblin Chief as club, exploding into a cascade of dark fireworks.

Arthur and the bone beast werewolf quickly retreated, wary of being caught in the fiery aftermath.

Unfortunately for the goblin chief, the flames splashed upon its feet and arms, instantly inflicting excruciating pain.

In a frenzy, the goblin chief tried to extinguish the bizarre flames, but nothing worked.

Stomping, burying it in dirt, or even spitting on it all proved feudal as the fire continued to spread.

Rolling on the ground in agony.

The goblin chief longed for a blade, wishing to sever its own limbs to escape the torment.

The flames relentlessly consumed the body of the goblin leader, propelling him into a chaotic frenzy upon the battlefield where goblins clashed with the undead.

The undead, terrified, fled in disarray while the goblins, perplexed by the sudden turn of events, inadvertently collided with their leader, allowing the fire to spread like a relay.

Soon, the goblin, engulfed in black flames, joined his leader in frenzied screams and reckless rampaging.

The surrounding goblins, now aware of the peril, began to panic.

In an instant, the battlefield descended into chaos.

Wherever the goblin ablaze with black fire ventured, both goblins and undead scattered in terror.

Some lower tier goblins, their souls feeble, were swiftly reduced to nothing but ashes.

Let me down quickly.

Bayou sensed that the goblin leader would soon meet his demise.

And with the goblins suffering heavy casualties, he had yet to level up.

Bayou felt certain that once the leader fell, he would undoubtedly gain the experience needed for an upgrade.

He had no desire to experience such chaos from above.

He preferred the safety of the gargoyle's back.

The recent black flame projectile had been cast by you using his scythe.

The moment the goblin leader perished, he would instantly transform into an undead being.

It was not necessary for him to be completely incinerated.

Bayou felt that a partial burn would suffice.

At that point, he would seize his magic, leaving a portion of the corpse to decompose.

Goblin corpses did not yield food upon decomposition, and apart from food, other items would not diminish in quantity due to the corpse's state.

For instance, a goblin typically dropped a magic crystal.

Even if Baiu reduced it to merely a toe, the crystal would still drop.

However, if a pigeon were to meet the same fate, and only a single leg remained, the five portions of food it would have dropped might diminish to just one.

Bayou settled at the rear of the battlefield, continuing to observe the unfolding events.

The goblin leader had been abandoned, having lost one foot to the flames and unable to run a muck, which brought a collective sigh of relief from the other goblins.

Wait, your leader is on the brink of death, and you find solace in that.

As the goblin leader seized his frantic movements, a level 9 goblin mage sought to rescue his leader.

But the black flames were so peculiar that even the typically adept goblin mage fell into silence.

The goblin mage raised his staff, flames coalescing above it into a fireball.