Not seeing too many options at the moment, with the way the battle was going, the humans and demi-humans made what they would remember to be a smart choice. They called for a retreat. They had to grit their teeth and swallow their pride to make such a decision, but it was one they had to make.

  They still had quite the firepower up their sleeves, and if they were willing to go the extra mile and sacrifice the lives of thousands, they could more than compete in this battle. They’d be able to once again turn the tide and really give Rick and his Goblins a run for their money.

  But they weren’t feeling too much in the way of sacrifice today, especially not when most of the lower tiered soldiers, knights, archers, and everything in between were more than rattled at the moment.

  In fact, they were actively losing their minds.

  Rick’s green flames had taken hold of the battlefield, and while everything above Tier Six could resist it, everyone else felt like they were losing a piece of themselves. Not instantly, but slowly enough that it gnawed at their minds, and the thought that you were slowly losing a piece of whoever you were was enough to drive a man insane.

  That’s what was happening, though that wasn’t all. Rick’s flames empowered his own people while simultaneously making everyone else mad.

  So, while the members of the GES were losing themselves, the goblins of the Dark Lands of Mir were not only finding themselves, but they were also being empowered. Not just in strength, but in morale. Which was always going to happen the second they laid eyes on Rick.

  He was their sun. He was their moon. And with him, they rose and they fell.

  And right now, they wanted nothing more than to rally behind him and destroy the enemies who dared to encroach on their soil in an effort to kill him. Which was obviously unacceptable.

  So a retreat was necessary, and this time it was a proper fighting retreat. The Goblins, who would’ve usually tried to break off as early as they could to keep as many of their own alive as possible, were instead on the attack. Green flames still burned brightly around the battlefield, and with the empowered goblins and the slowly maddening Humans and demi-humans, they pressed on, cutting a swath out of their enemies before it was all said and done.

  By the time they reached the point where it was time for them to return and the humans were long out of reach, silence descended on the battlefield for the briefest of seconds before all of the Goblins together let out a mighty roar.

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  The King was here. They had waited all this time and he was finally here, and he did what he promised, not that they ever doubted he would.

  Not long after the Goblins had retreated, and the green flames had slowly left the battlefield and receded, a small council session was set up where Rick could meet with his Chiefs.

  Though Rick had his suspicions since he had noticed the situation at the front lines, and even when he made it to the battlefield, what he noticed at a glance didn’t sit right with him. Looking around at the state of his Chiefs, expecting 14 Chiefs to be sitting around him, but instead there were twelve.

  Of course, he did not know where the others were, but before jumping to any conclusions, he asked a simple question.

  “Where are they?”

  It was Chief Rogur who spoke up to answer him.

  “Chiefess Hugala is still alive. She is out of commission for the moment, but the Chief of the Central Clan gave his life to protect his fellow Goblins, and he did it with a smile.”

  Although Rick wasn’t happy to hear that Hugala, whom he had spent a lot of time with during training, was out of commission, he had allowed himself a small bit of hope that the same could be said for Chief Galgo…only for it to be snatched away.

  All of the Chiefs gathered braced themselves for his reaction, but there was barely any. Rick simply let out a breath, closed his eyes, and remained like that for a few moments. When he opened his eyes again, he took a good look around the room.

  Although one Chief was dead and one was out of commission, the remaining twelve weren’t injury free. In fact, there were quite a few gruesome injuries that he could observe, a missing limb here and there, an eye or two that clearly would no longer work, and who knows how many other things that he couldn’t see with the naked eye.

  “Thank you all. I apologize that it has taken so long for me to arrive, but you have done well to hold on for this long. Do not wave me off,” Rick said as he looked at his Chiefs, trying to stop him from apologizing.

  At his word, they went silent.

  “I understand but allow me to do this. When you guys needed it the most, I wasn’t here. I-…No…this this is not a time for long-winded speeches, so I will stop there and ask you to continue to trust in me. I will maintain the watch until they come back. For now, get some rest, get some medical attention, and make sure the same goes for every Goblin in this camp.”

  Not taking no for an answer, Rick then directly left and quite literally went to sit down where the battlefield was. If the Humans or Demi-humans wanted to attack again, they would have to go through him, and he meant that.

  In the meantime, there was finally time to take a look at his status.

  {Status}

  {Name – Rick}

  {Age – 23}

  {Race – Goblin King}

  {Tier – Seven}

  {Strength – 470 > 880}

  {Agility – 290 > 580}

  {Dexterity – 295 > 610}

  {Intelligence – 170 > 310}

  {Endurance – 400 > 760}

  {Mana Pool – 1800/1800 > 4000/4000}

  {Essence – 0}

  {Evo Points – 90,720/90,720 > 0/233,280}

  {Skills}

  {Velora}

  {Ruknar}

  {Will of the King}

  {Khaal’drez}

  “So what were you saying about my Evolution being cut short?”