Every now and then, a burly Elite Goblin adorned with more trophies and decorations would come over, shouting angrily. The whip in its hand lashed at the fighting goblins, maintaining a chaotic but stable order.
Deep inside the mountain camp.
From within the largest tent built of giant beast bones and thick hides, came muffled grumbles and suppressed roars.
In the center of the tent, the hearth crackled, distorting shadows projected onto the rough beast-hide tent.
If Gauss were here, he would notice that the goblin who rode the bat that night also sat here, cowering timidly.
On the main seat sat a goblin chief.
Its physique was even more robust than a Big Goblin, and atrocious scars almost covered its entire skin.
At this moment, it was constantly tapping a large unidentified creature’s leg bone in front of it, producing a dull thudding sound.
Below it sat the hunched Old Shaman, holding a staff entwined with feathers and bone bells, its murky eyes half-open.
The Goblin Bat Knight was enduring the gazes of both.
"So," the goblin chief suddenly spoke, using the common tongue in a low, raspy voice, filled with undisguised anger. "You took the best squad, those strong brats, to attack a team of only four, and in the end, you’re the only idiot who crawled back like a monkey with its tail on fire? Did all the others feed the dirt?"
The Bat Knight remained silent for a moment, before finally uttering a sharp voice after a long pause.
"Chief! That wasn’t an ordinary human team, there’s a monster there! He’s even more restrained towards us than the reports suggested...."
"Chief, we must be careful of that human."
It desperately described the extremely ominous aura Gauss exuded that night, an aura that seemed to be the goblins’ natural enemy.
However, its fear appeared to the goblin chief as a ridiculous display of cowardice and shirking responsibility.
Even the Old Shaman beside it shook its head in disappointment.
If not for the goblin runt in front of them being the top combat force in this expedition, considering the loss, they would have wished to tear the cowardly clansman apart and devour him.
However, even with their dullness and stupidity, goblins that reach a certain level can gain intelligence.
They clearly knew that the expedition, suffering a major loss, could no longer afford to lose the combat power before them.
"If he comes, I’ll eat him raw!"
"You get out too!"
Just as the tent was stewing in suppression.
"Boom!!!!!!"
A sound like an earthquake erupted.
The entire mountain camp seemed to shake for a moment, while the crude tent quivered violently.
Dust and rubble kept falling from above.
The goblin chief on the main seat suddenly stood up, its ferocious face showing uncertainty for the first time.
The Old Shaman also opened its murky eyes suddenly, and the bone bell in its hand rang rapidly and erratically.
"What happened?!"
"Is it an earthquake?!"
"The ground is shaking!"
The entire goblin camp outside exploded into chaos.
Roars, lamentations, screams of terror, and sounds of panicked running mixed together.
"Not... not thunder..." The Goblin Bat Knight, who had yet to leave the main tent, froze, gulping. "It must be... him... he’s here!"
The terrifying figure from that night flashed before its eyes.
Since escaping, that figure had become even more vivid in its memories.
Like a ghost, a goblin-destroying ghost, roaming in its dreams.