The Monster King's Legacy

Chapter 71 Attack Begins II

The battlefield was chaos—shouts and screams mingled with the clash of steel and the roar of beasts and the undead forces. Though subtle, Lance began to notice something was off just as soon as the beasts rushed into the battlefield, further complicating things and making the situation even more difficult.

'Something's not right here... they've become less coordinated, more like, actual zombies.' He thought to himself as he studied the battlefield laid out before him. He had been holding off, observing, but it would seem like the enemy had abandoned the battle... something that didn't make much sense.

"Our casualties are only increasing," Lance murmured as he unsheathed his sword and prepared to join the fray. There was no need to stay back anymore, it was useless. He too was amongst the best fighters in the tribe, so instead of watching from afar, he had decided it was he also joined the fight physically.

Before joining the attack however, he went around to heal the goblins to get them back to peak condition.

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"What is going on?! Everything is just falling apart! If only you were faster." The first cloaked demon said angrily... frustrated.

Despite his frantic state, the other hunched demon appeared calm and unfazed. "And if only you did your job without playing around, I would have made the undead army sooner, and we wouldn't have this problem."

"Khuk... W-whatever, there's nothing we can do against such unprecedented odds."

The hunched demon's eyes glinted with a cold light as he gazed at the road ahead, raising his head just enough for them to show. "Right... I wonder why a dragon is all the way here."

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"Hold still," Lia said gently, supporting her. "Don't overdo it."

"No, I have to. Pass me the brew." She said, pointing to a concealed concoction, her emerald eyes glimmering with determination as she gobbled down the herbal brew.

Just then, a goblin of their own collapsed close by and she had to handle it, there was no rest.

Though everyone worked in different areas of the battlefield, their efforts were interconnected.

High above the battlefield, Zarra and her scouting team moved swiftly, their arrows raining down on the enemies. From her perch in the trees, Zarra surveyed the chaos, her sharp eyes picking out key targets in several locations.

"Focus on those orcs!" she ordered, nocking an arrow and letting it fly.

Her arrow struck true, sinking into the discoloured skin of an orc, though, there was no reaction.

"Cut them off." She said, as her team descended like predators, abandoning their bows and arrows for the moment, striking quickly and retreating when the time was right.

As the sun began to dip below the horizon, the goblins' coordinated efforts began to overwhelm their foes.

By the time the last beast fell, the goblins stood victorious, their unity and strength shining brighter than ever.

The battlefield was quiet now, save for the groans of the wounded and low murmurs and orders. The air was thick with the acrid scent of smoke and blood, but the goblins still standing knew they had achieved something monumental... the goblins had prevailed against impossible odds.