A goblin camp in shambles. There's hardly any living life left here, only the remnants lost last night.
A large number of dwarves were inspecting around the camp.
Lurik stood before the camp, his eyebrows were completely knitted together.
Eric pointed to an area and said, "Here it is." While saying this, he scratched his head, "But yesterday, there should have been a pile of goblin heads here. Now all that's left are these charred remains."
The skinned corpses hanging on the trees remained untouched, not even any animals came to gnaw on them. Only the mosquitoes from the forest hovered around.
Listening to Eric's words, Lurik's expression didn't change, he just stared intently.
A bad premonition was erupting in his heart. The beheaded heads and those corpses seemed to confirm his earlier premonition.
More terrifying was the recall of some unpleasant events.
