The next morning, Goblin's Grove was like a beehive that had been shaken. The sounds of hammers, clinking chains, and shouted instructions filled the fortress. After last night's attack, MC had decided they could no longer simply wait.
In the main courtyard, Godon led a group of warriors in weaving old steel chains into a massive net. The chains were fastened to thick posts driven deep into the ground, designed to trap any large bird that dove too low.
Elsewhere, Draksra and his scouting team returned with important news. "The Raven Tyrant has gone back to the northern cliff. He has a patrol pattern… circles his territory every two hours." He unrolled a piece of tree bark with a rough map sketched from his observations. "If we strike here—" he tapped a gap in the patrol path, "—we can lure him down."
Moji stood beside MC, arranging several glass bottles filled with a greenish liquid. "This poison is strong enough to throw a bird off balance in midair. Mix it with meat, make it bait."
Minho listened while inspecting his spear. "If the trap fails, we need to be ready for close combat. And this time, we can't let him leave without bleeding."
MC nodded. "Every unit knows its role. Warriors focus on ground defense, scouts keep their distance, shamans support with wind magic and healing. Minho, you'll stay on the front line—hold him if he breaks through."
By the afternoon, training began. Goblins practiced signaling with whistles and light spells, ensuring every order could be delivered even if the bird's screech drowned out shouts. The trap was tested by having ten goblins pull the net in unison, confirming it could close fast enough.
As evening approached, everyone returned to their positions. The sky turned red, and in the distance, the awaited screech finally rang out. A massive shadow moved along the horizon, followed by several smaller black specks.
From atop the watchtower, MC stared at the approaching shapes. "This is it. We make sure he doesn't fly home in one piece."