The goblin king was everything you would think a king would be and more.
He stood at nearly seven feet in height, had dark, green messy hair that fell down his back and chiseled muscles that gave him the appearance of a gladiator.
In one of his hands was a large double-edged battle axe that seemed to take much effort to simply raise, yet the king held it like it was nothing.
And on the other hand…
Eliron's mood turned sour.
He had the last elven girl by the hair, pulling her along with him.
Ash was completely out of it, putting him against the goblin king even in a supportive role would lead to his death.
The same could be said for Artie. If she had not been sneak-attacked, then she could have been the only person of use in this fight…
'And Yennefer is a healer…'
The crossbows were good, but it would be best if the king focused on him alone and no one else.
While Eliron stood there, Artie stared at the goblin, her eyes displaying her shock.
