One hour earlier, while Kris was fighting shitty spiders...
Kaiser stood with his hands in his pockets, his gaze calm. His white shirt was clean, sleeves slightly rolled up. Unlike the others who had taken care to come with armor, he didn't need any. He had simply put his jacket inside his spatial ring.
Around him, the ground was marked by traces of combat. About thirty goblins already lay on the ground, their inert bodies scattered grotesquely with arms torn off, heads torn off, and other mutilations. Their blood had seeped into the dry earth, and the smell had attracted the worst remaining things in the area.
That was exactly what he wanted.
The ground vibrated slightly. Silhouettes emerged between the trees. Ten hobgoblins appeared, mounted on large wolves with yellowed fangs. These creatures were different from ordinary goblins. Their posture was upright, their gaze attentive. They held their weapons methodically.
