“Ahhh! How dare you kill our goblins so ruthlessly, I’m going to kill you all!” The hobgoblin shouted in anger of what was happening in the Tier 1 battlefield.
But then all he got back was a snicker answering to his outburst.
“Oh? Please enlighten me, boy, so goblins are allowed to s*******r our descendants, but our descendants aren’t allowed to kill yours back? What a joke. If they’re too weak, then let them stay back in your world.” the Third Elder said, his voice dripping with mockery.
As he spoke, he casually formed a golden throne in midair and sat on it, lounging like a spectator at a show while he watched the Tier 1 Blood Dome below.
Truthfully, he was pleased at the display of Alec and the others as to how they had won cleanly, but there was no way he would show that freely, t
