“With the power of the Blood Moon, I declare a Tier Battle!” The hobgoblin snarled as he pulled out a tiny blade, which was smaller than a kitchen knife and slit his palm.
Rage boiled off him as he stared at the human mages before him, especially Draco and the Third Elder of the Gordons clan.
He felt like he wouldn’t be satisfied until most of them were slaughtered, all because of the words those two had thrown at him, his gaze flicked to the Gordons clan emblem, and he immediately sent a mental order to every high-ranking goblin and squad leader: target anyone wearing that crest.
While he was scheming against the Gordons’ clan on a low, the Third Elder only smirked, watching him like he could read every thought in his head, without wasting time, he also sent his own mental messages to
