Ethemon pulled out his dagger and kicked the goblin's corpse over the edge into the cliff. Not far ahead was the goblin outpost.
This place was far more heavily guarded than the village they had just left. Goblins with bows and crossbows paced back and forth on the high platforms, while wargs and goblin brawlers stood guard below. The thick stench was many times worse than before.
Torches blazed, sending black smoke billowing into the air. The beauty of nature had vanished, replaced entirely by blood and foul odors.
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