The battle for the Bloodfang camp was all but decided.
All resistance had long been extinguished. Only occasionally would a few goblins trying to hide be dragged out by the Skeletons and slaughtered on the spot.
Lynch felt not an ounce of pity for this greedy, cruel, filthy, and tyrannical race. He had only one order for the Soul Fire Undead under his command.
Kill them all!
By the time Lynch and his party arrived at the final battleground, the Bloodfang Chieftain was already a spent force.
Covered in wounds and pushed to its absolute limit, Bloodfang finally collapsed in despair when it saw its respected old Shaman and the Barbaric Beast turned into Skeletons—one of which even shot a small Fireball at it. Its last shred of fighting spirit vanished.
"ROAR—!"
With a bellow, it abandoned all defense and evasion, swinging its heavy hammer like a madman as it launched a suicidal charge toward Bone Jade and the Black Corpse.
The outcome was never in doubt.
