He’d definitely managed to draw the ire of the three Hobgoblins who’d witnessed the fight. The other two had made their way to stand between the Mages and Bruce’s group.

Corpses of fire casters laid on the ground, with only two left standing. There were only a few enemy Swordsmen against Bruce’s group now, but the Hobgoblins had crushed all but five of his party.

Bodies of both species lay mangled, broken, and torn all over the field. This wasn’t a place for weaker men.

The rest of the Berserk Goblins finally fell started settling down. Their skin turned from red to a very pale and sickly green. Swords fell to the ground as the creatures collapsed.

Geth didn’t waste any time waiting for the other Hobgoblins to arrive. He quickly pulled his sword from the large skull and started slashing and stabbing the weakened Goblins like a madman.

Three large pairs of feet shook the ground as they charged towards him, crushing the corpses of the Swordsmen that were once their allies. Geth still needed time, he used State Change and created a large pit of mud just in front of them.

The first one toppled, and the other two quickly tripped over it. It wasn’t long, but he’d only needed to buy a few seconds. He continued sweeping the battlefield, finishing off the maimed and weakened Goblins.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the field, things hadn’t been going as smoothly. The last of the fire casters had fallen, but as soon as the first ice caster was injured, one of the two Hobgoblins split off and went to search the woodline.

Due to this, the threat from the arrows disappeared, and the Mages were back to focusing on attacks. The five remaining men and Bruce were trying to whittle down the Hobgoblin’s HP, but they were constantly dodging or taking injuries due to the ice spikes.

A few of the men had the spikes sticking through their arms or legs, slowing their movements severely. They didn’t have the Magic Resistance that Geth had.

Not only were the spikes slowing them through the pain, but also the added freeze effect. Once they were hit, that limb would become either extremely slow or completely useless depending on the damage.

Finally, the last of the Swordsmen were dead and Geth could react to the situation. He glanced at the three Hobgoblins and saw two climbing to their feet. The third was still laying in the mud, unconscious.

He wasn’t sure how it happened, but he wasn’t complaining. Geth wasn’t sure he could take those two alone, not with the time it took for his MP to recover.

Without hesitation, he ran towards the other small party. Their Hobgoblin was facing away from him. He sprinted the 15 yards with two angry creatures hot on his tail.

As he approached the one facing away, he brought his sword up high in his right hand. When he was close enough, he swung down as hard as he could, smashing the sword in the tendon behind the gigantic foot.

The creature stumbled backward as Geth passed by, leaving the sword where it lay. After passing, he stood between the last of the Goblin army and the few survivors.

Turning his head slightly, he called back to Bruce. “I’ll tank as many of the attacks as I can and leave the damage to you guys!”

It wasn’t very hard for him to draw the aggro, the ice casters remembered him from earlier. Of course, the Hobgoblins had their own reasons to be angry.

They waited until all three creatures were on him. As they swung their clubs, Geth would cast State Change under their feet and cause their swings to run off course. Sometimes they would bash one another’s clubs, causing their confusion and anger to grow.

The Mage Goblins were firing shots slowly as their MP replenished, but not many spikes would come close. There was just too much movement from the Hobgoblins to get a clear shot.

:Hobgoblin (Lvl 20); HP- 0/1650:

The creature with the torn foot was the first to be slain, the corpse falling hard and crushing one of the Mages on its way down. The pressure on Geth eased up tremendously.

The few hits that managed to connect, he would block with his staff. The impact only caused him to take a couple of steps back when he was ready for it. There was even time for him to cast Restoration on the injured men, causing their DPS to soar.

Just as things were turning in their favor, something changed. A loud howl could be heard coming from further down the woodline. The howl was loud and shook the minds of those present.

The two Hobgoblins instantly stopped their attacks and dropped their clubs, crushing one of the survivors in their attempts to flee the area. The Mages were no different.

The survivors present were stunned, and soon realization hit that they’d won! Two of the men even chased after the backs of the Mages, the heat of battle still in their hearts.

Geth wasn’t so excited, he remembered how worried the Goblin army was before the battle even began. He quickly busted open the skull of the Fallen Hobgoblin, splattering blood and innards everywhere.

Once the opening was large enough, he reached in and pulled out a large bloodied core. Next, he ran over to the one he’d killed first and did the same.

He wouldn’t let the unconscious Hobgoblin core go to waste either, picking up a sword from the ground and piercing the back of its neck. After its body shuddered and life left it, he performed the same actions.

The survivors who didn’t run off watched on, feeling a bit sick to their stomachs. One even retched and walked away.

Bruce on the other hand became worried, seeing that Geth was in a hurry. He decided to help by repeating the process on the fallen Mages, handing the cores over once they were done.

Being that they’d only fought Goblins up to this point, Bruce wasn’t aware of the core’s existence. After all, the cores weren’t visible like they had been for the Slimes.

Just as they were finishing up, two more howls came from the woodline, this time extremely close. Geth looked up and peered into the trees.

Just moments later, three enormous wolves slowly stepped out of the shadows. Two were a very dark grey while one was almost black. They were almost as tall on all fours as the Hobgoblins had been standing.

The others were afraid, but only Geth knew just how scared they should be. This was the first time he’d truly been in danger.

:Direwolf (Lvl 50); HP- 31500/31500: