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With shouts ringing out, countless figures wearing hemp robes and wooden armor, brandishing wooden swords and magic wands, emerged from the jungles in all directions.
The Goblin High Priest Gululu was startled by these excited cries.
It lifted its head, and upon clearly seeing the tall figures, it suddenly exclaimed:
"Elves?!"
By the Cold Winter and the Hunting God above, where did so many elves spring from in the Elf Forest?!
Hadn't they migrated away long ago?
Gululu instinctively thought to flee.
It wasn't without reason, for centuries the inherent notion had been that even regular elves from the Elf Clan held strength beyond that of black iron.
And it, a mere Goblin, even if it had encountered some fortuitous event and became a Priest, could definitely not defeat dozens or hundreds of Elves.
However, the thought of escaping had barely arisen before it was quickly extinguished by itself.
"Hm? Something's not right..."
Gululu had a change of heart.