บท 184: The Three Corrupted Professors

The sound of steel clashing against bone echoed through the corridors of the tower, mixing with the snarls of twisted abominations. The air was thick with the smell of blood and burnt flesh, but my attention remained sharp. The battlefield ahead was ours for the taking. Garreth and the Drakhan knights moved with disciplined precision, their swords carving through the lesser goblins like a hot knife through butter. The undead goblin king, massive and imposing, swung its rotting club with brutal efficiency, crushing anything in its path. Beside it, the hobgoblin devil servant and minotaur devil servant fought like twin forces of nature, tearing through the larger monsters with glee.