Right after, at dusk, yet again there was civilization arriving here!
They were small creatures with green skin, less than 1.3 meters tall, with eyes like green beans, very cunning.
They looked ugly, full of muscles, holding daggers in their hands, draped with the pelts of some unknown beasts.
"Hey, isn't this the Goblin Chief, Brendan Digging Graves? How come he's captured too?" The lizard man sneered as he greeted him.
The Goblin clan does not have a good reputation on this land because they love robbery and have attacked many small gatherings.
The Goblin clan has survived until now because of their strong cold resistance and excellent survival skills, they can even survive by eating feces.
Moreover, these guys have their own communication network, and the rampant spread of news in the Northern Territory is largely due to the goblin clan's big mouth broadcasting everywhere.
