"Let me start by saying this... I'm a huge fan of you all."
The goblin grinned—sharp teeth flashing like he was posing for a damn wanted poster.
The heroes tensed instantly.
That tone? That smile? It was mockery, dipped in sarcasm and lit on fire.
But they didn't move.
Not yet.
This little green freak had just waltzed onto the battlefield like he was strolling through a flower field.
Six of the strongest in the entire kingdom stood before him—and he didn't flinch. Either he was insanely strong... or just brain-meltingly stupid.
God, they wanted it to be the second one. Really, really badly.
Because none of them were at full strength.
Not after what they'd just been through.
So they stayed quiet, biding their time, stalling, trying to catch their breath before shit really hit the fan.
"You've done a wonderful job with my little village."
Ah. There it is.
Now they were sure.
He was from the goblin village they'd razed.
