“The village of orcs?” At first, Davey couldn’t believe his eyes. The building techniques and style were those of the orcs, who were the archnemesis of goblins and called themselves ‘warriors’. He couldn’t believe that the goblins were at the village of orcs.

“Before, it was an empty village. The guard on lookout told us that the goblins were consistently gathering here.”

It wasn’t a fully accurate piece of information, but it was mostly correct. As expected, there were about 150 goblins gathered. It also seemed accurate that the goblins were coming from elsewhere, because there were still 150 of them even after several had died during the attack.

‘It probably means that they are elsewhere, too.’

The kidnapped residents were nowhere to be seen; perhaps they were tied up in a run-down building in the village.

“Those guys…took Lynnie…”

As he turned around at the sound of someone grinding their teeth, Davey saw an infuriated young boy with reddened eyes among the militia members. The boy looked like he was about to shed tears of anger. It seemed like he was resisting his feisty urge to jump...