Meanwhile, on the distant battlefield.
Gabriel had just completed another round of slaughter.
As the last of the monsters here fell, he slowly stood up. Within his field of vision, the constantly changing number of Extraction Points had already increased considerably compared to before the battle began.
But it was still far from enough.
Gabriel raised his head and looked toward the goblins frantically fleeing southwest.
According to the information Edgar had given him earlier, this war had already lasted for two full months, and the more than three thousand goblins that had appeared at the third defensive line today were merely one of the enemy's attacking forces.
If that was the case, then how many more were inside the goblins' true underground nest?
Ten thousand?
Thirty thousand?
Or even more?
