Thick foliage in the jungle, giant trees towering to the sky.
A fully armed squad of goblins walked cautiously among the trees, their large feet creating a rustling sound on the dry leaves.
Crackle~
From within the thick dead leaves, a large red-shelled centipede suddenly emerged, its hundred pairs of sharp feet moving and slicing. A goblin warrior walking on the left barely had time to make an instinctive attack move before being sliced into pieces of dead flesh by numerous sharp feet.
"Gather!" The goblin captain promptly reacted, calling the warriors to gather around it.
The red-shelled centipede coldly watched them form a defensive formation, its fearsome mouthparts slowly feeding on the blood and flesh of the deceased goblin warrior.
The taste was average, but it was firm and springy. This was the red-shelled centipede's impression after sampling the flesh.
With only nine goblins left, one warrior quickly took out a bone whistle from his pocket and blew it.
