Terror (3)

As the group of Goblins, led by the formidable Red Hobgoblin, and the Aarakocra race bandits commanded by their leader, finally came within sight of the Jax kingdom, they paused to take in the distant view.

“The splendour of this kingdom promises riches and wonders beyond our wildest dreams,” the Red Hobgoblin mused, his eyes glinting with anticipation.

“Imagine the stories we’ll tell, boasting of how we toppled a Tier 2 kingdom, what do you think?”

He turned to face Gale, the Aarakocra leader, who contemplated the kingdom with a mixture of respect and regret.

“Indeed, the gods have indeed favoured Jax Freeman of the J-Clan, it’s a pity he’s made enemies of the wrong sort, His mercy towards the those who surrender is... admirable, in its own way,” Gale replied thoughtfully.

The Red Hobgoblin barked a laugh, his contempt for mercy clear.

“Admire mercy? you admire someone who cannot end his enemies, that’s a sign of weakness, not strength, I’m beginning to question your fearsome r