Amie laughed as she realized what sort of monster pack they had stumbled across in their rush to find enough targets to defeat the Paladins of the Royal Guard.
"Well, this will certainly get us an award of some sort. You know, assuming that we don't actually die." Amie whispered.
"They're not bulletproof or magic resistant." Dominic noted as he stared at the group ahead of them.
"That doesn't help if they're actually using magic." She retorted.
In front of them was an entire class of mages, thirty children, no more than ten or twelve years old, along with one Elder, and dozens of Goblin Shamans.
"No girls." Amie whispered, and Dominic noticed that her eyes turned completely silver as rage overtook her expression.
Of course there weren't. They were breeding Goblins, the women would be... No, that wasn't the issue, these were students. Students. Children whose classmates had been sentenced unjustly to a life of living hell to create more Goblin Shamans for the war effort.
