Lucen looked at the Goblin King, who was holding a colossal jagged sword, and focused on seeing what he would do.
In the game, there were goblins of different levels, but the strongest type he had seen was only the Goblin General.
There wasn't any Goblin King that showed up in the game, so he had no idea what kind of being or what kind of tricks this monster had to offer.
As a veteran gamer, he knew the first steps of winning were to learn about the other party's patterns.
The Goblin King shifted his grip on the colossal jagged sword, dragging its edge across the ground. Sparks hissed as steel scraped against frozen earth.
His breath steamed in thick, bestial clouds, and with each exhale, the air seemed to grow heavier, as though the battlefield itself bent beneath his presence.
Even the lesser goblins, mindless fodder driven by the General's commands, slowed their charge.
