Goblin Hideout
Ragnar and Noah aimed their arrows at the five mysterious goblins who remained immobile and calm. They stood like statues, showing no reaction to the tension around them, unmoving.
"Release!" Ragnar called out.
Instantly, both of them let go and the arrows darted toward the goblins.
CLACK! CLACK! The noise echoed off the rock walls, making the silence oppressive.
Unfortunately, their aim was off and the arrows clashed with the walls instead.
"Shit!"
Both of them cursed in unison, readied another set of arrows, and fired once more — still missing their targets.
The goblins did not move and watched with an eerie calmness that unnerved the youths.
'What the heck are these guys!' Ragnar frowned.
He would have underestimated them and attacked if he hadn't seen them trapping his golems.
'What if we were the ones trapped like that?' Ragnar shivered at the thought — had they been in the position of the stone golems, they would have met their ends long ago.
