Vrognut was a smart goblin, but his nose gave him the upper hand as he could perceive even the slightest abnormalities. However, Kraghul had managed to counter his only weapon that gave him the extra edge.
Goblins were strong in numbers, but this didn't make them immune to fatigue, unfortunately.
There was nothing that could be done because Kraghul had been fooled.
"Is the road cleared?" Kraghul asked, and the goblin nodded to confirm this. The two goblins on the horses were the ones who did the manual labor.
There was no doubt they ranked higher, yet they were doing jobs more suited for foot soldiers.
However, they had skills that weren't normal for goblins, as it was only Vrognut who was a problem.
The goblin nodded from his horse. Vrognut was on the floor; he had taken a piece of the orc's meat to consume along the way despite its rotting state.
The digestive acids they had were stronger than that of humans, so it accepted anything — even the most disgusting of meals.
