Chapter 472 - 472: Invasion [38]

"The graveyard?!" Sheera, who was still treating Gobbo's injuries, exclaimed in shock.

"I doubt he'd find it easily," Doro said. "After all, Narg put a lot of effort into hiding its location. I don't even know where it is."

He had been one of the people who helped reconstruct the graveyard, so if even he didn't know its exact location, finding it should not be so easy.

At least, that was what Veyra wanted to believe.

She didn't say anything, but she doubted the location would remain hidden for long.

Raghul had an unsettling ability to detect anything connected to Lord Drugar as he was a shaman himself. He would eventually find some way to track it down despite how well it was hidden.

Zivra, however, didn't seem particularly worried about the graveyard.

Instead, she was staring ahead, her expression strangely focused.

Don't tell me...

Was she actually considering going after Raghul?

Veyra wasn't sure what to make of Zivra.

There was something about the female goblin that she found rather unsettling, perhaps because of what she had just witnessed. Watching her kill one of Raghul's Chosen without even touching him had been disturbing enough, but the fact that she could apparently manipulate the minds of enemies made her ability even more frightening.

That kind of ability was ridiculously powerful.

If Zivra could simply interfere with an enemy's mind and kill them without giving them a chance to fight back, there weren't many opponents who could afford to underestimate her.

Veyra glanced at Zivra again.

It was a good thing she was an ally.

But even with how broken Zivra's ability seemed to be, Veyra doubted it would be enough to stop Raghul.

In fact, she doubted anyone could stop Raghul other than the chief.

She didn't even have much confidence in Caius anymore, and admitting that made her feel guilty. Caius was powerful, but after losing his domain skill, there was no telling how much that had affected his overall strength. If he couldn't rely on that ability anymore, Veyra wasn't certain he could handle someone like Raghul.

She glanced toward Gobbo, who was still on his knees while Sheera worked behind him, steadily treating the injuries he had suffered during the battle.

Veyra leaned closer. Then she lowered her voice and whispered.

"Who's that goblin? She seems rather unique. In a good way, of course."

Gobbo's brow creased.

He followed Veyra's gaze toward Zivra before answering.

"She's Narg's female."

"What?! Narg has a girlfriend?!"

Veyra's voice immediately rose several levels.

Several nearby goblins turned toward her.

She hurriedly covered her mouth, realizing she had shouted loud enough for everyone nearby to hear.

She then leaned toward Gobbo again and lowered her voice to a whisper.

"How did that happen?"

Gobbo stared at her for a moment before slowly rising to his feet.

"A subject for later."

He suddenly looked past her.

"Incoming."

Veyra's expression changed.

She immediately turned toward the direction Gobbo was looking.

The brief moment of curiosity was gone.

Something was coming.

Dribb suddenly crashed into the ground in front of them headfirst, hitting with enough force to send chunks of earth and rubble flying in every direction, like a cannonball had just been fired into the battlefield.

The group instinctively stepped backward, startled by the sudden impact.

For a moment, there was only silence.

Then the rubble shifted.

Dribb crawled out from the shallow crater his descent had created, coughing as he pushed himself upright and spat a mouthful of dust onto the ground.

"Son of a..."

He continued muttering curses under his breath as he rose to his feet.

His condition was terrible.

Numerous wounds covered his body, and several of his limbs were visibly twisted from the impact. Yet even as he stood there, the damage was already beginning to repair itself.

Steam poured from his skin as his body rapidly recovered, while the tattoos covering his exposed body glowed a deep, heated red, pulsing brighter with every breath he took.

Veyra stared.

How is he still standing?

The orcs Zivra had taken control of were still holding the undead back, but they were beginning to lose ground now that Dribb was no longer there to draw the majority of the enemies' attention.

Without him acting as a distraction, the undead orcs were free to overwhelm the remaining fighters.

Even the surviving goblins who attempted to assist were being cut down almost instantly.

Doro reacted before the bodies as soon as their bodies hit the ground. With how badly they were shredded, he was a hundred percent certain they were dead.

He slammed his hand against the earth.

The ground opened beneath the fallen goblins, swallowing their bodies. Then the earth closed again.

Dribb, on seeing the remaining goblin fall, immediately started forward, ready to return to the battlefield and tear into the undead responsible for their deaths.

But Veyra quickly stepped in front of him and held out an arm.

"Wait. We need to discuss this."

Dribb stopped, surprisingly, though the anger on his face made it clear he wasn't happy about being held back.

Doro soon returned as well, having finished burying the fallen goblins. The moment he reached the group, he looked around at the battlefield before asking:

"What do we do now? I've buried the corpses."

Gobbo, who had been receiving treatment from Sheera, had recovered enough to finally rise to his feet.

"Our only option is to retreat to the shelter at this point," he said. "Hopefully, the chief makes it back in time to deal with the undead."

By now, even the arm that had been damaged earlier was completely restored. There wasn't even a scar left behind to indicate that it had once been torn apart.

As always, Sheera's healing ability was impressive.

Dribb's expression darkened.

"You're proposing we retreat?"

His voice carried an aggressive edge, and his fists tightened at his sides as he glanced toward the battlefield.

Retreat was clearly the last thing he wanted to hear.

"We'll just...