"Understood."
Theo, who had been inexplicably reprimanded by the old village chief, felt increasingly depressed as he thought about it.
He felt that even though he had good intentions, he was not only not acknowledged but was also reprimanded, which was truly unfair.
"The old chief is getting weaker as he ages."
"We are not attacking their main camp directly," mumbled a young man beside him.
"Goblins aren't strong at all. I've probably killed ten goblins myself," said a big oaf bluntly. "I don't think we even need those adventurers, we can easily kill those little greenskins like crushing mice."
"So, should we continue with the previous plan?"
"I think we can." Theo nodded. "Once we return victorious, the chief will realize how foolish his weakness was."
The group made up their minds and fortunately had already prepared "weapons" and "armor" before they came over, so after a quick setup, they were ready to head toward the goblin tribe's location.
