If Rogu alone self-destructing was enough of a problem to at least annoy a being two full Tiers above him then someone on the level of Chief Galgo doing the same thing was nothing short of cataclysmic.

  The area around him didn’t take very long to become void of life for anyone below Tier Seven or perhaps even some weaker members of the Seventh Tier.

  Whoever was caught in that blast would see nothing but death or get very close to it and without a doubt anyone who was below that realm was no more.

  Thankfully, due to the conviction and intensity in which Chief Galgo roared out his warnings to his fellow Goblins all of them who weren’t perhaps already dying in a battle against the enemy, retreated as far as they could and while the Spear of Touval responded late, she still did respond and those of her compatriots who managed to hear her in time did their best to retreat as well, but late was late.

  The Chief’s self-destruction, unfortunately, or fortunately, depending on which side of the battle you stood on worked like a charm. Hundreds of people perished in that explosion along with hundreds more there were at least hurt to varying degrees. The vast majority of the GES fighting force was in that central space fighting against the Goblins and the results spoke for themselves.

  The area was not only void of life, but it also seemed to be void of even mana, practically feeling like space itself was cut apart. Though that last part simply couldn’t be true, because the Chief did not have control over laws, but that was the feeling it gave off to those who witnessed the devastation that just took place.

  Then there was the actual appearance of the area. Trees were no more, the grass was no more, and even the perennial darkness itself seem to get pushed away, though it was still dark in such a way that it was beyond the regular levels of eeriness.

  It was unsettling to say the least but it was nothing short of utter and brutal devastation that remained of the area and space left by the explosion. What was even more unsettling was just how fast it happened and how quickly the surrounding landscape was vastly made anew.

  One second the forest was as its been for many years even with the war going on, but it was now permanently changed just due to the power of one Goblin. In the place where Chief Galgo once stood was now a massive hole that was wide and deep enough to be a small lake.

  Now perhaps if the area wasn’t as mana rich as it was due to the presence of Mir, then the hole could’ve been far larger.

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  Either way, the self-destruction of the Chief Galgo wasn’t a waste.

  Once the Spear of Touval fully took in the state of the battlefield and state of the troops she commanded she greeted her teeth and immediately ordered a full retreat. Orders very quickly passed down to grab the bodies that could be gathered since a good amount of them were either reduced to nothing or there were now just bits and pieces of flesh.

  Those would unfortunately have to be left alone.

  Of course she made sure to pass the order that anyone who could still be saved even if the chance was small was to be rescued as quickly as possible to be given medical attention. She was not in the business of leaving troops behind.

  So one by one, knight by knight, Demi-human by Demi-human, the GES pulled out of the woods and began a retreat back to their base just outside. The Goblins did not bother attacking them for fear of risking another full scale battle right then and there during the retreat for they needed the same respite.

  Especially when it came to goblins like Chief Rogur who had been fighting the High Hark of North Balarian this entire time. Grafai would’ve wanted nothing more than to continue the battle, but orders were orders, and he too, could see the devastation of the self-destruction of the enemy.

  He quickly whistled out to his riders that still remained and insured that anyone who was still alive, returned anybody that he could grab would be grabbed, and that wasn’t just his riders but their mounts as well. He too, did not believe in leaving his troops or their dead bodies behind, they would be preserved and returned to their families, and the bodies of their mounts would be buried properly with the respect and honor granted to them in North Balarian.

  So eventually what was a chaotic, brutal and downright bloody battlefield filled with the sounds of abilities, the sounds of warring, living, and dying feet on the ground. Roaring sounds of mounts wailing with their riders, the noise of people giving their final death cries and everything else one could expect from the sounds of a war.

  Simply put, war was not a quiet thing.

  The forest floor was soaked with blood from so many different species that it in some areas of higher concentration, it began to take on a different color, but one that would be hard to determine due to the weird way it mixed with the Darkness of Mir.

  Anyway…the Goblins ordered a full retreat themselves and returned back to their clan grounds.

  Wounds be nursed, bodies would be laid to rest, and a small moment to clear the mental exhaustion that came from fighting a battle of that magnitude…from witnessing so many of their people die…from seeing a well respected Chief pay the ultimate price.

  Unfortunately for them though, with the type of battle they were fighting, there would be no time to mourn the loss of Chief Galgo or any other Goblin that lost their lives today. Even though every single one of them felt it, the fact that there were no longer 14 Chiefs to match the 14 clans who resided in Mir. All of the remaining 13 knew that that number might not necessarily be the case by the time their Jing came back but such was the price to pay, and it was a price every single one of them was willing to pay.

  There was just no telling how many more of them would have to pay it.