A: Magic Forest
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The decibel scale of the ringing is increasing. The green thing started to panic and ran to and fro. Their ears are torn from the inside. The goblins eventually fell and fluttered to the ground.
The goblin elder who had just fallen from his throne felt misgivings. He began to think that all this was due to the witches he had captured earlier.
But ... how can it be?
The old goblin decided to look at the situation of his captives who were tied to a pole in the middle of the field. He walked with a limp.
He grew suspicious when he found that the pole that was supposed to be a place for Lila and her other colleagues was tied instead. The slippery-headed goblin snapped and retreated backwards.
He tightened his grip on the magic wand in his hand. He did not want the same incident to happen again and caused his magic wand to fall into the hands of others.
The creature immediately increased his alertness. He was sure that the witches would have fled and were hiding somewhere while waiting for the right time to attack him. He would not let that scenario happen.
"Get you out!" The old goblin shouted to the night sky. Highlight his eyes sharply tracing all sides of the field.
He always thought that the witches could not escape from this village. Their goal was definitely to obtain a magic manuscript and a pointless thing if they left empty-handed.
The goblin was still spreading his gaze across the field. He did not hesitate to directly aim for the slightest sound that sounded in his ears at this time.
On the other hand, his people are currently suffering. Roars and sobs were heard everywhere. The goblin elder did not care. The fate of his people is not his concern at the moment. All he cared about right now was his condition.
The other goblins were still floundering like fish that were running out of oxygen on the ground. Their situation was very concerning, but again, the old giant goblin was not willing to open the door of his empathy.
He finally decided to re-activate the influence of his black eyes. He closed his eyes, cast a few spells, then reopened his eyes that had turned completely black.
The creature brandished its magic wand towards the pitch-black sky. He intends to turn his people into half-living goblin puppets for the umpteenth time.
"My people, stand up!" yells. There was no reply, no response, no other reaction shown by his subordinate goblins other than to remain floundering on the ground.
The old goblin was not willing to give up. He kept trying to give orders to the goblins. But no matter how much he cast a spell and gave an edict to his people, the goblins were still unwilling to respond.
The old goblin was riding. He was frustrated and clawed. For many years he became the number one goblin in this village, only this time his orders were not listened to by a single goblin here.
"You know why they're like that?"
The old goblin turned in all directions to find out who was the source of the sound. He looked at Miss Peony who was currently standing in front of him.
"That's because they didn't listen to you, old man!"
