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Liam was rushed from all sides.

The goblins roared from the top of their lungs as they did so. 

For some of the skinnier ones, their screams were nasally and more funny than intimidating.

But the larger variety, the Rank 4 Ogres, shook the air with their guttural shouts.

They were like heavily armored tanks, with their spiky iron armor and massive clubs to smash people to death.

Their battle cries created a ferocious tune as they charged as a single horde, converging on the sole human they could see.

The sound of gushing water audible from outside the fake dimension was somehow still louder.

Till now, Liam had never seen a goblin.

Usually, they lived in rural areas like marshes and swamps. 

Places they could ambush villagers and carriages and whatnot. 

Goblins had one remarkable quality that separated them for the rest.

Their regeneration, raw strength and speed.