"What should we do now? Should we just rush over?"

Timus spoke to Mike in a hushed voice.

The underground cave in front of them was completely pitch black. They did not have any lighting tools to use, so it was definitely not advisable to rush over directly under such circumstances.

Mike pondered for a moment and asked, "What do you think of your physical strength and magic power?"

"Ah?"

Although he could not see clearly, Timus' eyes were looking straight ahead.

After he heard Mike's words, he turned his head to look at Mike in surprise. Of course, he could not see Mike's face clearly either. He could only see a vague outline.

The reason why he had such a reaction was that he did not expect Mike to say what he just said.

This was because this sentence had nothing to do with the question that Timus had just asked!

"Just answer me. Do you have confidence in your magic power and physical strength?"

Mike repeated it again, and this time, he spoke a little faster.

The current situation of the centaurs were still unclear, but just from the scene they had seen on the way outside, they could guess that their current situation was not an optimistic one.

There was no time for them to waste.

Timus seemed to have sensed this as well. He immediately nodded and immediately answered, "Yes."

"I am very confident in my physical strength and magic power, but why are you asking this?"

"Since you are confident in this, then it will be easy. I have a good idea."

Mike grinned, and Timus heard a hint of an ominous premonition from his tone…

..

In the depths of the cave, the Centaur Village Chief Finnis was hiding in a corner as he clutched and panted heavily.

Behind him, was a large number of centaurs. Almost every one of them was injured, with varying degrees of severity.

After he adjusted his breathing, Finnis poked his head out from the corner, wanting to see what was happening outside.

Although the visibility was very low, the weapons used by these goblins were basically fireproof, so, if the goblins planned to attack, they could still see clearly.

However, he could only see darkness now.

Finnis frowned slightly. For a moment, he did not know whether to feel lucky or annoyed. 

The clansmen behind him became restless.

Before long, Gerald leaned over and said in a low voice, "Village chief, we might as well rush out and fight them."

This proposal immediately received the approval of many clansmen. Many restless centaurs could not help but lightly jump on their hooves, ready to charge at any time.

However, Finnis shook his head.

"No, this is too dangerous. We can't see anything, but the goblins who have lived here all year round can see it clearly. If we rush out like this, we will only die in vain."

"Can we only wait like this?!" Gerald had become even more agitated and took a deep breath.

This time, many of his compatriots died at the hands of the goblins.

Although Gerald had tried his best to lead his comrades who dared to resist the attack from the goblins, Finnis' first reaction was to escape. Moreover, many of his clansmen followed Finnis' orders, which made Gerald very angry.

He felt that if all his clansmen had resisted at the first moment, this would not have been the end.

Those goblins would have been scattered by the Centaurs' charges at the first moment, and all of them would have died under the Centaurs' hooves.

Gerald's resentment deepened as he thought of this.

He felt that all of this was the fault of the village chief Finnis.

He was clearly the head of the clan and shouldered the responsibility of leading all the centaurs, but he chose to let everyone retreat at the most critical moment.

If this continued, the centaurs would sooner or later be destroyed by the invasions of the evil and greedy goblins.

Gerald naturally had his reasons for thinking, but Finnis also had his own perspective on this. 

Finnis was able to naturally become the head of the centaurs because of his ability. He had not lived in vain for so many years. Unlike the young and impulsive Gerald, Finnis saw many things very clearly. He clearly knew that many centaurs in his tribe did not want to fight.

They did not want to touch blood, they did not want to kill.

Whenever their clansmen died or their enemies died, these centaurs did not want to bear witness to their deaths. Moreover, the centaurs had never fought with others before, so they were not good at fighting.

If they chose to resist when they did not have enough battle experience, and the added fact that many people did not want to fight, it would only cause more casualties.

If all the clansmen retreated at the same time, there would not be any bloodshed, and everyone would be able to safely survive.

The price to pay for this situation was only a small amount of supplies. If there was nothing left, they could collect it again. If there was no house, they could build it again. The fact is that they only have one life. If they died, there would be nothing left.

The difference between the two made the situation the worst.

Half of the centaurs immediately charged under Gerald's command, while the other half retreated with Finnis.

This resulted in the assault force under Gerald's lead not being powerful enough.

They only managed to break through the goblins at the front and could not advance any further. Instead, they were surrounded by the Goblins who reacted quickly and formed a one-sided massacre.

Under such circumstances, Finnis could only lead half of his tribesmen back to help Gerald and the others.

However, at that time, the goblins took out many weapons that the centaurs had never seen before.

These explosive weapons were not only powerful, but also had a wide attack range. What was more terrifying was that they seemed to have many of these powerful weapons, and they did not require any skill or physical strength to use them. 

As a result, the centaurs were immediately heavily injured, and many of their tribesmen were injured.

The goblins seemed to be worried that their bombs would run out, so they immediately retreated after the first round of explosions.

For the goblins, they could have invaded them whenever they wanted to, since this was the goblins turf after all. 

In Gerald's eyes, this was a chance to end things.

If he let the Goblins escape this time, the centaurs would never be able to rest in peace. So, he made an impulsive decision again, and that was to chase after the goblins.

Finnis wanted to stop Gerald, but Gerald had not listened at all. He just led the clansmen who were willing to chase after them.

Helpless, Finnis had to lead the remaining clansmen to follow. He was not willing to give up the lives of Gerald and the other clansmen.

Who knew that this chase would have led them to the goblin nest.

Now, they have waited here for a long time, but the patient goblins did not make the slightest movement.

"Wait a little longer. Once we have confirmed the goblins' position, we will charge. If they really want to hide, we have no choice but to retreat." Finnis said so.

The reason why he said so was actually very simple. These goblins would definitely not appear again. As long as he could bring his clansmen out safely, he, as the village chief, would have a clear conscience.

As for the future, at worst, he could just move away. If his clansmen were here, the village would still be there.

However, Gerald could not hold it in any longer. He growled in a low and irritated voice,

"I can't wait any longer. I'm going to rush out now. You're afraid of death, Old Man. We're not afraid of Death!

"Brothers, follow me!"

With that, he immediately rushed into the darkness ahead.

Many young and aggressive centaurs also rushed out without any hesitation. They did not have the slightest bit of fear.

"Come back, quickly come back!" Finnis anxiously shouted to stop them. At this moment, he could not care less about keeping his voice low to hide his position.

At this moment, a somewhat familiar voice came from behind them. "I think I heard their voice."

Finnis, slightly stunned by the voice, turned his head to look.

What entered his sight was a sea of flames and two familiar faces.

"It's Lord F*ck!"