This battle against the Goblin Territory had gotten him 2,400,000 gold coins! It was an incredible loot.
If he spent it all on summoning Elven Archers, he could instantly amass an army of 24,000 elite archers—each one a master marksman with dual innate talents.
An army like that…? A sky-darkening rain of arrows that blotted out the sun…? Even imagining it sent shivers down his spine. Renjiro gathered his commanders.
"Form up the squads," he ordered. "We're returning home."
Lorien, standing beside him, hesitated. "Your Majesty… what about the Goblin… Sheep?" She gestured toward the massive flock gathered near the collapsed city walls.
A sea of white stretched as far as the eye could see—over 30,000 transformed goblins, now bleating helplessly in their fluffy, wool-covered forms.
If they all tried to run at once, it could turn into a real headache. The elves nearby were already getting irritated by the endless chorus of "meeahh! Meeaahh!"
Renjiro frowned.
