The fire in the western jungle started as a small spark. However, the flames swelled as they devoured the now-destroyed Kobold village and engulfed the whole jungle. Goblins and Kobolds who had lost their homes to the fire began to move away from the unstoppable inferno. Numerous conflicts occurred between monsters that inhabited the area, but they still had no choice but to abandon their territories. Confusion spread throughout Section E, and everyone was on high alert, from players to monsters.  

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Black smoke and red flames were everywhere as all hell broke loose in the Goblin village. Cries of help rose all over the village. 

"Chief! Chief! We’re in a bi—urk!" A Goblin flung open the barracks door but just as he was about to enter, a hatchet soared to him from inside the barracks, splitting his head. 

"I am not a chief. I am your king!" The Goblin King frowned in annoyance as he looked at the other chiefs. "You sure it was the Orcs?"

"Yes. They destroyed as many villages as I have fingers, and Orc bodies were found in all of the villages." 

The Goblin King gritted his teeth. ‘Those damn Orcs. You weren’t content with raiding our villages, you also had to set them on fire?’ More than eight...