In any case, check out this Goblin raider who ran the gauntlet of doom to get to my Kingdom entrance. After walking through a ton of spike and blade traps (seen as the orange things to the right of the pop-up box) he was bleeding, missing a leg, and near death. Did he give up? Did he retreat? Hell no! That determined little bugger picked up his own leg and came at my guards.
|That's one hell of a hard Goblin, boy. Must be from the Kingdom of East London.|
You could say the Goblin's are my nemesis.