The area encompassing the entire territory of the hobgoblin village that the trio had razed was now under their control. Dylan had even used the terrain to his advantage to trap the first enemy scouts who had carelessly ventured onto their land.
It wasn't an exaggeration to say Dylan now knew the area like the back of his hand. Even though he hadn't been there long, he had made it a point to memorize every corner, every slope, to improve his chances of survival.
Perched on a branch, he stared ahead, silent as a shadow. He watched the group of hobgoblins pass right underneath him. There were about fifteen of them, tense, hyper-vigilant, moving in a well-drilled tactical formation.
The biggest one brought up the rear, the loot carriers protected in the center, and their main force led the way.
Dylan had been observing them for nearly half an hour. He had even witnessed their hunting method, which allowed him to grasp the broad strokes of their combat strategy.
