"I saw the Goblin Gods! Wagha has gone completely insane!"
"Wagha! With my blood, I call forth the Boss of all Bosses!"
...
A million goblins began shrieking like lunatics, as if some prehistoric monster had awakened. Their primal howls sent chills down the spines of everyone on the Imperial side.
Around Nightshade, a dozen towering goblin warlords materialized—burly, temperamental, and bursting with the power of Wagha.
These were Goblin Warlords, born only once every 100,000 goblins. Each one was a Domain Lord-Class beast capable of going toe-to-toe with a Vilitian war monster on the battlefield.
They raised their rusted weapons and roared,
"FIGHT—YEAH! FIGHT—SO FREAKIN' AWESOME!"
"Wakakaka… the squirt's been chosen by the God of Wagha!"
The weakest, most common goblin rank—Goblin Grunts—suddenly erupted in freakish glee, bodies glowing green. Then, without warning, they exploded.
Flesh, bone, even souls were sucked into the goblin embryo in the sky.
