Nightshade looked visibly embarrassed and explained, "Sorry… I forgot to mention, he just hatched. Doesn't understand what you're saying yet."
"You mean this guy's a legit newborn?" Orson was stunned.
Nightshade nodded helplessly. He turned to Pajero and shouted a few guttural syllables in Goblin-speak.
Finally, the oversized goblin reacted—he dodged Aetrexa's aerial dive attack… sort of.
This time, the five-star general clutched his head and ran off like a toddler caught doing something wrong.
Orson was speechless. It was clear now—Pajero was a blank slate. He only understood ancient goblin language and had zero combat intelligence.
Against a powerhouse like Aetrexa, even with far superior stats, he was bound to get wrecked unless he racked up some real experience.
"Orgod! Your death is at hand!" Aetrexa's eyes were icy cold. She was hellbent on avenging her earlier humiliation by bombardment. She spun her dragon lance and lunged straight at Orson.
