"Hello, Gromak. I'm Bob. It's nice to meet you. Again thanks for your help in that battle, not quite sure we would have won if not for your timely arrival. But why offer us aide?"

Before Gromak could reply, Grobbit arrived out of breath from running. He stopped in front of Bob and looked at Gromak in shock.

"Gromak, it's been way too long. How have you been you old bastard!"

"Grobbit. A pleasure as always. It doesn't matter. We are here to help you against War. This isn't just your home. I suspect that we won't be the last of the Tribes that make an appearance."

"Old stick in the mud as usual. Glad some things never change, it's good to see you again my old Friend."

Bob stood there as the two Goblin Leaders bantered back and forth. Eventually they both turned to Bob and Grobbit motioned for them all to follow him. The three of them walked toward the village, the rest of the Fang Mountain Tribe following closely behind them. The gate was opened and they all walked in. Grobbit, Gromak, and Bob veered off to the side and entered Grobbits home. The rest of the Fang Mountain Tribe went to mingle with the rest of the Goblins in the village while they rested and ate. Knowing they might have to go fight again at any minute, they were all uptight but somewhat jovial as they rejoiced at the hardwon victory.

"Arlight, Gromak shouldn't we send soldiers into the mountain to track down and eradicate the remnants of the first wave?"

"That would be unnecessary, Bob. The Great Mountain will take care of them."

"What do you mean The Great Mountain will take care of them? Eh, it's of no consequence if we don't send soldiers in, my Zombies will find them and eliminate them."

"The Great Mountain will assure that those who aren't allowed entry shall surive. The Great Mountain has it's own ways of dealing with tresspassers."

"That sounds ominous. What of the Zombies?"

"All I will say on the matter is all who enter that the Great Mountain hasn't give persmisioon to, will soon no longer be an issue."

"That's good to know I guess, good thing we didn't send any of the Goblins or go myself."

"Yes, it is good that you didn't go where you are not permitted."

"You make it sound like the mountain is alive."

"Watch your toungue. The Great Mountain is are deity. He is very much alive. Futher disrespect toward The Great Mountain, and one of us won't live to see the second army of War!"

"My apologies, Gromak. I meant no disrepsect, I don't know the ways of this world. I am not from here. I don't mean to be rude, but do not threaten me again."

"Gentlmen, we mustn't fight amongst ourselves. We have bigger issues to deal with."

Gromak looked at Bob with a glint in his eyes, as if he was sizing him up while simulataneously looking at him in admiration. Bob met Gromaks gaze and they sat there still as could be, locked in silent combat that no one could see. Gromak coughed and looked away first.

"Think of it no longer, you are right. I can't fault you for not knowing our ways when you don't follow them as well. But we need not think of the remnants any longer. There are worse creatures than us that call the Great Mountain home. The Goblins won't be leaving the Great Mountain ever again."

"Ok, now that that is out of the way, Let's get back to business."

They began to discuss their plan of attack for the upcoming battle. Gromak, the First Priest of the Fang Mountain Tribe, was known for his cunning tactics and had suggested to Bob and Grobbit that they begin building hazards and traps throughout the battlefield.

Gromak explained his plan to the two, "My tribe and I will wait on the sides, hidden from view. Once their numbers are thinned out from the traps we set, they will continue on towards the village. That is when we will strike from the rear and sides, trapping them between my tribe and your gates."

Bob nodded in agreement, "I can summon my monsters when I can, and we will eliminate this army as well. We just need to make sure we have the right traps set up to thin out their numbers."

Grobbit, who had shown a knack for battle strategy, began to sketch out a rough plan on a piece of parchment. "We can set up pitfalls, fire fields, and we can also use boulders to create rolling traps that will crush them as they move forward."

Gromak smiled at the thought of his enemies falling into their traps, "Excellent! We will also need to make sure that we have archers and spellcasters at strategic points to take them down as they approach."

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Gromak stood up, satisfied with their plan, "Very well. Let us begin. We have much work to do before the battle begins."

The three of them worked tirelessly over the next few days, setting up traps and fortifications throughout the battlefield. The traps included pitfalls, fire fields, boulder traps. They knew that they were in for a tough battle, and they needed to be prepared. As they worked, they talked strategy.

They discussed their strengths and weaknesses and tried to come up with a plan that would give them the best chance of success. They knew that their enemy was formidable, but they were determined to win. The days turned into nights, and the nights turned into days.

The three of them hardly slept, working through the darkness and into the early hours of the morning. Their efforts paid off, and the battlefield was now a maze of traps and fortifications. On that morning after they finished, they gathered at the center of the battlefield, surrounded by their traps and fortifications. They looked at each other, knowing that the fate of their people rested on their shoulders.

Their congratulatory celebration was cut short, as the sounds of war horns blaring in the distance started echoing through the plains. Bob and Grobbit quickly ran back to the village. Gromak and his tribesmen ran as fast as they could and hid in the shadowy forests on the outskirts of the village. Once all of the Fang Mountain Tribe had exited the village, Grobbit ordered it shut and locked. The horns continued to sound for a minute, and then out of nowhere a massive army of bipedal beasts appeared over a distant hill.

As the massive army of beastmen marched over the hill into view of the Goblin Village, the goblins were filled with fear and uncertainty. They had expected the force to be bigger than the last army, but they hadn't realized just how big this one would be. The sight was both terrifying and awe-inspiring as the various species of Beastmen all growled or roared before they charged recklessly down the hill toward the village.

The goblins were prepared, though. They had spent days preparing for this invasion, setting up traps and fortifications to defend their village. As the Beastmen charged past the fields of fire, the goblins waited breathlessly, hoping that their traps would be enough to adequately thin out the incoming horde. The Goblins hoped that they wouldn't notice the oil soaked ground they ran over.

The Beastmen didn't notice the oil that had been poured over the ground, and they continued their charge. The Beastmen charged and triggered the boulder traps, which forced them forward into the pitfall traps. Once they hit the pitfalls, many of the Beastmen fell to their deaths into the spiked pits. Many of the Beastmen broke formation and tried to flee back the way they came, to regroup and scout out more traps.

That was when a few mages hidden in the forests launched fireballs into the oilfields, setting them ablaze and trapping the Beastmen into going forward or to the sides. The Beastmen tried to flee to the sides, but Gromak and his Fang Mountain Goblins charged at both sides of the charging horde, transforming into their monstrous forms mid charge. The way the Goblins grew and elongated terrified the Beastmen and they turned and resumed charging toward the village.

Most of the Beastmen ran forward toward the gates, but some tried to fight their way through the Fang Mountain tribesmen who were waiting for them. The tribesmen were fierce fighters, and they fought the Beastmen brave enough to face them with fury. As the Beastmen reached the gates of the village, the goblins were ready for them. They had positioned their best Archers and Javeliners at key points atop the walls. They also had their casters behind them. The Beastmen were ferocious fighters, but the Goblins were determined to defend their home.

The furious barrage of arrows and javelins rained down upon the Beastmen that were trapped with no way out other than through the village. A multiutde of spells fell amongst their ranks further devastating their numbers. Beastmen died en masse from being peirced by projectiles or from various spells. They should have waited and scouted the area first, but the Beastmen army were enraged by their own vicious lust for blood, and the orders forced on them by their Master, War. They never stood a chance.

As the sun began to set on the horizon, the peaceful landscape was suddenly disturbed by a loud roar that echoed across the hills. The Goblins that inhabited the area looked up in alarm, their eyes wide with fear as they saw a massive figure emerging from the distance. It was a Bear Beastman, towering over everything in its path, decked out in dark metal armor that shimmered menacingly in the fading light.

The Bearman's armor was covered in vicious looking spikes on the shoulders, the helmet, and the gauntlets. It was a sight to behold, and it was clear that this beast was not to be trifled with. Its roars echoed across the valley, and the Goblins cowered in fear, unsure of what was to come.

Without hesitation, the Bearman charged down the hill like a bat out of hell, its massive frame barreling through anything in its path. The flames that had been set alight by the Goblins were nothing to the Bearman, as it charged through them unbothered. The boulders that had been rolled to block the path were no match for the Bearman, as it smashed through them like they were made of paper. The pitfall traps that had been dug by the Goblins to stop the Beastmen Horde, were also no match for the ferocity of the beast.

With a mighty leap, the Bearman jumped over the traps, landing on the other side with a deafening thud. The creatures that had set the traps looked on in horror as the Bearman charged towards them. Beastman and Goblin alike tried to stand their ground, but the Bearman was too powerful for them. It barreled through them without a second thought, its massive fists pounding into the ground with such force that it sent shockwaves through the air. The creatures that were lucky enough to survive the initial onslaught ran for their lives, trying to escape the wrath of the Bearman.

As the Bearman continued its rampage, the Goblins realized that they were no match for this beast. They had never seen anything like it before, and they knew that they needed to find a way to stop it before it destroyed everything in its path. The Beastmen, who appeared to be his underlings, weren't spared his wrath either.

With the sun setting on the horizon, the Bearman continued its rampage, its roars echoing across the valley.The Goblins and Beastmen alike scattered, trying to avoid the unstopabble rage that was the Bearman. The Goblins were desperately trying to think of a plan to stop the ferocious beast. But for now, they could only watch in terror as the Bearman tore through their world, leaving destruction and chaos in its wake.