After Loimos was done dragging the bodies back to the dwelling of the undeads, he stepped back in the small area where he had slayed the three goblins, something he never could have done so easily had he not intoxicated them first.
He had known that his rot was adverse to anything living just like an undead, but he hadn’t known just how potent it could be when ingested by one of them.
He had dug through their guts to get an idea of just how little was needed to accomplish the effects it had had on them and as it turned out, very little despite he and his rot still being weak.
Killing those three had further empowered him, even if only by a bit, he could feel like he was close to unlocking more of his abilities.
Normally, an undead wouldn’t need to kill more than a single living being to get access to their natural abilities, if they didn’t have them unlocked by default like most.
The forsaken undeads Loimos had met were simply drained of nearly all of their death force, he hadn’t been and still needed quite the push to get the basic undead kit.
He didn’t ponder over it however and simply began to walk back toward the goblin tribe, after they were dealt with, dealing with the other tribes would be much simpler, especially now that the undead realised that he could simply taint their water supplies.
Once he had infected all of the small streams and ponds, he would go on for the entire lake, both the tribes and vegetation would be forced to sustain themselves on water he had gone into or refuse to drink, leading to the same outcome.
The best outcome.
It had only been a little while since the three hunters had gone away, though Loimos’s sense of passing time wasn’t to be trusted, a few years and a few seconds didn’t share many differences to him.
No matter how long he had truly taken to take the goblins out, the rest of their tribe had made some progress on their defences, it wasn’t a shoddy job at all, the parts they had reinforced and improved on wouldn’t allow him to get through any more.
There was even one goblin doing some curious things.
Pokzgob didn’t seem nearly as physically threatening as the other two, however, with his ample belly and small arms, he was clearly weaker than the average hunter of the tribe.
Then there was another one Loimos took notice of, he had no clue what this one’s name was.
He wasn’t chubby like the mage, quite skinny and unimposing, smaller than the average goblin, he was a non-threat in appearance but he clearly carried himself differently from the rest.
Loimos kept on observing the goblins at work, he went through what he had learned during his time under water near the place they usually went.
The chieftain wouldn’t leave the tribe reliably often enough and would most certainly have company, he was out of reach for the time being.
The undead didn’t believe that he could be snuck up on in his sleep or otherwise either.
The nameless goblin seemed quite fearful at all times, much more alert than the rest, the mage also had his own bodyguards now, Gobstroz wasn’t taking any chances with the unknown threat.
It only left Stolgob that, while not simpler to take down, had the advantage of having a grave weakness, which would allow Loimos to get him out of the tribe.
That is only if he managed to gather the right parameters however, which he couldn’t be certain that he would be able to meet.
So for now, he shall simply await in ambush at the lake, it didn’t matter if other goblins saw their brethren be pulled in the lake and killed, they would always need to come gather water.
When they were too focused on protecting themselves while going, it would slow down the construction of their defences.
Loimos was going to whittle down their numbers and gather their corpses.