Originally, these goblins could have resisted a little.

After all, the centaurs were only strengthened, but they did not have an overwhelming advantage.

If these goblins used their vision and technological weapons to go against the centaurs, they would definitely be able to hold on for a while.

Unfortunately, all of this was just a big if.

The moment the Goblin's bomb landed on Mike, the outcome of the battle had already been decided.

The bomb was accurately deflected by Mike's Block skill, and it bounced back.

Goblins' physical attributes were very low to begin with, and they had almost zero close combat ability.

Just imagine how powerful a bomb made by Goblin technology would be.

And now, the bomb had landed among the goblins.

After the goblin bomb exploded, the goblins who were further away were still fine. Some were blown away, and some had their arms or legs broken, but the goblins who were closer, were not so lucky.

They were basically blown to bits on the spot.

Perhaps these goblins never dreamed that the bomb they made would explode beside them.

Just with this one bomb attack, the goblins had lost almost half of their combat power.

Most of the remaining goblins were also injured, and some of them even became disabled on the spot.

Although the Centaurs did not know what had happened, they knew very well that this was the best time to counterattack.

The centaurs naturally would not let go of this opportunity.

They immediately launched a final siege on the remaining goblins. Although they could not see the exact situation in the darkness, the centaurs had already found the trick when it came to fighting the goblins. They only needed to use their hooves to kick the lower part of the ground.

Due to the goblins' height, if the centaurs kicked the higher ground, they would not be able to kick the goblins, but they might end up kicking their companions. However, if they kicked the lower ground, they would not have these concerns.

In the darkness of the chaotic battle, the goblins were being completely annihilated. All of this had only happened a few minutes after the explosion.

Mike, who had watched the entire process from the side, could not help but sigh.

Sure enough, in a war, a small accident could affect the overall situation.

He smiled and turned to look at Timus.

Timus was dumbfounded.

Timus was still immersed in the scene where Mike deflected the bomb.

He could not figure out how his teacher did it.

It was in his blind spot, and Timus just reminded him to be careful. When faced with such an extreme situation, the teacher deflected the bomb without even looking.

Not only did he successfully block it, but he also accurately threw the bomb back into the enemy's crowd.

As he thought about what happened, Timus could not help but swallow his saliva. 

"I'm afraid I won't be able to learn this skill in my entire life..." Timus could not help but mutter to himself.

"What did you say?" Mike could not properly hear what Timus said and could not help but ask, but Timus just shook his head and said nothing.

However, he looked at Mike with a burning gaze.

Sure enough, becoming a teacher is the best choice in my life!

Timus thought to himself, 'As long as I learn well from my teacher, I can become so strong one day!' Timus clenched his fist and held his staff with the other hand, he condensed fireballs to illuminate Mike's work.

By then, the centaurs slowly closed in. Most of the centaurs had excitement in their eyes, as if they still wanted to fight.

Gerald, in particular, excitedly stepped on his hooves, and shouted to himself "Whatever!"

It was a strange scene, but Mike had nothing to say.

After all, he had taught them to say 'Whatever' Who could he blame?

Other than the excited centaurs and Gerald, there were other centaurs that did not seem to fit in with them.

They were the centaurs of the Peace faction, led by village chief Finnis. They were not as excited as Gerald.

The centaurs looked at the battlefield behind them through the flames of the fireballs formed by Timus, and looked at the corpses on the ground, the centaurs showed a strong sense of disgust.

They did not hate the goblins, they hated themselves. They hated themselves for what they had done.

They did not want to be the bullies, but they also did not want to be bullied.

Not to mention, fighting like this. It made them uncomfortable.

Mike saw this, but he did not say anything.

Everyone had their own way of life, there was no right or wrong.

Those who liked to kill would be killed by others sooner or later.

Those who liked peace would have to hide from the aggressive invaders. Otherwise, they would be bullied, massacred, and destroyed.

This was the world. There was no other choice.

The excited Gerald did not seem to notice the emotions of his clansmen.

He stomped on his hooves, panted, and said, "There must be many goblins still alive in this nest. In order to get rid of them once and for all, let's kill them all before leaving!"

Hearing this, Mike did not react, but Finnis spoke first. "We have no reason to continue fighting. Even if there are goblins still alive in the nest, they don't have the ability to continue invading us."

"The war is over. We should go back!"

Finnis' view was not recognized by many of the pro-war centaurs. The pro-war centaurs, led by Gerald, all looked at Finnis with great dissatisfaction.

These centaurs had unknowingly split into two sides according to their factions. They looked at each other, neither of them willing to submit to the other.

Gradually, all the centaurs who wanted to fight looked at Gerald.

In their hearts, Gerald, who dared to fight and had his own ideas, was strong enough to give orders at this time.

Gerald clearly felt the anticipation of his clansmen. He snorted coldly, and the upper body of his horse leaned forward slightly. He looked at village chief Finnis and said, word by word, "Since you don't dare to go, then we'll go alone."

"Coward!"

Village chief Finnis looked at the young and aggressive centaur in front of him and sighed helplessly.

He knew that no matter how hard he tried to stop him, it would be useless.

Some seeds would definitely blossom and bear fruit after they were planted.

Some obsessions would burst out sooner or later after they were planted.

Even if he could completely understand the resentment in Gerald's heart, he did not want to be like that.

Finally, Finnis looked at Mike. He hoped that Mike would make a decision. In fact, in this situation, only Mike could convince Gerald.

Following Finnis' gaze, Gerald looked at Mike. Gradually, all the centaurs looked at Mike.

The scene became a little strange, and the atmosphere was a little heavy.

Timus shrank his body and moved closer to Mike's ear. "Teacher, they seem to be waiting for your order..."

Mike nodded, looked at Finnis, and then looked at Gerald.

He slowly opened his mouth and asked word by word, "If we kill all those goblins now, then, what's the difference between us and those goblins?"