Goblin Town Under Siege

Their dark, chitinous armors caught the sun's rays, reflecting them on the lush shrubberies they passed. Twigs cracked rhythmically under forceful stomps, a cacophony alien to the otherwise natural sounds of the serene forest.

For five hours, innocent wild beasts scrambled in terror as the sounds continued reverberating in a straight line to the West. 

Unbothered by the disturbance created by their passage, Adam raised his gauntleted fist high.

Eight-hundred-and-fifty demons, their eager faces flushed red and hands resting on their weapons, halted at the command. Despite their different species, they all shared the same impatience to sharpen their blades on their enemies' bones. Yet, they remained in a tight formation, awaiting their lord's next commands.

Meanwhile, Adam observed the clearing they had emerged in.

Cut-down trunks lined the periphery, making him understand the goblin created this place artificially.