"We'll hit their mines," Zhou Yan says, scanning the terrain. "Sneak in—stay invisible."
His team creeps to the mountain's base, goblins oblivious. They slip into the mines undetected.
"Clear them fast—no escapes," Zhou Yan orders. "Si Hu, Si Long, guard the entrance. Got it?"
"No problem," they reply.
Diao Chan strikes like lightning, a fairy's grace trailing her. Goblins scream, caught off-guard, their crude gear no match for S-tier soldiers and RRR-tier heroes. Mines echo with chaos—caves lit by torches reveal a sprawling network.
Zhou Yan lurks near one shaft. A goblin emerges—his sword drops it. Another stumbles over the corpse, dying just as fast. More pop up like moles; he cuts them down, soul coins piling up.
Half an hour later, every mine's swept clean—no survivors.
"Lord, the cart-pushers are back," Si Hu warns.
"Hide the bodies—trap the rest," Zhou Yan says. They drag corpses aside, stones their cover.
Goblins trundle in, squeaking, "Brothers, grab the ore!"
Silence greets them. Zhou Yan springs, slaughtering all but one. "Let it run," he says.
Puzzled, they comply. The goblin flees, shrieking, "Help!" Zhou Yan's spear pins it dead paces later.
"Haul it back, scatter the others' bodies, wait for more," he orders.
Diao Chan and Zhen Mi catch his plan—lure the horde. Mountain goblins hear the cry, confused.
"Something's off," one grunts.
"Cuihua's panting again?" another jests.
A dozen descend, entering the mine. Blood's stench hits—they freeze. Zhou Yan's team strikes, sparing one. It bolts, screaming, "Ah, Butterfly!" A spear ends it outside.
The ruse escalates—more goblins swarm, spotting corpses. They rush in, blind to ambushes. "Cut 'em down!" Zhou Yan roars. His team carves through, snagging black iron bows and arrows.
"Where'd they get this gear?" Zhou Yan marvels, eyeing the mountain's secrets.
Dozens fall—patrols vanish. He shifts tactics: "Block the cave exits." Goblins emerge, get knocked out, and tumble off cliffs—a grim harvest. Hundreds pile below, unaware their lair's lost.
"They're not reporting to their boss," Zhou Yan notes, amused. Goblins' dim wits aid him.
Luck fades—a larger group spills out, sparking a skirmish. Ten seconds, and it's over. The clash stirs the depths.
"Rush in—kill!" Zhou Yan shouts. Fire's tempting, but treasures inside stay his hand. "No arson—real blades only."
Diao Chan leads, a war goddess. Her sword fells goblins before they swing—her talent overwhelming.