Assassin at Range: The Sniper's Lethal Power-Chapter 81 - : Unprepared for the Twist

Originally, in Tristan’s plan, he had expected to only kill about 70% of the goblins, around 2,000 or so. After Bonecrusher reacted quickly, he had lowered his expectations to 1,500. But then things took a turn.

Bonecrusher, in a fit of rage, ordered the goblins to fight to the death.

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Tristan could understand Bonecrusher’s mindset. For Bonecrusher, it didn’t matter how many regular goblins died; its pride couldn’t be shattered. Hosting a summit, making bold claims of establishing a kingdom, only to be destroyed by a Stealth player—if word of this got out, Bonecrusher would never live it down.

Bonecrusher was determined to regain its honor. It would push the remaining goblins to the brink for its own glory.

Tristan was more than happy to let this happen. He had originally thought he’d level up once or twice, but now, without finishing the fight, he had already leveled from 12 to 15. This was way beyond his expectations, almost perfect. The rapid leveling was thanks to Bonecrusher’s antics. Had it not been for Bonecrusher preventing the goblins from retreating, Tristan would have likely stopped at level 14 and would’ve had to grind on the way back to hit 15.

Now, with the regular goblins fulfilling their part, it was time for the remaining bosses.

While thinking this through, Bonecrusher launched another powerful leap and charge, but it failed to even scratch Tristan.

With the regular goblins almost gone, Tristan focused his attention on Bonecrusher. Before dealing with it, he needed to eliminate the few Silver Grade goblins. If they managed to escape, it would be hard to catch them all at once.

Meanwhile, after numerous failed attempts, Bonecrusher realized a frustrating truth—it could not land its signature consecutive strikes on the mysterious enemy. The distance was always perfectly timed, every attack evaded with ease.

With most of the regular goblins gone, a few Silver Grade goblins were left, their morale shattered. Bonecrusher understood—it had failed.

Shing!

A throwing knife zipped through the air, and one of the Silver Grade goblins shouted in panic, "I’ve been hit! I’ve been hit!"

For a Silver Grade boss, it shouldn’t have reacted this way, but the earlier events had shaken it to its core. It knew: if that Stealth enemy locked onto it, survival was impossible.

There had once been over 3,000 goblins in the valley. Now, only a handful were left.

But still, why was this goblin singled out first?

The other Silver Grade goblins secretly breathed a sigh of relief. The saying "better the devil you know" rang true. As long as their comrade was the one attacked, they had a better chance of survival.

Yet, they also understood that if they didn’t find a way to fight back, their time would come soon enough.

The Silver Grade goblins glanced toward Bonecrusher. The summit had been its idea, and it was the one responsible for the enemy.

Bonecrusher looked back at them, an uncomfortable expression on its face. What were they looking at? Did it have something on its face?

Thud.

The first Silver Grade goblin fell.

Without the distraction of the regular goblins, it felt the true weight of the damage—explosive and overwhelming. But it was too late.

Bonecrusher’s expression darkened.

A Silver Grade goblin holding two large axes shouted, "I’m leaving! Staying here is a dead end!"

It had made it this far out of courage, but it had still harbored a sliver of hope that Bonecrusher might have a trump card. But after witnessing the death of its comrade, it knew it had been wrong.

Bonecrusher, now powerless, had no more tricks left.

"If that’s the case, then I’ll have to save myself," the dual-axe goblin thought, beginning to make its escape.

The words of the dual-axe goblin resonated with the other Silver Grade goblins. They weren’t mindless creatures—they knew how to avoid danger. If they couldn’t kill the Stealth enemy, why die trying?

Having stuck by Bonecrusher this long, they felt they had done enough. They exchanged a glance and, without a word, turned to flee.

If Bonecrusher wanted to clean them up after the fight, so be it. The priority was to survive.

And besides, they didn’t think Bonecrusher would last much longer. Once the Stealth enemy began its assault, Bonecrusher would be easy prey, and they’d have a chance to escape.

"Stop! Don’t run!" Bonecrusher roared, leaping in front of the fleeing Silver Grade goblins. Its eyes were filled with fury, and it slammed its warhammer into the ground. "If you want to run, you’ll have to ask my hammer first!"

The Silver Grade goblins froze, both shocked and enraged. Bonecrusher was definitely mad—it was trying to drag them down with it!

The dual-axe goblin shouted, "Bonecrusher, are you crazy? Get out of the way!"

The other Silver Grade goblins also glared, ready to fight if necessary.

Bonecrusher was strong, but they weren’t weak either. If it came down to it, they’d fight until the end.

The situation was rapidly deteriorating into an internal conflict.

From the shadows, Tristan watched the scene unfold calmly. It didn’t matter if the goblins fought among themselves; if they didn’t, he could always spare them for later. As long as Bonecrusher was dead, the rewards would be well worth it.

Bonecrusher understood this too. That’s why it couldn’t let these Silver Grade goblins escape.

A single thought echoed in Bonecrusher’s mind.

I must sacrifice now!

From the very beginning, Bonecrusher had entertained the idea of summoning Deathbringer to deal with the invaders. Now, that desire had reached its peak.

Bonecrusher tightened its grip on the warhammer and charged forward, swinging it wildly to knock down the remaining Silver Grade goblins.

This sudden turn of events caught Tristan off guard.

Bonecrusher, this giant brute, was actually trying to deceive and ambush the poor Silver Grade goblins. It was ruthless!

In the next instant, Bonecrusher sliced open its palm, letting blood spill onto the ground. Raising both hands above its head, it called out fervently, "Deathbringer, I beg for your power! Accept these souls as a gift!"

Boom!

A powerful energy wave exploded through the valley. Black mist began pouring from the corners of the area, swallowing up the fallen goblins’ bodies and heading straight for the Silver Grade goblins.

Although these goblins weren’t dead yet, it didn’t matter. Deathbringer would act.

The black mist surged forward like a tide, covering the Silver Grade goblins and consuming their bodies.

By the time the mist had passed, only the corpses of the goblins remained, their eyes bulging and frozen in death.

To Deathbringer, these Silver Grade bosses were no different than ants.

The black mist swirled and converged on Bonecrusher. An ancient, powerful voice echoed throughout the valley.

"Goblin, your gift is satisfactory. Now tell me, what is it you desire?"