"Everyone, speed up the ash processing. These are such good stuff, they're considered top-quality fertilizer, perfect for cultivating magical plants."
The adventurers following him didn't rush out immediately; instead, they cautiously used detectors to probe around.
Their caution was very necessary.
A clump of thistlegrass that hadn't been completely burned through suddenly emerged from the ashes, twisting its body wildly.
Because if you get pricked by the spikes on them.
You must quickly gouge out a large piece of flesh, and it would cost you a bottle of advanced level antidote potion.
If unfortunately pricked on the torso or head, it's usually very difficult to survive.
Of course, thistlegrass that had been spotted in advance posed no threat at all.
It was clamped by a huge mechanical arm, and the goblin engineers would mercilessly throw it back into the burning pile far away.
Before long, it was completely dead.
