Book: Dark herbalist

"You can't outrun me, Goblin. I see you on the map, so your escape is futile." The private message came from the player Perros Ruthless. So I pursued the assassin. <...> "AMR, you have strength still left? Stop it and get it over quickly." "Suck my green weenie!", actually, I dictated a very different text similar in meaning, but quite cultural, but an automatic translator from the language of the Goblins offered the option.