Kapitel 21: The Man Who Killed the King (2)

Anton told about his experience in the first five days of the Trial.

When Anton was dropped here, there was nobody present apart from him. He had explored the surroundings, but didn't find anybody but the goblins. First, he didn't engage with them at any incursion; he managed to flee on most of the occasion. But the goblins didn't rest well, came after him with an increasing number each time.

That was when Anton had enough. Wrik knew Anton was not good with patience. After that, whenever he came across those goblins, he didn't run like previous times. He assaulted them even before they were prepared. He alone persecuted packs of goblins. Anton had quite a hard time alone, fighting the goblins. The injuries he had taken were quite a lot, though most of them were not serious enough.

On the first day, his condition was quite stable, but as the day progressed the number of goblins that molested him rose. He fought day and night for the next two days. Until he got a quest to assassinate the goblin chief, with a map of their colony. He couldn't tell if it's the second or third day he got that quest. His mind was that much messed up.

On the fourth day, Anton trailed behind a pack of goblins and found their dwellings in a subterranean region. That was the turning point; after he located the dwelling, he didn't just leave the place, at that time his mental health was quite unstable. Anton had an urge to assassinate the goblin chief for all the irritations and suffering the goblins caused him, not to mention the reward for the quest.

Anton didn't know if it's for the reward of the quest or the petty revenge over the goblins, he just wanted it.

He sneaked behind the goblin chief for a few hours, before finding a chance to deal a blow while it was dumping. Yes, a bad time to die. He didn't even let the poor chief to shit in peace. Well, the goblin chief did shit in peace for eternity.

Although the goblin chief didn't die in one blow, the ambush was still deadly enough to cut off half of its strength. Even Anton himself was astonished at his gut. If he had made a minor mistake there, the chances of fleeing were close to nothing.

After he successfully pulled himself away from there, he seemed to fill up some conditions and succeed in a class. He got to choose from a few options before choosing the job of an assassin. Well, high-risk high return, but it didn't just stop there.

This seemed a happy ending to the story, but the goblins were disinclined to end it that way. The goblins chased after him as they found out about the death of their lord. It appeared that their chief being assassinated in their own abode made them frenzied and crazy enough to chase after him with no rest.

Anton didn't back down either, with his newfound strength and class—he rose to the challenge. For the next two days, he spent relentless hours fighting them, as the grasp on his own ability became more potent; he slaughtered them with frenzy, as well.

At the time when Wrik found him, he was in no condition for battle, his head was dizzy, his limbs were void of strength, but Anton still confronted the herds of the goblin with an empty stomach and rage in mind. Only one thought remained in his heart that was to kill every goblin that remained. Crazy indeed.

Everyone looked at Anton as if he was a maniac. The boy, Lan, became quite uncomfortable hearing out the entire story, while Davin looked at it with a peculiar gaze.

"So, what's the title of the class?" Wrik opened his mouth, stomaching everything Anton went through.

"Shadow Stalker. Ahh…" As a genuine guy who liked to chatter, Anton opened his mouth unknowingly. Though the title sounded cool, it's a bit creepy in other ways. But it matched well with Anton.

"Now, it would be easier for you to stalk girls, no?" Wrik gave Anton a knowing smug. Anton grinned out as well, but recalled there are many presents here. Not to mention the two fair ladies.

"What are you talking about? I . . . Ahem! I never . . ." Ton lowered his eyes from his gaze and denied.

On the other hand, Davin looked dumbly at them. "What are you two talking about?"

After he saw the pleading gesture from Ton, he didn't press on the matter for now. Nonetheless, it was not stalking. Anton termed it like guarding beautiful flowers against insects and pests, though Wrik didn't know if the flowers agreed with that or not.

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NEXT CHAPTER: RAGE OF THE GOBLINS.

The next chapter (five-part) will be the main event of part one: A Beginning.

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I'm currently on chapter18.5 of the story... stockpiling for any rainy days or weeks. The updates would be as it's going now until I finish completing the first draft of volume one. As far as I'm concerned, it would take another two months.

It's been two weeks since I've signed the contract, don't know when will it get approve. I wish it would be faster.

Creation is hard, cheer me up!

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Kapitel 22: Night Raid (1)

WRIK GASPED along with the others, hearing about the population of the goblins.

"So, about a few hundred goblins are remaining and about fifties among them are elites?" Wrik asked Anton for confirmation. "Is there anything else that would be crucial?"

"Well, the number should be around three or four hundred," Anton pondered before shrugging. "And apart from that, there might be some female and infant goblins."

About fifty goblins with similar or a bit lower strength than them, and there were over three hundred mobs. It would still be a nightmare if all the goblins assaulted the seven of them at once. Even if the goblins came in half the number, the only thing that they could do then was fleeing. So, the best strategy would be to break their numbers when they were not united.

"We should make an ambush, bring their number lower," Wrik proposed, looking at the others. "What do you guys think?"

"When?" Tanya barely asked with one word, even in the dim blue light her emerald eye was sparkling. It looked like she didn't want to waste any time on the goblins anymore.

Wrik looked around. It was already dark and Anton mentioned that the goblin colony was in a subterranean region with strangling darkness. So, the sooner they move, the better it would be. He opened his mouth. "How about now?"

"Let's go then. I'll kill them, I'll kill 'em all," Anton answered maniacally, pointing his blade upwards. It looked like Anton still held some hatred against the goblins, even after killing hundreds of them himself.

"It looks like a few hours of rest was enough for you," Wrik said, looking at the enthusiastic figure stretching out his muscles and joints as it made cranking noises.

"Nah, I'm still exhausted as hell." Anton shook his head. "But I won't get proper rest if those bitches are still alive."

"Language, Ton. We got a kid here."

"Ahh, sorry."

While the others were not as enthusiastic as Anton, they still didn't oppose his intention. Delaying it would only cause complications later; the goblins were an immediate threat to them. It was good that the goblins didn't have that much intelligence, if not he wouldn't be so brazen about the plan.

Davin and Evan would be fine, but Wrik had some headache thinking about the other two. The kid was still panic-stricken, while he couldn't say anything about the girl. She seemed like she could handle herself.

Evan reassured the other two, murmuring to them about something Wrik couldn't hear, nor did he try to either. He couldn't do anything for them. The more they become dependent on others, the more disadvantaged they would become. Everyone has something to worry about, it'll be even more stressful if he has to worry over someone else's problem.

"Alright then, get ready. We'll leave in five minutes." Wrik clapped his hand as he got up as well. The condition of his leg was better than before. Nevertheless, it wasn't ready for fast manoeuvres or battle. He tried a few steps in all directions before saying, "It's going to be a long night."

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Anton didn't look worn out after a good rest and food. Contrary to being tired, he looked more fresh and enthusiastic, fooling around with others.

They swaggered down from the shelter. Wrik looked towards everyone's face. Tanya was expressionless as ever—she had taken in her combat mode. While Davin was something between nervousness and eagerness to prove himself; Wrik had learned from before. Although Davin was good with the sword, he was not good at killing. He was under a bit of pressure over the last few days about all the Mahasaying business, though he didn't talk with anyone about this.

Evan looked sharp. As a former trainee in the path of an Inquisitor, he knew what he was doing, while the other two looked . . . A bit unwilling. But they didn't express it out loud. So they were good.

This time the one leading them was not Tanya; instead, it was Anton; he volunteered it himself. Well, Anton was always good at tracking. He had done most of the fieldwork after Lucas left when they were at Elania. While Wrik being the brain.

"Ooh, they are quite close." the enthusiasm in Anton's face broadened. "There were above twenty creatures coming our way, it should be goblins."

"How do you know that?" Davin asked out of curiosity. The others were curious as well, including Wrik. He knew Anton was good at tracking, but it was not at this level when he could tell how many were there, or how close by they were.

"I'm an assassin. Although still not good enough, it's still easy to determine the heavy toddles of the goblins," Anton answered as he unsheathed the blade from his waist. "I didn't survive the five days for nothing."

This was what Anton was good at. And that was what Wrik liked the most about Anton's personality; Anton gets over his ordeal rather quickly. You could throw anything at him, if he survived it, he would laugh about it the next day. Something Wrik had a hard time dealing with.

Just what Ton said, they encountered over twenty goblins the next moment. They growled as soon as they found us, ready to throw themselves at us. And the figure of Anton seemed to enrage them more. They were with their usual weapons pike or club, with the crude armour.

"Man, it was just a fat king, couldn't you guys get over it! " Before even Anton finished his sentence, his legs moved towards them in a ghostly fashion. It looked like a blurry shadow. "Now look at the outcome." Anton taunted while slitting the neck of his fourth target. In just a breath of a second, he finished four of his targets. This showed how fearsome he would become after adapting thoroughly to his abilities.

"Don't just stand there, get busy," Wrik advised Davin who was bewildered, discovering Toni's butchery. He didn't have to bother Evan though as he was already in the conflict, and his two companions were beside him.

Wrik indulged himself in the tussle as well, though he was not as wild as Anton. He took care of the goblins that came in his way without moving much. Still, his wound in the leg flared up a bit, but it's not painful so he carried on.

The goblins here were only mobs. With so many companions here he didn't need to activate his innate ability, just took it as a practice for my mana application. While Tanya also seemed to practise multitasking and focus as well.

With the seven of them joining forces, the battle ended with ease. Well, Ton himself had killed half of the numbers and made it easy for others to finish them quickly.

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