Kapitel 47: Scouting the Depth of Thrine Forest
"Another goblin tribe, huh?" Ian asked with a bored tone. Wordlessly he, cast multiple Arcane Shot, killing the surprised goblins and the archers at the back.
For the ones at the front that possessed shields, he left it to the oaf. The said oaf merely snorted before a powerful swing unleashed an arc of slash, which traveled a distance of 30 feet, cutting the goblins in the distance.
Though its range is rather small, against a concentrated force, it was easy for him to exterminate multiple enemies at once.
"Only the big guy and the magic guy are left," Kell exclaimed, the big guy referring to the hobgoblins while the magic guy was the nickname for the goblin shamans.
"Like usual?" he asked, prompting Ian to snort. "Like we would have it the other way," Kell jumped straight to the hobgoblins while Ian cast Shield before getting close to the shaman, ready to kill it.
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"How many tribes those this make? 4? Or is it 3?" Ian facepalmed.
"It's 4, or can you not count that high?" he asked. While it is impossible to remember how many goblins they have killed, he was sure their goblin's kill count had reached the triple-digit at this point, the number of tribes is a different story.
"I just confused that one of the tribes was close to one another so I thought maybe they are from the same tribe," Kell pointed out.
"... Alright, I understand why you ask such a thing," Ian reluctantly said.
"How deep should we go?" Kell changed the subject, looking at the path into the deeper part of Thrine Forest with a frown.
"As deep as we can go without alerting the goblin chieftain," Ian said, his eyes also looking in the same direction as Kell's.
Kell nodded. They have discussed the plan. While they exterminate the tribes nearer to the outskirts of the forest, they will slowly push deeper, with the end goal being at least laying their eyes on the base of the goblin's horde.
They began moving, preparing for the worst.
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"This is worse than I thought," Kell said out loud, looking at the sight in front of him in disguise.
"Alas, we need to keep on going," Ian exclaimed, bracing himself as he was forced to face what could be considered the hardest challenge so far.
Thick leafless thorn bushes blocked their path to the deeper part of the forest. Ian eyed the thorns, but none of it looked inviting. It looks painful to traverse through such a treacherous environment.
Without a word, Ian cast Flame and launched it at a nearby bush, watching in satisfaction as the thorn bushes were devoured by the flame. However, his victory was cut short when a new bush replaced the destroyed one, somehow growing thicker than its predecessor.
"My turn," Kell said smugly. He used Power Slash, the same attack that destroy an entire goblin assault with ease. The skill easily destroys the bush in front of him.
As he dashed forward, Kell failed to take account of the remaining bush, along with the fact the cut bush was quickly replaced. As a result, he received a hug from all sides by the thorn bushes.
It took Ian almost 20 minutes to save him, mostly because he spent more than half of the time laughing at Kell.
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"So, that is a bust," Kell said, "Looks like we won't be able to enter the deeper part," as he lay down, his eyes squint.
"Ian?" his voice became low, making Ian feel slightly worried for some reason.
"Yes?"
"Does that road have always been there?" the big man pointed at a road, that surprisingly, doesn't have any thorn bushes on it.
"Probably yes," Ian replied before backing away from the slowly angered Kell.
"Then what the heck had we been going through the past 2 hours?!" as he raged on, Ian sent a silent prayer to the monsters that they would meet soon.
Kell is pissed, and the monsters will be a good place to release all of his pent-up frustration on.
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Goblin #1567 is excited about its duty. It has finally grown big enough to become a full-fledged fighter of its tribe. The older gobs have always been the role models of the younger gobs.
The older gobs got all the good things, from the best equipment to even having a chance to mate with one of the breeding humans.
If it did good, #1567 would probably get the same privilege as the older gobs. But now, #1567 needs to make sure the outer camp is protected.
The outer camp is where the chief gob put the other gobs before sending them to expeditions, one that is always filled with older gobs.
The expedition always gets good things, such as food, better equipment, and most important of all, breeding humans.
Oh, how #1567 wants to be part of it. But it had to be patient and prove itself to Chief Gob. And help protect this place from slimes and other beasts that try to get their hands on the food of the tribe.
Yet, it hear a loud enraged roar not unlike of a Wild Bear. Wild Bear is terrifying. Not even the strong gob could handle them alone. Before #1567 could call the other gobs, the being, one #1567 realized was not a bear, shredded through the defenses with ease.
A closer look showed the being looked like a breeding human! But why does this breeding human not have those big chests, and why is it scarier than even a Wild Bear?
That thought was the last thing #1567 ever thought before he was killed by a huge log thrown at its face.
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"You should calm down," sure, the man might be angry because they tried to find ways to pass through the damned thorn bushes only to find there is a perfectly good road- oh, who was he kidding. He endorsed Kell on unleashing his wrath upon the goblin population of Thrine City.
"I. Am. Calm." Ian did not believe him but whatever floated his best friend's boat.
"We should try to see if they already achieved something like archiving and recording detailed information," which is unlikely but maybe they scratched something into the woods or something.
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"What do you know, they did scratch something?" it is just a measly single line being repeated all over but counting it with all the supplies they found, it is the same number as the supplies, showing that some goblins are smart enough to count.
Truly, the goblin that did this needs to be awarded the Nobel Prize for goblins.
"What should we do?" Kell asked, looking at the camp with a frown.
"I think, we should leave and tell the guild of our finding, and collect all the magic core, after all, getting paid for it would help us a lot,"
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