Capítulo 35: Searching for Strength
After talking a little more with Rontu, he turned back into a dragon and flew to his mountain. The feeling of power I got from draining the magic stone was intoxicating, and I knew that if I kept doing this I could get strong enough to avenge my parents. I haven't killed a human before, and I hope I hate the feeling. I don't want to kill mindlessly, but I won't give mercy to the people who killed my parents just because we were different. However, before I exact my revenge there was still one problem- 'Where can I find enough magic stones?' I hadn't asked Rontu where he got the one he gave me, but it was big and clear enough to come from a very strong monster, and there porbably wouldn't be that many other monsters of the same strength. There was, of course, all the wolves, but I don't want to kill any of them and I wouldn't win a fight even if we had one, so I'd rather not attack them. The place that would best fit my needs is a dungeon, but I have never heard of one near Blacksummit. As I had no better solution to my problem, I started walking north through the forest, trying to be as quiet as possible.
As I walked, I tried to train my aura sensing ability because I had nothing better to do, and if I could get it to Rontu's level it could help to find monsters to kill and not get ambushed. I didn't make much progress, but I was able to learn enough to roughly judge an enemy's strength compared to mine. After a few minutes, I found my first group of victims.
Five goblins searched through the forest; small, green skinned, ugly. They were apparently very common elsewhere, but I had never heard of any goblins around Blacksummit. 'Maybe I have the wolves to thank for that' I realized, before refocusing on my enemies. They were much weaker than me and I didn't plan on using my werewolf form, but I still wanted to be prepared. Females never have a quick death if goblins were involved, and I did not want to experience that. I put on the gauntlet I got from my mother before jumping through the undergrowth into the path of the goblins.
They were all wearing thin leather armour - most likely stolen from adventurers - and weilded crude wooden clubs. Their heads came up to my elbows, and they smelt terrible, my enhanced senses not letting their disgusting stench leave my brain. When I jumped into their path they all looked at my face before their eyes fixed onto a certain part of my body, and they all started jabbering in their own language. Sadly, even though they were obviously distracted, they still prepared for a fight as well as they could with their clubs. Rushing towards the one closest to the front, I slashed it with the claws on my gauntlets. Other brawlers might have had to take some time to get used to using slashing attacks rather than punches, but as I was used to fighting in my werewolf form it wasn't much different to how I normally fought.
The goblin I lunged at couldn't keep up with my speed, and my claws blinded its left eye and left a few gashes trailing across its face. I had wanted to kill it in one hit, but it had managed to move backward enough to avoid death. Irritated, I swung my hand back, swiping horizontally at its head. All the playfulness was gone from its functioning eye, and it used both hands to support its wooden club to stop my blow. Despite my expectations, my claws didn't cut through it instantly, and instead got stuck partway through. As the other goblins started moving, I realized I had to move quickly. Picking up my leg, I kicked at its shoulder, which was quite easy due to its height. At the same time, I pulled the rest of my body backward to force the club out of the goblin's hand, as having an extra weight is better than losing one of my weapons.
After pulling back from the first goblin, I sucessfully removed my gauntlet from the club while the goblins moved towards me. They were not very coordinated, and only two came at me at once. This was because the goblin who I had attacked first was shouting at them - maybe giving orders? - and had taken a club from one of the other goblins. Focusing back on the goblins attacking me, I moved to the left and pierced that goblin through the neck before it had time to react. When I had looked over my claws before the battle, I noticed that the end was tapered to a point so they could be used to stab as well as slash. Sliding the goblin off my blade, I faced another two attacks, while the commander goblin stood behind the two goblins attacking me. They were both swinging at my knees, so I jumped and tucked my legs in to avoid their attacks. If they hit it probably wouldn't hurt that much, but my knees would buckle and I would fall to the ground. I felt really cool as I watched the scared eyes of the goblins below me track me through the air. Landing just behind them, I spun and slashed them on the back of their necks, instantly killing them. As I started to turn around, I felt a sharp pain on my ribs. Completing my turn, I saw the goblin commander preparing to swing at me again. 'Stupid!' I said to myself. I shouldn't have turned my back to them. Frowning at my mistake, I pierced the goblin commander's head to kill it instantly. The final goblin looked smaller than the others, and had a terrified look on its face. After it looked me in the eye, it stumbled backward and ran as fast as its stumpy legs could carry it. Not wanting to let my prey escape, I chased it down and killed it as soon as it was within my reach. The attack from the goblin commander would leave a large welt, but that was it. If it hit a regular person it might've broken a few ribs, but not me. Gathering the bodies together, I took out a serated knife from my bag and searched for their mana stones.
Probably because I am a werewolf, but I was never disgusted by blood and gore, which was very good now, as I had just dug through the bodies of five goblins. Looking at the collection of mana stones in front of me, I sighed. They were small, about the size of a cherry tomato but, more importantly, they were extremely cloudy. The size of mana stones correlated to the body size of the monster it came from, but the clarity would show better how strong they were. Picking up the goblin commander's mana stone, which was slightly clearer than the others, I repeated what Rontu had shown me, and after a long time of struggling, I had a pile of dust in my hands. It was much harder without help, it felt like trying to catch a lively fish with your bare hands. It also hurt slightly, which I didn't feel when Rontu was doing it. I also didn't absorb all of the life force; the same as Rontu did. I don't know why, but if he did it it was probably the correct thing to do. Looking back at the stuff in my hands, I thought 'It's really fine, isn't it?'. When it fell off of my hand it would completely disappear before getting close to the ground. Not wasting any more time, I dusted off my hands and repeated the same thing with the other cores before time ran out. The core of the goblin that ran away was actually as clear as the commander's core, but I didn't pay much attention to it, I was almost out of time so I drained it quickly and thought about what I should do next.
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