Trapped in Another World With No Magic

Chapter 149: Goblins VS False Goblins

A carriage creaks as it rocks back and forth. Chains and anchor rings rattle and jingle with every little jostling motion. Insects buzz and hum in the distance as amphibians sing their evening songs.

They are normal sounds, filling the forest with their noise.

Hungry eyes gaze upon the carriage as it and several others behind it make their way down the dirt-laden path towards the war mountain.

This hunger is not one that can be sated, however. It is not food that is desired. Pure greed and malice are the driving forces of those watching the carriages from their hidden positions amongst the trees and shrubs. Many treasures of all kinds are ferried to and from the war mountain. They are easy targets, and those who are the quickest and strongest get to take the spoils of their choosing.

The only being in the world that matters is the one whose gaze trails to the tallcat driving the leading carriage as it approaches. Tallcats are tricky to deal with because they are fast as well as strong. But, they are arrogant because they are tall, just like all of the other talllings. Their blood still flows when they are cut and stabbed, and their screams and cries still make this particular green-skinned warrior laugh.

The most satisfying victories are against those who think they are stronger than him, since he is the greatest and most important being in the world.

The Warrior glances cautiously from his hiding place. Others have constantly started appearing to try and take his loot, and many of them have successfully stolen his treasures. He would love nothing more than to kill them all and steal his rightful treasures back, but they have their uses. They make great distractions when fighting talllings, and some of them even save the only true warrior in the world the effort of killing the enemies himself. If he's really lucky, they kill each other.

Today is just another such hunt for treasures. The tallcat appears to be female, which is a bonus whether she lives or dies. And, most likely, there are other talllings in the carriage. As long as he's not the first one to charge, he can wait for the right time to attack and outlive the fools who lead.

Sure enough, a cry from one of the other green-skinned thieves arises as he bursts out of the trees from a high branch, landing on the carriage. Dozens of other green-skins join the attack just as quickly, and the Warrior cackles as he rises to his feet. He will wait for just the right moment and take what is his.

He rushes towards the pullbeasts of the front carriage. Pullbeasts can be frightening when they panic, but they are the first thing that needs to be dealt with, or else the prey might escape.

The green-skins far outnumber the greatest army of the foolish tallings, making this just as easy as all of the other attacks before.

The tallcat doesn't move, stricken with fear as the Warrior closes in on the pullbeasts. Even the pullbeasts are afraid to move. The Warrior cries out his mighty battle-cry as he swings his ax with its painfully jagged blade. "Gyaaaahhhhh!"

Reddish brown slow poison marks his battle-harden weapon, and the pullbeasts will be helpless when he takes out their legs.

The ax comes across with ferocity, and the pullbeast doesn't even look at him. He slams the blade straight into its knee, but to his surprise, the ax bounces off with a surprising 'clonk!'.

Confused by this turn of events, the Warrior snarls. "Shi-shi mo-al-okka!" curses the Warrior, swinging his ax again, this time for below the knee.

Still, the same 'clonk' follows the impact, and pain sears through his hands. He cries out, "Bakyaka! Ba! Fusu-lesa!" He stumbles back a step, plopping his ax head down onto the dirt.