Goblin Kingdom (Part 1)

Goblin Kingdom - Volume 2:The Witching Hour

StatusNameGi DaRaceGoblinLevel36ClassRarePossessed SkillsSpearmanship C-; Knowledge of the Spear; Spear Throwing; Overpowering Howl; Unreasonably StubbornDivine ProtectionNoneAttributesNone

As the adventurers kicked down the door of every house, they warily asked the humans they found of the goblins' whereabouts.

"Where are they?" Bellan asked in that interrogative manner he'd picked up when he was still a knight, while Mill asked the women left in the village about the saint. As a result, they were able to confirm that the saint was in fact still alive, and so they hurried their pace even as they kept a watchful eye out.

Lopping off the protruding branch and kicking off the ground, they chased after the goblins with hastened gait.

Mill led from the front. After confirming the saint's survival, her desire to save her reached the peak, and she could not help but take the most dangerous position of them all. As someone who was originally famed for her speed, her haste made the group of adventurers go even faster.

Still, there was a limit to the distance one could cross in a day. Half the day later, they reached a lake and happened upon a group of lizard men. The ghastly Mill and the war-loving Gulland made short work of them, then they hurried themselves even more. But in the end, they had to stop to make camp when the day came to a close.

"Just a little bit more. If we go just a little further," Mill pestered, but Gulland firmly shook his head.

"...Wyatt," Mill turned to Wyatt.

But he only agreed with Gulland. "Sorry, but he's right this time."

Mill drooped her shoulders at that.

"Actually," Fick said when he saw the downhearted maiden. "If you don't mind accompanying me alone, I still have to patrol the area."

Wyatt wryly smiled when he saw Fick wink after saying that, while Gulland just said that they could do whatever they want. Shortly after, Mill left with Fick.

Then after an hour of searching around the camp, Fick came to a halt.

"Well paint me green and call me a goblin," Fick said with an expression that wanted to laugh but couldn't.

"What? Is something there?" Mill asked.

"You bet, a huge horde of almost a hundred of them gobs," Fick said as he quietly traced back his steps, planning to retreat, but when he saw Mill, he stopped.

"Hey!" Fick quietly called. "What are you doing?"

"Thank you, Fill," Mill said. "Lady Reshia is there. I have to save her."

Fick managed to catch her by the shoulder before she left. Quieting his voice as much as he could, he rebuked her. "Are you stupid? Look at the situation!"

The sun had already set. With darkness everywhere, it was no longer a time of man but of monsters. Fighting in this darkness, in which the monsters could fight at their best, was nothing short of suicide.

"Let go!" Mill said as she struggled with Fick, but then they both heard something sound from the thickets. Like a pair of deer caught in the headlights, the both of them stood frozen still for a moment before deciding to retreat.

"...We're going, ok?"

"Damn it... Just wait, Lady Resiha! I'll definitely save you!"

The two adventurers quickly retreated from the goblin horde.

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Meanwhile, Gowen Ranid stopped at the village the adventurers left. Before him was a plate of simple food no different from what his men ate, a pile of paperwork that needed to be done, and the residents of this village.