Adventures Of A Goblin

He stood at the entrance with no door and only a curtain blocking the view where a loud moan was coming from.

Waiting for a while for the moan to die down, he called out.

"my king, I have an urgent news to relay".

"come on in".

Having been granted permission, he shifts the curtain and went inside.

Naked Goblinas laid on the floor, and the king sitting on his throne.

"what is it aide, that had you rushing over to intrude on my pleasure time".

"do forgive me my king, but I come bearing terrible news to deliver"

"enough with the suspense and get on with it"

"as you command my king".

"the Goblin prisoner has escaped from his cell my king".

"....."

Without being given a description of what the Goblin looks like, or what kind of prison it was, the king had already known, because there was only one Goblin locked up.

With an unchanging expression, and only slightly shifting his sitting position to bend his lower body with his hands resting on his lap, he asked.

"how"

"when we went into the cell to investigate, we saw pieces of his two palm and feet",

"we assumed he had cut both of it off to be free from the chains".

He did not mention the splattered blood because that was a normal thing to find in the cell where blood is constantly shed.

"that is what I am asking, how is someone with his feet cut off able to walk out of his cell"

"..."

"we do not know that much, but we also noticed traces of a blood coated feet walking its way out of the cell".

"I am to believe that he cut his own feet off, only to regenerate it back in one piece, and so very fast to add"

The aide could not refute nor make up any excuses to counter the kings question.

it does not make sense for one to have such an abnormal regenerative speed,

Even if he did have it, they would have found out during the time the fourth general and first general were carrying out their session on him.

"what about an accomplice?, did you confirm if he had someone else help him?",

"if so, the traces of blood coated feet could belong to his accomplice"

"about that my king, we matched the blood coated feet with the piece of feet that was in the cell"

"and....."

"it was an exact match my king".

The king sighed deeply as he rests his head on his fist.

"what is done is done, no use contemplating on it now, that will change nothing".

"and, what sort of action have you taken after you found out he has escaped"

"my king, I have sent our forces after him, I am sure we will hear some good news soon"

With only his eyebrow lifted up and the gaze falling on the aide.

"aide"

"yes my king"

"what do you think a prey can do when it becomes too desperate"

"..."

What sort of question is this, and what sort of answer should he give now,

Is what the aide thought as he kept his mouth shut and his lower body bent down deeply.

"when a prey becomes desperate, it becomes relentless and uncanny. It would rather die fighting than have itself served willingly",

"he had his own body parts cut off, despite the amount of pain he would have to go through, is that not supposed to be enough hint for you?"

"sending third rate forces after him, will only serve to empower him, and nothing more".

"if you want to catch a desperate prey, you need an experienced predator".

"call for the four generals, there is an hunt awaiting them".

"as you command my king".

The aide, swiftly went out to go fetch the generals as per the kings orders.

The king sat there, thinking, with a smirk on his face.

"so you escaped uhh?.."

Not long after, the aide came running back with the four general at his back.

They got to where their king was, and all went on their knees.

The other generals, had their heads down while the first general had his head up to speak on their behalf.

" you ordered for us my king"

"I did. I am sure you have all been notified of the news"

"yes we have my king, what would you have us do"

"what you do best. I want you to track him down, and bring him in alive".

"if he resists, break his bones and drag him back to me".

The second general who had only been listening, raised his head to speak.

"but my king, he is only one Goblin, having the four of us track him down, is a waste of manpower, if I must say my king"

"usually, that would be the case, but I can't take any more chances. He is dangerous, and I will advise you all to be careful around him".

It was the third general who raised his head next to speak.

"my king, what about the Orcs, if all four of us were to leave our post, I am afraid the Goblin army will not be enough to keep them at bay".

"no worries on that, for I will be leading the Goblin army myself",

"I believe, it is high time I get back to the battlefield".

they were all mesmerized,

After the king had unified the scattered goblins and drove out the Orcs,

He had left the subjugation of the remaining Orcs to the four generals and he retired as a warrior who now only attends to the goblinas.

If he wasn't attending to the Goblinas, he would make an appearance to the blood ring.

That, has been his usual schedule.

But now, he wants to lead the Goblins in battle against the Orcs.

It made the four generals curious of what thought runs In the king's head.

Regardless of their curiosity, they obliged to the orders of their king, as they exited the tent to go prepare for their hunt.

The king, watched them go and he shifted his attention back to the aide who was still on his knees.

"aide"

"yes my king"

"while I am out hunting for the orcs, I will leave the running of the kingdom over to you".

"as you command my king".

The king, got up from his throne, stretched his two arms, and tilted his head.

All in preparation for what is to come.

***

He stood at the giant gate before him with a worn-out body.

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He laments over his fate as the gate refuses to open for him.

He kept on banging it with his thorn made fist.

"why, why, why?"

"why am I not qualified enough?"

"what more do I need to do to be qualified?"

"what sort of nightmare do I have to experience to have you open up to me?".

"I have done everything I can, I am ready now, so please, please do not reject me"

"give me a chance to prove myself before you discard me away"

"I can do this, I am sure I can"

"please, please, please",

"a chance is all I ask".

He falls to his knees as tears flowed out from his eyes, with his thorned hand still on the massive gate.

A creak sound was made, followed by more creaking sound, then came a gust of wind that blew him away.

Hia body fell to the ground, and he covered his face from the tonardo like wind that was coming his way.

When it was over, he slowly removed his hand to see what had caused the wind to blow that heavily.

A smile lashed itself to his face as he saw that it had opened up to him.

End Of The Volume 1.