Adventures Of A Goblin

"you have come Goblin, I have been expecting you".

"from the moment I was informed that the four Goblin generals were dead, I knew, that it was your doing. And that it wouldn't be long before you find your way back to me".

The Goblin king's voice echoed out through the fields, passing by the hundreds of armed goblins spread out before him, until it got to the Goblin who had the eyes of the Goblin multitudes layed on him.

"i can see you have been expecting me.., especially with the crowd you have managed to bring together".

"are you that scared to face me alone..., Goblin king".

The crowd the Goblin is referring to here, is the other goblins whose expression bares malice and hatred towards him.

The Goblin king, stationed at the very end of his Goblin army, sitting on his throne that has a podium underneath it, allowing him to tower over the Goblin despite being sitted.

"don't mind them too much. They are only here to see if you are qualified enough to go up against their king".

"prove your worth to them by walking down their cold dead bodies as you finally make your way up to me".

"your actions disgusts me. I can see that you are even more of a coward than I thought of you as".

"say that after you have me kneeling on your toes".

"dont worry, I will grant you your wish soon enough".

After a long brooding over what he should do, the Goblin finally decided to not wait until he evolved before facing the Goblin king.

He was ready to risk it all to put an end to the ill relationship between himself and the Goblin king.

He climbed down the stairs leading to the lower floor where the Goblin base is. When he got down to the floor, he ran, heading for the location displayed in his head.

He had not gone too far from the floor's entrance when Oracle called his awareness to the multiple signatures of lifeforms picked up by the detection. The Goblin stopped running, and instead walked over to where the life signatures were coming from.

What he saw when he got to the location the life signature had picked up from, he was a little bit appalled by the sight.

An open field in a place that was supposed to be filled with trees of tremendous sizes, armed goblins lined up in four rolls, with a podium at the end.

The Goblin king taking on a sitting position of having his laps spread apart, his fist used as an holding stick to rest his chin on, and his great sword placed in between his laps.

In there, the Goblin looked so out of place with his insignificant height.

It was a surprise to the Goblin on how the Goblin king was not only able to spot him from afar, despite being over shadowed by the Goblin armies in his front, but also how the Goblin king knew it was him despite having a new different body.

The Goblin's surprised face was quick to wear off when he remembered that the same thing had happened once before, when he was first captured by the fourth Goblin general.

Courtesy of the Goblin king's skill being able to predict glimpses of what is to come, even going as far as informing him of when his four most prized warriors have been killed.

that is, according to the information he had gotten directly from the mouth of the Goblin king during his capture.

What really had him surprised, is the speed with which the Goblin armies were assembled just in time for his arrival.

'or have they been here all this while, expectant of when I was going to come?....'

The Goblin thought, but it did not matter which of the option it is. The essential thing is, the Goblin armies are here, and are not on a friendly note with him.

Walking over the dead bodies of his Goblin armies?...., the Goblin, scoffs at the gruesome remark of the Goblin king.

Without any hesitation, the Goblin charges forward at the Goblin king's armies. The armies are in no wrong as they are only following the command given to them by their ruler.

He can easily jump over the Goblin armies and head straight for their king, but he doesn't want to do that.

The greatest form of disrespect one can show towards a warrior who has resolved himself to die in battle, is ignorance to the resolve of said warrior.

He knows what it feels like to be ignored because he is weak, the emotional pain and discomfort that comes with it, is nothing to joke with. After having gone through that experience, he has learned and understood from it.

The Goblin warriors he is about to have a face off with, are all warriors who have resigned themselves to whatever outcome they face, he isn't ready to sully their resolve with his arrogance. He will gladly take them on, and kill them all as they come, fulfilling their resolve as warriors.

As the Goblin continued his hasty march towards the Goblin armies who are also charging at him with their weapons raised up, he sprouts out vines from his sides and aimed them in the direction the Goblin armies were coming from.

The vines uprooted from the ground like roots growing out, moved past the Goblin and hurriedly covered the distance between it and the Goblin armies.

The vines getting to the Goblin armies, delved right through the stomach of the Goblin hoard that took the lead. It lifted up the Goblin's body as if showcasing its might of killing the Goblin in one stroke, despite not having a consciousness.

The other vines that came next, just like the first vine also started stabbing through the stomach of the Goblins they came across.

The might and numbers of the Goblin became useless as they all continued to fall victims to the vines.

Some of the Goblins present there, struggled by fighting back in ways only they could.