25: Action Plan D11.2 25: Action Plan D11.2 Upon receiving the Rusty Sword that previously belonged to the Goblin Windmill Knight from his fellow goblins, Big Goblin felt an elevation within himself.
…Really?
[Goblin Sword Fighter R3 LV13]
Strength: 25
Agility: 25
Constitution: 18
Intelligence: 6
Perception: 18
Charm: 1
Equipnt: Rusted Longsword (Armor Break 5)
Skills:
Goblin Swordsmanship LV1: It considers this swordsmanship.
Armor Break 1
[Patrol of the Goblin Sword Fighter Camp (no night-ti bonus)]
D110=d110(88)=88
→☆→☆→☆→✧←★←★←★←
The Hero crouches slightly, breath held low, carefully discerning the scattered footprints of the goblins, and moves forward quietly.
The goblins that had previously gathered at the Windmill Knight’s camp had all disappeared without a trace, leaving only the Windmill Knight’s stripped and rotting corpse.
Except for so special existences, the bodies of Magic Creatures tend to return to nature quite quickly.
However, even without following the tracks, the Hero knows where her next destination would be.
It is the nearby Big Goblin Camp.
She still maintains her original posture.
The manner of progression, defying moral education, makes the girl’s body temperature slightly higher than usual in the evening breeze.
But she tries her best to ignore these sensations, her feet lightly touching the ground, her steps as light and agile as a cat’s, disappearing into the night wind.
The shadows cast by the night veilwork to hide her pale skin, as starlight playfully flutters the thin veil from ti to ti.
Soon, the Hero approaches her destination.
The Goblin Camp is lit with bright firelight, these successfully kindled fires—although the goblins’ brains are not always capable of success—are bustling with the celebration of the new chief’s evolution.
Under the fla’s glow, a tall goblin is indulgently holding up a Rusty Sword, occasionally posing with it, but as for whether those are standard postures, even a novice Swordsman apprentice would shake his head if he saw them.
“The number has increased, and it seems the leader has gotten bigger?”
The Hero widens her eyes and pays close attention, noticing that most of the goblins are gathered around the Goblin Sword Fighter, with only a few strays, either foraging, searching for firewood, or perhaps so other physiological activity.
Moreover, that Big Goblin, compared to the first ti she saw him, seems noticeably more robust.
[Is there any food available?]
1.
Yes♛
2.
No
D2=d2(1)=1
[The Hero’s next move—]
1.
Attempt to sneak in
2.
Attempt to lure
3.
Discovered!
4-6.
Transform!♛
7-9.
Kill the periphery first
10.
Critical Success/Extre Failure
D10=d10(6)=6
→☆→☆→☆→✧←★←★←★←
After observing the change in the Goblin Group, the Hero’s gaze turns to the bonfire, where she instantly sees the various dry rations in her backpack and the strange foods the goblins have gathered from who knows where.
There are greasy grilled fat bugs, suspicious chunks of at, and rations that seem to be ten years out of date.
Nurous foods are being roasted in front of the bonfire, emitting a complex and fascinating scent that undoubtedly stimulates the appetite, exciting the goblins even more.
Goblins are omnivorous Magic Creatures; they can eat at, grass and, when necessary, can survive on soil and dew alone.
It is this tenacious Life Force and their excessive reproductive power that have firmly secured goblins in the ecological niche of Low-level Demons, whether it’s abandoned mines or this desolate battlefield relic, nothing can hinder their proliferation.
Even so, goblins possess the intelligence to preserve food and will take out these foods at the right ti for a feast.
But in the eyes of an onlooker, there is no sense of joy in the green-skins’ revelry; their ugly figures under the firelight are even more glaring, saliva flying before food, like a Nightmare of demons dancing, a sight that only sickens the stomach.
“These guys…”
The Hero watches this scene with disgust.
She hesitates No More.
Her slender waist subtly sways, hands and feet join together, her tender green pupils turn vertical, Scales creeping from her neck to her cheeks.
An empty backpack, containing only the Magic Stone, falls to the ground, its Light and Floating sound attracting no attention.
Big Snake makes its appearance.
It slithers through the shadows, relying on the instinct of a Hunter, it avoids the light of the fire and the gaze of the goblins, heading toward the Goblin Sword Fighter at the center…
[Hero (Snake) LV10]
Strength: 15( 5)
Agility: 29( 10)
Constitution: 43( 5)
Intelligence: 5(-10)
Perception: 25( 10)
Charm: 20
[Hero’s Stealth (Perception 25)]
D100 25=d100(87) 25=112
[Hero’s Stealth > Patrol 88, Successful]
→☆→☆→☆→✧←★←★←★←
This is the second ti the Hero has undertaken Stealth, and this ti she does it in the form of a snake.
It’s difficult to imagine how a green Tree Serpent, which normally lives in the forest, could vanish into thin air in the remains of this battlefield.
But the Hero manages it.
She is not of the Thief Profession, and naturally, she had not trained in Stealth, but perhaps it is an innate instinct of serpents, or maybe she harbors a hidden Talent for it.
The breeze blowing across the wilds, shadows from the firelight, the Dark gifted by the night sky, broken walls, abandoned trenches, the soft earth and stone, the noise of the goblins…
Everything conspires to provide cover for the Big Snake, allowing her to slowly and surely approach the central Goblin Sword Fighter.
She climbs on walls, hides in the shadows, and even burrows half her body into the earth—
Finally, within range.
[Hero’s Assault (Agility 29, Successful Stealth 30)]
D100 29 30=d100(90) 29 30=149
[Goblin Sword Fighter’s Perception]
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