Soon, all the goblins scattered throughout the forest outside the camp had fallen under my spear. I took my ti to absorb the souls of each fallen goblin.
[Soul fragnts 30/100]
My ntal counter registered the progress. I was advancing well, but there was still work to do. In the camp were three goblin fighters and the goblin shaman. The latter was especially dangerous: a goblin capable of using spells, a full-fledged mage.
After stalking to the closest possible position, I ran out of the grass directly toward the shaman. It was a priority to eliminate him first; his magical abilities made him the greatest threat.
At that precise mont, a small goblin discovered . He roared with all his might, giving the alarm of an intruder. Accompanied by that roar, the three goblin fighters imdiately tensed, holding a knife in one hand and a shield in the other to protect the small shaman.
The goblin shaman raised the stick he had in his hand and pronounced incomprehensible words.
The next mont, a crimson fireball the size of a ball erged from the wooden stick and headed toward at great speed.
Indeed, he is a mage!, I ntally confird. Just as this thought crossed my mind, the fireball was already in front of my eyes. Without wasting any more ti, I moved the spear with precision and split the small igneous sphere.
A great fla suddenly opened, subrging my figure completely. Enveloped by the crimson fire, I felt as if I had fallen into a burning furnace. Severe pain coursed through my entire body, but thanks to my resistance, it was nothing I couldn't endure.
I quickly assessed my condition and felt relieved to verify that the damages were not serious. I appeared apparently unhard in front of the small goblin, who looked at with eyes bulging in surprise.
The next mont, my sharp spear pierced the goblin shaman's head. His green blood splattered my face as his body collapsed lifeless. One less problem.
The three goblin fighters roared with fury upon seeing their shaman fall. They pounced on with their knives raised, but I was already prepared. The spear deflected the first attack, and with a quick turn, I pierced the chest of the first goblin.
The second tried to attack from behind, but my survival instinct alerted just in ti. I ducked, dodging by milliters the blade that sought my neck, and counterattacked with an upward movent that found its target under the goblin's jaw.
The third, seeing the fate of his companions, hesitated for a second. That was his fatal error. I didn't give him ti to reconsider his position. I launched myself toward him with all my speed and, before he could raise his shield, my spear had already found his heart.
As the last goblin fell, I felt how the adrenaline gradually left my body. I looked around, observing the carnage I had caused. Dozens of goblin bodies lay scattered throughout the forest and camp. The operation had been a complete success.
I focused again and absorbed the souls of the last fallen, feeling how my power increased with each incorporated essence.
[Soul fragnts 37/100]
I still had a long way to go to reach my goal, but every step counted. I searched the camp for anything useful. I found so weapons, provisions, and objects that might serve later. It was always good to be prepared.
***
I stalked silently among the dense vegetation, completely motionless. My eyes missed no detail of the movents in front of the so-called "Goblin Nest."
The air of the dark forest was impregnated with the unmistakable stench of goblins—a mixture of rancid sweat, decomposing at, and wet mud—that extended throughout the camp.
I had ticulously studied this settlent for days. Hundreds of goblins distributed in dozens of ruined tents, all strategically camouflaged among the thickness of the forest. No unsuspecting traveler could detect them at a glance, which explained the success of their ambushes. An intelligent design, I had to admit.
My target was in front of , in the center of the camp: a disproportionately large structure made with interwoven branches and dry mud. And there, standing in front of his "palace," was he.
The Goblin Champion.
Imposing with his more than two ters in height, he wore black armor that contrasted with his dark green skin. The long-handled axe he held probably weighed as much as any of his subordinates. He was not a simple goblin; his constitution and presence more closely resembled the orcs that inhabit the upper floors. This was no ordinary adversary. His power could not be underestimated.
At his side, I distinguished a short shaman with a tattered white robe and a staff carved with symbols that I could not recognize from my position. There was also a goblin priest, a rarity that I had not encountered before. The presence of other classes considerably complicated my plans.
Four centurions with heavy armor and two-handed swords ford a protective periter around the Goblin Champion. They were considerably taller than common goblins, reaching approximately 1.7 ters, and were equipped with superior armant to the standard. These were Hobgoblins, a slightly inferior version to the first hobgoblin I had faced.
Completing the picture, I identified more than twenty guards strategically distributed. Although of lesser stature—approximately 1.5 ters—they wore leather armor and a heterogeneous assortnt of weapons. Despite their less impressive appearance, their individual strength surpassed that of any goblin I had previously faced.
Almost thirty goblins. Eliminating them would end this mission.
The rewards that the tower would grant for completing this task would be substantial. Not to ntion the soul fragnts I would obtain from each eliminated goblin, especially from the Goblin Lord.
However, even I was not so reckless as to launch myself frontally against such a nurous group. I needed a carefully planned strategy, not an act of suicidal bravery.
After several minutes of deliberation, I ntally traced a plan. It wasn't perfect, but it compensated for my limitations against the enemy's nurical superiority. With the decision made, my figure slowly vanished among the vegetation.
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