Chapter 25: Chapter 25 – The Goblin Trap (Krossa Mine IX)

“What exactly did you do to the bodies?” Artos asked as we left the camp, trudging through the now empty battlefield.

Atreyu began a lengthy explanation about the system and how the looting process worked, occasionally bringing up the system screen to show what he meant rather than his shoddy attempt at replicating the explanation I had given him. Artos was no doubt dumbfounded and amazed by how it worked before glancing at me with that look of “You better hook me up with that too.”

In due time buddy!

I walked alongside Sparky and the pack as I felt the wolves were feeling somewhat lonely, their friendship with me had grown immensely since our first meeting. We could count on their abilities, as everyone in Vern Village had witnessed their expert patrolling abilities last night. They had taken turns keeping watch while we all snored away. The villagers thanked them by giving them some extra meat as a treat, along with varying degrees of patting and scratching by the more ballsy ones.

The makeshift hay beds swiftly bodged up by the local innkeeper weren’t as good as the soft feathery ones at Brina’s place but were sufficient to get decent shuteye. One downside to this was the lack of a well-rested bonus. This sucked, as it would have been nice to go in with the boosted stats. I really should have stol… taken that beautiful bed I had slept in the night before, but I doubt Brina would forgive me if she had found out. I would need to ask Azer where she got it from at some point.

We had been walking for about an hour when we noticed puffs of smoke emerging from atop the treetops, shortly followed by the acrid smell of dry firewood. Everyone entered a sneaky stance and did their best not to make any sudden movements, we split into two groups.

Artos, Sparky, and the others moved to the side where they would encircle around and flank what we assumed to be the goblin camp. Atreyu and Ronta joined me as we made our way forward.

The woody smell of the smoke became more pungent as we neared a small clearing deep in the bowels of this montane forest. Atreyu found a steady tree and climbed to the top, where he motioned to us that he had spotted the Goblins. He motioned to us that this tree was sufficient for him to get some great shots in and finished by waving at us to get a move on.

I figured the others should have gotten in position by now and moved on. The second we entered the clearing, about fifteen Goblins stood up in surprise and quickly gathered their weapons before bunching together in formation behind their leader, the largest one, who towered above me, similar in size to Ronta. I reckoned he must have become the de facto leader after the death of that big bastard I had killed the day before, but it seemed like none of them knew it was me who had slayed the chief.

They were about to charge toward us when I shouted, “Stop! I’m here to talk!” I raised my hands to let them know I wasn’t armed but managed to charge my hands full of magic just in case they tried attacking.

The goblins scratched their heads before looking at each other and murmuring amongst themselves. The big one tilted its head before grunting, “Human… speak?”

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“Yes, Human… speak,” I sighed in relief, nodding my head. “Goblin look… no weapon in hand.” I decided to imitate how the goblins were talking to make it easier for them to understand. I just hoped it didn’t piss them off.

The large one turned and began grunting with the others for a moment before he turned back again, “Goblin talk with human.” As he said this, the others put their weapons down and seemed slightly relaxed. A few others still looked full of that bloodthirsty anger, the same we had seen during the raid at Vern.

I was just thankful the translation system extended to goblin speech. “What is goblin’s name? Human name Ali’Creed, this human friend… Ronta.” I introduced ourselves while pointing with my finger. I reckoned it would make things easier if it was on a first-name basis.

“Err, Goblin name… Feg.” He grunted, pointing at his chest. “Why Ali human and Ronty human talk with Feg goblin?” He asked, followed by a grunt.

Ronta seemed kind of pissed off at his name being butchered, his blood no doubt began to boil, and his face had gone as red as a rose, but somehow the dumb bull managed to hold himself back. I bet he couldn’t wait for the talk to go to shit so he could start swinging that giant sword around like a raging lunatic again.

I took a quick second to scan Feg, curious to see his stats.