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Tutorial Rewrite 36
🕑 Added 2023-01-08 15:06:19 +0000 UTCNow, which way is the exit again? I’m pretty sure it should be towards the hut, but I’m not entirely sure, it could really be any wa-,
No. It’s in the direction of the hut.
There’s… there’s a lot of goblins appearing from just beyond it. I can smell them. It smells as though they’re spawning in, but I think it’s more that they’re entering the designated forest area. You see, there was an invisible barrier keeping me inside a certain area, but that’s unimportant now.
It isn’t a dozen. It isn’t two dozen, or three dozen, or even four dozen.
It’s in the hundreds.
Huh. Uh. Um…
Realistically speaking, they shouldn’t be here for me specifically, right? I mean, I’m just a little guy. I’ve done nothing worthy of getting an entire army sent at me, have I? Exactly—never in my days! This must be for something else entirely. Like, uh… Maybe one of those goblins was a war criminal hiding out here? Or those bears that I killed had a history of eating royal babies. If either of those two are the case, then there’s no reason to come here, army! Your faithful friend and servant has destroyed both dangers, which means that you have no reason to fear—none whatsoever! Your saviour is here.
…Why are they still approaching? For some reason, they seem to be heading straight for my position. Not a single little goblin is out of formation. All of them smell the same, too. Metal. Sweat. That sort of stuff. The determination is palpable around them.
Should I run? Can I run?
They’re coming from the hypothetical East, right where I think the exit is, so they’re blocking it. On the other hand, I could just hide. Fetal position blowover will keep me hidden, and if I remain in that position in some secure place for a few days, they should leave.
…But will I still get the complete clear from that? I mean, it’s enemies. To win, I have to kill all my enemies. That’s just how it works.
I don’t have much of a choice, do I?
<The God of Cowardice
is worried.>
Oh, come on Coward, don’t be such a spoilsport! If I can kill 27 goblins, how different could—sniff—around 400 be? It’s practically the exact same thing!
Yup, this will work out great. I wonder how high my level will get? 400 goblins… That’s a lot. That’s quite enough to get me to level 40, right? Yeah. With this, I’ll be able to easily give Moleman a show of what for. Hehehe.
And, since we’re hunting goblins…
Undressing, I stick my leopard pelt into my inventory and pull out the good ol’ gobster. He’s torn in his places and some of his joints got a bit stretched, but he’s still green, and that’s all I need. Jumping inside, I tighten the teeth clasps again, closing it up fully. I am vengeance. I am the night. I am… goblin-man.
It’s only a shame that it’s daytime. I’d look much spookier at night, but whatever.
Grinning from behind the distended goblin lips, I move out.
Jump, jump, jump, jump. And, within time, I find the army. Not all of the troopers have armour, but a lot of them have at least a helmet. That said, all of them carry a weapon, and for most of them, this seems to be a spear and a shield. Metal spear. Iron. Some also have bows, and a couple have halberds. The typical level is 10 among the infantry and archers, but there’s more than that.
In the back rows of the army, there’s a group of what seems to be the commanders, all of them mounted atop what seems to be scaly, lizard ostriches.
<Goblin (Lv.11)>
<Goblin (Lv.11)>
<Goblin (Lv.12)>
<Goblin (Lv.10)>
<Goblin (Lv.11)>
Right. I think that might be dangerous.
Four of them are dressed like stereotypical knights, with a sword slung on their belts. The one goblin at level 12 also looks like a knight, but his armour is more ornate, and he also has his helmet off to show off his face. I have no idea how to properly express this, but I think he might be slightly more handsome than the other goblins. N-, not that I can tell that sorts of stuff, he just looks, well, you know… His skin looks kind of smooth, you know? Argh, he just seems to be an aristocrat, that’s what I’m trying to say!
A-, anyways, there’s also a sixth one, but for some reason, it isn’t popping up. I’m looking at him but I can’t see what level it is. Which is… weird? Maybe it’s a glitch or something. Either way, this goblin isn’t dressed as a warrior. I can’t completely tell what he’s supposed to be dressed as, but he doesn’t have any weapon, and is just dressed in fabrics. Long tunic and stuff. But he doesn’t look like a typical wizard, or even a cleric. I don’t know what he is. Maybe a priest? I don’t know, but that book he carries looks mighty holy. Hmm. I kind of want it.
Well, as they say, go for the cleric fir-,
Did he just point at me?
Hang on, I need to rub my eyes and squint. Yeah, that robed goblin is absolutely pointing at me. What the heck is he-,
<Chain.>
Chain? Chain…
Hm. What a conundrum. Let me scratch my chin for maximum brainage.
Huh? My hand can’t move. That’s weird…
Ohhh, wait, no, I get it. He is a mage! And he just cast an immobilisation spell on me. Hm. That’s great. How interesting. Does that mean he can see exactly where I am? Oh, that isn’t goo-,
Approximately three dozen arrows whizz through the air and my brain instantly flashes back to almost two months ago, with the winds and the darkness, and my body moves on its own as I tense everything that I am and everything that I have to leap off the tree I’m perched in, succeeding in avoiding most arrows but still getting hit by one, two, five or seven or so, and I only just have time to count them before I hit the ground below.
<You have learned:
Immobilisation Tolerance Lv.1>
<You have learned:
Divinity Tolerance Lv.1>
<Chain Broken.>
Yeah, I can feel that last one.
Ignoring the arrows fully, I scuttle over to another tree and climb it so fast I can barely hear the arrows thudding into the trunk below. This isn’t good. But it could be worse. The arrows aren’t poisoned, at least. Quickly, faster than I’ve ever climbed, I make my way up to the scrubby foliage at the top of the tree before leaping to another tree, and then yet another, as many times as I can until I can’t be properly seen anymore.
Sniff sniff sniff. The commanders have taken on a new smell. And the priest even more so. I almost want to get hit by his spells a bit more to get my tolerance up higher, but I need to take him out first. There is no other choice.
Circling around the army, I head for the commanders.
And then, once I’m close enough to see the tops of their heads through the treetops, then…
A barrage of arrows crashes through my hiding spot, my body only moving by sheer instinct to leap back and willingly crash through the foliage and straight down on top of the commanders. Or, rather, on top of one of the commander’s raised sword. O—w.
It’s just a shame that this happens to bring me so close to him.
“Gra-jit…?” He mutters, which is the same word a lot of the goblins muttered when they saw me Scooby-Dooing them the other night.
I pull off his helmet and gorge myself in his expression of pure fear before completely eviscerating his now exposed head and neck, first blinding him, then pulling off his jaw and tearing out his wiggling tongue alongside it, and then tearing out whatever arteries I can get a hold of within his neck.
<You have learned:
Piercing Resistance Lv.10>
<You have learned:
Piercing Protection Lv.1>
<Goblin (Lv.11) Defeated.>
