Assault on the Goblin Village VII

'Seems the taunts are working...' Roy smiled, looking at the enraged, drunken goblin shaman in front of him.

Seeing the berserk goblin charging at him, Roy once again activated his new combo skill.

'[Newtonian Thrust]!' Roy internally screamed, barely able to dodge the attack launched towards him.

Pointing three of his fingers backwards, Roy used [Enhanced Drill Shot]. Immediately after, three rapidly fired tri-knives drilled through the air.

"EEEEKKK!" The goblin shaman screamed out, as one of the tri-knives managed to hit their target! A hole was carved out in the right arm, making it dangle down like a wet noodle.

As Roy was looking proudly at his work, he got a chill down his spine and spun around. Suddenly, two tier one goblins were behind him, swinging their weapons down upon his head.

"How dare you!"

"Die!"

Before Roy could even react though, Solus and Terren came flying in and took care of them almost instantly.

"We'll clear out all of the minions, then join you in the fight!" Terren yelled out, before turning around and beginning the assault on the last couple surviving goblins.

"Thanks!" Roy yelled back, before turning around and carefully watching his enemy.

"Kishogo up my head a bit..." The goblin calmly spoke, as he reactivated his body enhancement. A grimaced look emerged on his face, as his blood loss slowed.

"You'll pay for that!" They goblin screamed, as it backed up and began gathering black mana in its good hand.

The black mana began wrapping around his hand and turning his fingers into sharpened claws oozing a black fog.

'Can't lie, that looks really cool...' Roy complimented the aesthetics of the enemy's technique, as he began regenerating his tri-knives.

After the ability finished forming on the goblin, it once again charged at Roy. Seeing this, Roy pulled out a spear, planning to keep distance from those claws.

As the claws swooped down near his face, a horribly pungent stench assaulted his nose. Roy lifted his spear, in order to block the attack, but as soon as they made contact, the spear began melting.

"Acid?!" Roy exclaimed, as he backed up as fast as he could.

"Ugh!" Roy grunted as he stumbled slightly while holding his head.

'Did I inhale some of those fumes?' Roy wondered, as he looked up to the goblin, who was launching another attack.

*Swoosh*

The attack came from below, swooping up ferociously. Not having any other way to escape, Roy pointed his knee at the goblin, while activating [Newtonian Thrust].

His knee cap cover launched out towards the goblin, it was once again shocked, only seeing Roy use this skill on his boots so far!

Taking a direct hit, the goblin fumbled back, while the force of the blast caused Roy to be knocked back and roll a fair distance as well.

"Hah... Hah..." Roy panted, looking at his chest to make sure there was no lesion.

On his chest plate, there was a small amount of black smoke coming out of a razor thin scratch.

'Barely made it...' Roy was shocked to see that his armor was still slightly melting, even with the minuscule interaction time.

Roy separated the section that was corroded, ejected it, and repaired the now missing piece.

As this process was happening, the goblin slowly stood up, looking over to Roy with annoyance.

"You are like a fly. Just accept your fate, hiishua piggy." The goblin began charging at Roy once again, relentlessly launching swipes at him. Many of the attacks not being able to be dodged, Roy's armor was littered in corrosive slashes.

The goblin wasn't in a much better state though, as there were slashes and drill holes piling up on his body.

Even with body enhancement, there was only so much blood loss that could be stopped. The goblin was finally slowing down to a level that Roy could keep up with.

Roy on the other hand was slowly running out of mana, a worried look slowly encroaching his face.

Luckily, as Roy was on his last couple MP, a blurry figure flashed behind the goblin, slashing his achilles tendons.

"Agh!" The goblin screamed in pain, its knees buckling under it.

As the goblin looked up, pure hatred emanated from its eyes. Roy, finally free from the exhausting melee, took a breath of relief.

*Cough*

Not exactly being a fresh breath of air though, as his whole body was covered in the corrosive gas. Roy pointed his remaining spear at the goblin's neck, before stabbing forward with all his remaining strength.

*Putshik*

The spear penetrated the flesh of the goblin's neck. Fresh blood spraying out, Roy released his grip on his weapon.

A notification ding popped in his head, as Roy sighed and collapsed backwards.

'That was exhausting.' Roy, wanting to rest was poked in the face by Solus.

"What." Roy forced out, now having trouble speaking due to the fumes around him.

"Don't you think you should un-equi-p the armor?" Solus said, worryingly looking at Roy's state.

"I-"

*Cough*

Roy tried to speak but ended up in a coughing fit. He eventually sat up with the help of Solus, who helped him slowly take off his armor, piece by piece.

Free from the fumes, Roy took a fresh breath of air, before passing out. Solus, looking at the armor, sighed.

"I could have helped you more, Roy..." Solus grabbed Roy,and threw him on her back. She then carried him over to one of the dilapidated houses to rest.

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Within his sleeping chambers, Aslan's eyes shot open. An annoyed look crept on his face, as he sat up from his comfortable bed.

"Goddamnit... There goes a useful pawn..." Aslan stood up, before slipping on his clothes. Heading to the door, he slowly opened it and peered out into the hallway.

Standing outside his door, were two guards. They turned to look at their king, as they began bowing in respect.

"Relax, one of you go and get one of the advisors. Tell them that Tiklan is dead, and that I want a report of which village he was sent to. Have it ready for the morning meeting." Aslan gave his orders, before slamming his door and returning to his bed.

...

The next morning, Aslan was listening to his subordinate's report.

"Tiklan, the goblin shaman was sent to an old orc village, named Ohm. He had one hundred subordinate goblins, fifteen of which were first tier."

"Yet even with all of that, he still managed to get himself killed." One of the advisors commented.

"He might have survived, had he not been drinking." Another mocked.

"Indeed, if it wasn't for that drinking problem, he would have been a good candidate for magic." The first advisor shook his head in disappointment. The king peered at the chattering goblins, before speaking up.

"Enough. First we lose a platoon leader, and now a company leader has died. I want an elite squad led by a general to head down Tinche River immediately." The king's body began leaking bloodlust, as the advisors were shivering in fear.

"Y-yes my king."