Roasting the goblins with the spell

Hunter carefully knelt down and plucked the violet flowers with five petals, being sure not to damage them. He handled them with delicate care as if they were made of glass. Kolvar watched in amazement as Hunter expertly gathered a handful of plants as if he had done this a thousand times before.

"What now?" Kolvar whispered, his eyes darting between the plants in Hunter's hands and the cave entrance in the distance.

Hunter glanced over at Kolvar, then back at the plants. "If we burn them, it will create a poisonous smoke," he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "While the smoke may not be potent enough to incapacitate a full-grown man, it could potentially debilitate and confuse the goblins within the cave," Hunter explained to Kolvar.

Kolvar nodded, impressed by Hunter's quick thinking. "Let me take care of the fire," he said, eager to help in any way he could. Kolvar scoured the area around them, gathering anything he could find that would make a suitable fire. He searched for dry twigs, small branches that could easily catch fire, and some dried leaves and grass that would serve as kindling. He used his keen elven senses to identify the right materials for the job quickly.

Once he had a sizable pile of dry twigs and kindling, he carefully arranged them into a pyramid shape, leaving a small opening at the bottom for air to flow. He then struck a flint against a rock, creating a spark that ignited the dried leaves and grass. Kolvar expertly blew on the flames, gently adding more twigs and small branches until the fire grew strong and steady.

As the flames crackled and popped, Hunter and Kolvar huddled together behind the tree, watching and waiting for the perfect moment to execute their plan.

Hunter watched as Kolvar worked, impressed by his friend's skills. Despite their differences, Hunter was glad to have Kolvar by his side. Together, they would face whatever dangers lay ahead. Thanks to Kolvar's skill in creating a fire, Hunter didn't have to use his fire chakra to create sparks.

Hiding behind the tree, Hunter and Kolvar were trying to keep out of sight while keeping an eye on the cave entrance. They knew the goblins were inside, but they needed to know more about their movements and how many of them were there. To prevent the smoke from the flowers they had gathered from affecting them, they covered their noses and mouths with their shirts. The air around them was thick with the sounds of the forest and the smell of the plants and flowers.

The goblin inside the cave would occasionally venture out, looking around as if he was on guard duty. Hunter and Kolvar watched him carefully, making sure not to make any noise or draw attention to themselves. Hunter took the violet flowers he had gathered and tied them to a stick, creating a makeshift torch. He then held it over the fire they had started earlier, and soon a purplish smoke began to emanate from the burning flowers.

The smoke was not too strong, but it was enough to create a mild effect. Hunter waited patiently for the goblin to disappear into the cave before turning to Kolvar. "I'll take the torch to the cave," he whispered. "You stay here and keep watch."

Kolvar nodded silently, his eyes flicking nervously toward the cave entrance.

Hunter approached the cave, carefully keeping to the shadows and avoiding detection. The sounds of the goblins inside grew louder as he neared the entrance, but he steeled himself and stepped forward. Holding the smoking torch at arm's length, he tossed it into the cave.

The flowers ignited immediately, producing a thick plume of purple smoke. Hunter retreated quickly, making sure to stay out of sight as he ran back to Kolvar behind the tree.

As they watched, the smoke seeped out of the cave entrance, twisting and curling in the air. "Do you think it worked?" Kolvar asked anxiously.

Hunter's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he watched the purplish smoke filter into the goblin cave. He turned to Kolvar, a wide grin spreading across his face, and exclaimed, "Oh, it worked!"

The goblin's chattering soon turned into ear-piercing coughs and screams, sending shivers down Hunter's spine. He could almost taste their fear in the air.

Kolvar unsheathed his sword, the metallic sound ringing out in the silent forest. Hunter drew out his devil's cry dagger. The ruby-red hue of the blade gave it an otherworldly aura as if it had been imbued with dark powers.

As they waited for the goblins to emerge, Hunter's heart pounded with anticipation. He wanted to be there to welcome them with his bloodthirsty devil's cry dagger. The thought of the fight to come sent a rush of adrenaline through his veins, and he felt more alive than ever before.

Hunter's heart was pounding in his chest as he waited, his grip tightening around the devil's cry dagger. The anticipation was almost too much to bear, and he could feel his body shaking with excitement.

Suddenly, the sound of coughing and screaming filled the air, and Hunter knew that the goblins were emerging from the cave. With a surge of adrenaline, he sprang into action, moving with lightning speed towards the first goblin to appear.

The goblin stumbled out of the darkness, its eyes streaming with tears as it coughed and gasped for breath. But before it could react, Hunter was upon it, his devil's cry dagger flashing in the dim light.

With a swift and precise motion, Hunter plunged the dagger into the goblin's eyes, the blade sinking in with a sickening squelch. The goblin let out a piercing scream, its green blood spraying out in all directions.

For a moment, Hunter stood frozen, his mind reeling from the sheer brutality of the act. But then he shook himself out of his daze and turned to face the other goblins, ready to unleash his deadly blade once again.

As the second and third goblins stumbled out of the cave, they were met with the sight of their fallen comrade lying in a pool of green blood. Their eyes widened in shock, and they coughed and wheezed from the smoke that still lingered in their lungs.

They were disoriented, but their rage quickly turned towards Hunter and Kolvar as they noticed the two figures standing outside the cave. Their faces twisted into grotesque snarls, revealing yellow, jagged teeth as they growled at the intruders.

Despite their obvious pain and confusion, the goblins managed to raise their crude weapons and charged at Hunter and Kolvar. Their movements were clumsy, and their steps unsteady, but their desire to take revenge on the intruders was clear.

Hunter readied his dagger, the ruby-red blade gleaming in the sunlight, while Kolvar unsheathed his sword. They stood their ground, waiting for the goblins to come within range. The air was filled with the sounds of coughing and hacking as the goblins tried to clear their lungs of the poisonous smoke, adding an eerie layer to the already tense atmosphere.

As the goblins closed in, Hunter lunged forward with incredible speed, plunging his dagger into the chest of one of the goblins. The creature let out a pained howl, its blood spilling onto the ground.

Kolvar engaged the other goblins in a fierce sword fight, their blades clanging together in a metallic symphony. Regardless of its weakened state, the goblin fought ferociously, swinging its weapon with wild abandon.

The battle raged on, the smell of smoke and blood filling the air. It was a brutal and deadly dance, and it was unclear who would come out on top.

As Hunter kicked up the soil, the goblin's eyes were temporarily blinded, giving him the chance to strike. The devil's cry glinted in the light as Hunter plunged it into the goblin's shoulder. The goblin screamed in agony, but before it could react, Hunter slit its throat, spilling green blood across the ground.

The other goblins were furious and began to spout gibberish in their own language, gesturing wildly at Hunter and Kolvar. One goblin charged at Hunter with a rusty blade, but Hunter sidestepped it easily and delivered a swift kick to its back, sending it tumbling to the ground. Another goblin leaped at Kolvar, who parried its attack with his sword and slashed at its arm, causing it to drop its weapon.

Through the chaos, Hunter and Kolvar fought with fierce determination, dodging and striking with deadly precision. The goblins' cries and screams filled the air, and the stench of their putrid breath and sweat made Hunter's stomach churn. But he couldn't let that distract him from the battle at hand.

"Come on, you ugly little shits!" Hunter yelled, taunting the goblins. "Is that all you've got?!"

The goblins only responded with more gibberish, their eyes blazing with anger and hatred. They were relentless, but Hunter and Kolvar held their ground, determined to kill these vile creatures.

Kolvar had never held a sword before this night, but he stood his ground bravely against the first goblin that rushed out of the cave. The goblin fighting Kolvar coughed and wheezed as it tried to attack him, but the elf was quick on his feet and managed to dodge the blows. He swung his sword wildly, hoping to land a hit. The goblin became increasingly disoriented from the poisonous smoke and struggled to stay on its feet. Kolvar took this opportunity and slashed his sword across the goblin's chest. It fell to the ground, gasping for air as it bled out.

However, as Kolvar was distracted by his triumph, another goblin joined the fight. This one seemed to be unaffected by the poisonous smoke and attacked Kolvar with full force. Kolvar tried to defend himself, but he was clearly outmatched. The goblin's blows rained down upon him, and he stumbled backward.

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for killing a goblin. The reward is 100 Experience points and 40 Badass points]

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for killing a goblin. The reward is 100 Experience points and 40 Badass points]

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As the battle continued, Hunter and Kolvar were surrounded by eight goblins who had now emerged from the cave. Despite being considered weaker monsters, they were still a formidable force, and they quickly ganged up on the two warriors. Hunter could feel the pressure mounting as he fought against multiple goblins at once.

Meanwhile, Kolvar was struggling to keep up with the pace of the battle. He had managed to take down one goblin, but the second one was proving to be a challenge. With each passing moment, he was getting more exhausted and felt his grip on the sword weakening. The goblins, on the other hand, were relentless in their attacks, slashing and biting at both Hunter and Kolvar.

Green blood splattered onto the ground as Hunter's dagger struck the goblins' bodies, but they seemed to be unfazed by the wounds. Despite the effectiveness of the Devil's Cry, it was clear that they were up against a formidable enemy. Hunter gritted his teeth and fought on, refusing to back down even as he took a few hits.

"We'll never get out of this alive," Kolvar gasped, his breathing labored as he fought against the goblin in front of him.

Hunter turned to Kolvar, his eyes blazing with determination. "Isn't this great?" Hunter's laughter echoed throughout the clearing as he turned to Kolvar, his eyes alight with an intense determination. The battle had filled him with an overwhelming sense of excitement and adrenaline, and it showed in his wild, maniacal laughter. His chest heaved with each deep breath he took, and his hands shook with anticipation.

Kolvar watched his companion with a mix of awe and concern. He had never seen Hunter like this before, and the ferocity with which he fought both fascinated and frightened him. Kolvar was struggling to keep up, fighting with all his might to fend off the goblins who had surrounded them. Hunter's laughter grew louder, echoing across the clearing as he continued to fight with wild abandon. His movements were quick and precise, and his devil's cry dagger glinted in the light as it sliced through the air.

Kolvar stumbled back as his sword was knocked out of his hand. His heart sank as he realized he was defenseless against the ferocious goblins surrounding him. His eyes darted around frantically, searching for a way out. But he knew there was none. The goblins were too close, too quick, and too many.

Meanwhile, Hunter was still laughing like a maniac, enjoying the thrill of the battle. His devil's cry dagger gleamed in the dim light as five goblins charged toward him. He could hear their grunts and snarls as they closed in on him from every direction. Hunter didn't flinch; instead, he held his ground and prepared to strike.

The goblins launched themselves at Hunter, their rusty weapons swinging wildly. Just when the five goblins jumped at him, Hunter took a deep breath, his mind focused on the incantation for the Inferno Blast spell. His hands trembled as he extended them out in front of him, fingers splayed wide. Then, with a sudden explosion of energy, a burst of flames erupted from his palms.

"Inferno blast!"

The flames were intense, searing hot and bright, and they engulfed the five goblins in front of Hunter. The goblins shrieked in terror and agony as they were burned by the flames, their green skin blackening and sizzling. The intense flames from Hunter's spell engulfed the five goblins, causing their flesh to sizzle and bubble and emitting a putrid smell of burnt hair and flesh. The goblins' screams filled the air, echoing across the clearing, and their writhing bodies created an eerie dance of agony. Hunter's face remained stoic as he watched the flames consume his enemies. The heat from the inferno blasted through the area, creating an oppressive heat that felt almost suffocating. The smell of burnt flesh and hair lingered in the air, overwhelming Kolvar's senses and making him gag.

The three goblins who were attacking Kolvar froze in fear and horror as they watched their comrades burn to death. They had never seen such a powerful display of magic before, and it had left them shaken to their core. They felt a sense of helplessness and despair as they realized that their chances of winning this battle were slim. The stench of burnt flesh and hair filled the air, making them gag and choke. Their eyes were fixed on Hunter as he stood there, panting heavily, with the flames still flickering around him. They knew they were facing a formidable opponent, one not to be underestimated.