The First War of the Goblin King
The sun had just risen when Reed's army began to move.
Over 5,000 goblins had evolved—into Hobgoblins, Shamans, and Shadow Goblins.
With their newfound strength, this army was no longer just a horde of monsters.
They were an army.
The first army in history to be led by a Goblin Lord.
Shia walked beside Reed.
"Our target: Fortin City."
She pointed to the map.
"A small fortress, but it has an army of about 3,000 human soldiers."
Reed smiled faintly.
"We have more numbers. But numbers alone are not enough."
Shia nodded.
"That's right. Humans are better trained. If we attack without a strategy, we will lose a lot of our troops."
Reed observed the city from a distance.
From the defense tower, the royal flag was still flying.
They must have known Reed was coming.
And they must have been prepared.
But they don't know one thing...
Reed is not just an ordinary goblin army.
He is the Goblin King.
And he's going to show them what that means.
At the temporary camp, Reed gathered his generals.
Before them, a map of the city of Fortin was spread out.
"This city has defensive walls. If we attack from the front, we will be showered with arrows."
A Hobgoblin nodded in agreement.
"Then how do we get in?"
Shia pointed to the back of the city.
"There is a small river here that leads into the city. If we can sneak in…"
Reed smiled.
"The Shadow Goblins can sneak in and open the gates from the inside."
The generals nodded.
The plan was set.
And tonight… the war would begin.
Night fell.
Under the cover of darkness, shadows moved silently.
The Shadow Goblin army crept through the river, entering the city unnoticed.
Inside, they moved quickly—killing the guards in the towers one by one.
Silently. Mercilessly.
After a few moments, the main gates began to open.
Reed, watching from a distance, smiled with satisfaction.
"Time to begin."
He raised his hand.
The signal was given.
And thousands of goblins began to run toward the city.
The first screams were heard.
The war had begun.
The human army fought back.
They screamed, trying to defend their city.
But they were not prepared for this.
The Hobgoblins charged with brutal force, breaking through their defenses.
The Goblin Shaman unleashed fire magic, incinerating the soldiers.
And from the shadows, the Shadow Goblins slaughtered them one by one.
In less than an hour…
The fortress fell.
The royal flag was toppled.
And in its place, the Goblin Lord's flag was raised.
Fortin had fallen.
As dawn broke, bodies littered the streets.
Reed stood in the town square.
Before him, human prisoners knelt, trembling with fear.
Shia stood beside him.
"What are we going to do with them?"
Reed looked at them.
Most were surrendered soldiers.
Some were civilians.
And among them, there were a few minor nobles.
Reed walked over to them.
"You have two choices."
His voice was cold and sharp.
"Submit… or die."
Silence.
Several human soldiers bowed their heads.
They had seen the power of the goblin army.
They knew that resistance would only bring death.
One by one, they swore their allegiance.
Reed smiled with satisfaction.
But there were a few nobles who remained defiant.
They would not submit to the goblins.
They preferred death.
Reed nodded to Shia.
And in an instant, their heads rolled on the ground.
A few hours later, the city of Fortin officially belonged to the goblins.
Reed sat on the throne that had once belonged to the city's governor.
"Two cities have fallen," he said.
Shia smiled beside him.
"And the world is beginning to realize our existence."
True.
News of Fortin's fall would spread to the other kingdoms.
And they would surely respond.
Reed looked up at the sky.
He could feel…
A great war was about to begin.
And he would win it all.