Chapter 5：Goblin hunt 3

-Stop!

The guards who were on the verge to act, immediately stop on their captain order. Only him seem to have realized what happen.

-Take your weapon down!

-But captain…

-Shut up, you don't see the spear against the young master throat?! He wills pierce it the moment you make a move! Dont you really think that we will keep our live if we were to bring the corpse of the young master to the baron?!

-At last, it's seemed that one amount you have a little brain.

A gaze, full of hatred, land on Nalrin when the captain turns toward him.

-What to you want?

-I say it earlier, free me.

-We can't do it; a slave trader or the young master need to do it himself.

-Then let him do it.

-Slave collar or any other same type contract are creating under soul magic, one need to be a mage of the elemental spark realm to be able to undo the contract, but the young master have yet to attain this realm so the only one that could undo the seal on the collar is the slaver trader.

-None of you is a mage?

-Yes, we are only guards so…

An eerie silence raised as the two looks at each other, they clearly understand that once the night fall, the last to fall asleep will held the advantage but the long going stalemate reach an abrupt end the moment after.

Howling scream raise in no too far as rustling sound grow more and more audible.

-Goblins!

The nine men immediately jump off their horse as the young boy doesn't dare to move.

-Surround the young master, don't let them approach him.

Seeing that Nalrin don't seem to let him move the captain rapidly give order. As the first came to let him gain experience, the turn of the situation rapidly changes.

-Stay on your horse, if they can't make it, you will be able to flee.

The guards couldn't trust their ears.

How can he switch emotion that fast?! The blood lust on his gaze has immediately retracted as his point the spear toward the incoming sound.

Nalrin was not a foul, if the young boy can't undo it, he could at least use him to bait some of the goblins.

Before long, a swarm of fifteen goblins appear out of the brushes. Among them four were weapon less, three with mace, five with shield and the rest with sword.

Bad feeling immediately rises as he sees them appear immediately. Even if they are low capacity beast, they would be able to judge that the two forces were practically on the same number.

-Not good…

Before he could say a word, the captain takes out is shield, followed by the nine other and form a wall in front of the young boy.

-Take stance, straight the spears!

Nine spears and a sword appear in the small gap between the shields.

Contrary to their thinking, the goblins not immediately charge, starting to form two rows. The first was make of the shield holder were a sword holder between each in the center and the second form of the melee type goblins.

Something not right, I don't know if they could perform formation habitually, but something is clearly not right.

Chill start to run down is spine as the two groups have still not clash after a minute. He couldn't see what happen beside the shield, but the two groups seem to look at each other and nothing else.

A heavy silence among the low growls of the goblins persists before the horse start to react. Right behind them a second swarm of goblin erupt, they numbers two times greater than the one in front. Here were only of the apex of the goblins with eight shield holders, twelve spears one and ten sword holders. Even without formation they bolt toward them. Panicked by the sudden rush, the horse immediately flees, trampling the front goblins behinds their shields.

As they ram against them the used round shield broke, leaving powerless goblins being smashed under the horse's hooves. Among them, three were slightly injured due the sword between the previews shield.

The instant blood spur out of the wound, all the goblins divert their attention on the wounded horses. In not time then goblins jump on them, striking mace and sword or tearing flesh with bare hand. Exited by the sight of blood and meat, the thirty other immediately rush on it to, striking the still present horse of the young boy.

It not that he wouldn't flee but have not way to do it, being trapped by two sides. The moment spears unintentionally pierce the horse, he reacts and immediately try to flee.

In no time the entire scene transforms in a total mess. The group of ten immediately ignores the guards as they indulge in blood and meats while the other go pursues the escaping horse. Seeing their young master with this number of goblins after him, the immediately gave chase, letting Nalrin completely alone.

-What happen just now?

He couldn't believe it; he was just free like that? How things could be this simple? After having killed the horses, the goblins split in two, a group go after the soldiers, but the reset seems to spot the faint fresh trail of blood going down of his right arm.

Among the still here goblin, two with a mace, two bare hand and the most dangerous, two sword users.

-So, they still spot me. Six versus one? It will be tight with an arm less, thankfully it's only the right hand not the left one otherwise, I will be doomed.

With an abrupt dash, the six goblins came at him in one go.

They are slower? It's due the meat they just eat? They also not take formation? What happen before?

Without the slight weight of the weapon, the first to came were the two without weapon. With only two, they couldn't be qualified as opponent for Nalrin. Even without knowledge in spear holding, the first trust bolt and retract before striking again. The first goblin hit was leaving on the spot, a bloody slit on the throat as the second was push back to the abrupt impact due of the shortest distance. In a bubbling squeal he first struggle three step before coming crashing on the ground as the second came impaling himself on the sword behind him. A circular motion follows the first two move as the tip of the spear leave a thin streak on the throat of the sword holder, where blood ooze out no long after, before coming sink in a mace. Too profound to be able to take it off, he pulls with all his might, making the goblin stubble and fall back with the two weapons. With the corpse of his kin on the blade, Nalrin was left with only a mace and sword user goblin.

How much one can be skilled, with an arm less, one couldn't take care of two opponent with weapon. Gathering rapidly his power on his legs, his right foot rises of the ground and strike like a whip. Drive by the blow, Nalrin make complete turn as the two strikes came on the same time. One in a cracking sound, the neck of the mace holder goblin twist in an inconceivable way as the other in the form of tearing sound, the sword bite in is back, leaving a long, profound cut on a good part of it. This time he couldn't hold back his scream at the last three goblins respond wildly, being cense by the sight of blood and flesh torn apart and the pained scream of their prey.

As the sword was still dripped of blood, Nalrin greet his teeth and stole it in a yet other cracking and scream. The goblin was not separated of his sword for too long as it came bite its own flesh, splitting the greenish skin of the shoulder up to the broken wrist before his chest.

Under the stress of his first death or live fight as well as his own wound and the constant twisting move, large bullet of sweat drench his back, mixing with blood. Nalrin approach dangerously his limit, not helped by the different wounds who drain his force and blood out of his body.

As the fifth goblin fall the last one not stop, been completely drown in his bloodlust, he continues to rush at him. Being unable to take out the spear of is mace, he abandons it for the one released by the one with the twisted neck. On the verge of unconscious, Nalrin gather is last drop of power before throwing the sword at full swing. In a whistling sound, the sword flight before coming puncture the last goblin to the ground. As the light in the goblin eyes fade gradually; a rustling sound resound in front of him.

-Your joking, right?

In a second a ball of flame the size of a palm shoot straight at his chest. Nalrin stumble under the blast, being blow against the trunk of the nearing tree. Stench of shed blood and burned flesh start to build up in the area as pool of dark greenish red blood ooze out of the six corpses of the goblin and the split horses and his own body.

-To think that will end like that.

On the shade of a tree, a twenty some seeming young man with black hair, was laying on the ground. If one where to approach he would be able to spot a pool of dark red half dry sticky liquid below is wet back cloths and a burned circular mark on his chest.

-Who say that ago a group of fifteen goblins will be a good; it's evident that they will have more than them! Kof, Kof if I know that it would turn like that, it would have tried to escape earlier.

As he faintly spoke, blood spurs out of his mouth, worsening is state. Rustling sound broke the silence, laboriously turning his head to it side, a greenish thing slowly extracts of the other corpse. Green skin, around a meter high, rough skin and hideous face where small canines extract of his mouth.

They were another one? But how much you look at it, those goblins are really ugly.

Due the large loose of blood, the young vision blur before the goblin came, in his last moment, brown sparkles explodes in his eyes before definitely lose conscious.