Chapter 65: Saviour

[System Message]

Killed [Goblin General Bresir], +500 EXP

“Clean up the guards.” Kyle motioned with his hands, the trojan force under him immediately lashing out in a surprise attack.

The guards were caught off guard, the prior excitement of victory and finally having enough food to eat was replaced with horror and confusion as they tried to retreat from the walls.

“Sasha, don’t let any of them retreat!” Kyle ordered, planning to secure the gate without the rest of Osir’s forces finding out.

Sasha nodded, swinging a longsword with both arms as she cut down goblin after goblin, frightening the guards even more as they saw through the hobgoblin disguise.

The guard’s head was chopped cleanly off as Sasha’s right fist glowed bright, the force of the swing boosted. She parried a hit from a brave fighter before pushing back, taking advantage of the confusion and disorganisation among the guards to kill more than a dozen in two minutes.

Kyle focused his attention on securing the gate, flushing the remaining guards who were stationed on the walls. Javelins were thrown at them, with Kyle easily dodged them and sprinted up the stone steps. The paltry metal shields of the guards were dented and smashed in easily by Kyle’s kicks and hammer strikes.

One of the guards yelled to a wooden watchtower, but what replied to him instead was a loud bang followed by the falling body of the observer stationed above, shot in the chest.

Kyle aimed his handgun at the watchtowers, ensuring no goblin observer could send back any signal to the main rebel army. If the rebel army caught wind of the attack, he could not guarantee that his forces would be able to fight head-on.

As the battle was concluded, a secondary attack force under Kyle’s command entered through the gates. In total, Kyle now had two hundred and fifty warriors under him.

The warriors gathered the bodies of the guards and piled them up, along with the corpse of Bresir. Gulak was untied, grinning widely as he danced in front of the corpses of the guards. “Arrogant hobgoblin, I spit on your body!”

A few guards were kept alive and interrogated by Kyle and Gulak. This allowed them to understand the overall situation in the area now while Kyle pondered his next move.

[We should rally with the other local pockets of resistance fighting for the former king.] Sasha pointed out. [We can tap into their manpower and gain some legitimacy, otherwise, we will be fighting against both sides who want to resist human control.]

“Where is the former king now?” Kyle asked Gulak.

“Sahusa the Great’s palace.” Gulak pointed to a large section of the valley’s slope above the treeline. “Guards say he last seen with Osir inside, has been one cycle.”

“Not all the six tribes are here, correct?”

“Yes, this is home of Steel Song Tribe. Osir’s main tribe is Howling Wind, far away.”

Kyle frowned. “This means that there’s a chance that there will be additional forces trying to enter the valley from this direction.” With the other tribes having their own armies beyond the valley, it was even more important to hold the gate to ensure fewer variables.

“Sasha, you will remain here in charge. Hold the gate until I have saved the former king.”

[Yes, sir.]

Kyle grabbed a few health potions from a supply crate, stuffing the small vials into his belt alongside his magazines before he sprinted off towards the palace alone.

Kyle smacked him a few more times before he finally relented.

Kyle used his hammer and broke the limbs of the hobgoblin at the joints, the screams muffled as Kyle forced its head into the ground. Kyle grabbed the breastplate and destroyed the engraving on it, preventing the hobgoblin from healing.

The hobgoblin whimpered as Kyle lifted him up, grabbing him like a hostage shield in front of his body, except for the clearly twisted and broken limbs of the hobgoblin dangling.

The hobgoblin nodded vigorously through teary eyes.

Just like this, Kyle used the crippled hobgoblin as a guide who was unable to fight back thanks to the broken limbs. He navigated the myriad of hallways and rooms filled with dead servants and other family members of the king, quickly moving.

Soon, he was led to a hallway where there were two more guards protecting a jail door. In a split instant, Kyle flung the crippled guide towards the two guards, the body smacking into the first guard while Kyle sprinted along the side, lunging at the second with a strong hammer strike uppercut right into the chin.

[System Message]

Killed [Improved Hobgoblin Guard], +250 EXP

He made quick work of the other guard as well, keeping the crippled guide alive, who was agonising from the impact of the throw. Kyle aimed his hammer at the hinges of the prison door, smacking it repeatedly till it was damaged and fell to the ground with a loud clanging thud, revealing a badly bruised goblin who was stark naked.

Sahusa the Great could barely see through his swollen eyelids, but he made out the outline of the human.

Kyle grabbed the crippled guide and dragged him into the prison cell, tossing him into a corner. Retrieving a health potion vial from his belt, he fed it to Sahusa, healing him slightly just enough to talk.

“Who... who are you?” Sahusa spoke as he tried to sit up, wincing at the bruises sending jolts of pain through his nerves. “Are you with Gulak?”

“A smart king, then. I need you to get your people back under control. I will help you squash the rebellion.”

Sahusa was nearly overjoyed to hear it, but he soon calmed himself down, thinking quickly about why Kyle was offering such a deal. He remained quiet as he contemplated, finally reaching a realisation. “You want me to serve as your puppet.”

“Even smarter. Your society is unable to support your population without agricultural development. I assume this is not the first time such a rebellion has happened.”

Sahusa didn’t reply, but internally he knew Kyle was right. The growth of the population was always limited by the ecosystem as they could only hunt and forage, with no knowledge of farming. There had been a few attempts, but the scale was simply just not big enough.

“Do you not want to see a golden era of goblins? One living in prosperity and happiness? I can make it happen – as long as you help me as well.” Kyle pressed.

Sahusa sighed, knowing the only other option he had was to let Osir take control, beginning the cycle anew. Perhaps Kyle represented a way out of this never-ending loop.

“Fine, I agree. However, I am not a king anymore – it is Osir.”

“I know. Where is he? They told me he would be in the palace.”

“No he is not. He is currently trying to brute force his way into getting an audience with the Oracle.”

“The Oracle?”