Chapter 13: Goblin Village 1

The injured goblin cried, the other two were alarmed and readied their weapons.

Noah happed to land perfectly in the middle of the two, his blades danced and the two goblins died before ev they knew it.

Everything happed too fast, Noah was quick and accurate, not wasting any movemt, only going for the kills.

{Three goblins killed}

{Experice+3%}

Noah ignored the robotic voice, focusing his atttion on the scared injured goblin trying to flee.

Noah lowered his body toward one of the goblins, this action confused the injured goblin.

''Kiee?"

Noah ignored it and retrieved his dagger from the head of the dead goblin, meanwhile, the injured goblin immediately escaped into the forest leaving a gre blood on its trail.

''Great!"

Noah revealed a smile wh he saw this, half of his goal was achieved, the other half would depd on the runaway goblin.

He calmly waited for t minutes and during those t minutes, his mouth didn't stay idling as he ate a few cookies. Having already eat all of his Peanut butter cookies, Noah was now eating Chocolate chip cookies. The taste was godly, a beautiful amalgam of caramelized butter and sugar, it was so good Noah almost moaned, he was addicted to cookies.

''Sigh! Guess I should start following.''

"Fear is part of being human, Noah, it's the precursor to bravery. We need it, it wakes us up to what needs to be done. So feel it, own it, let it ignite your thoughts." His psychologist used to tell him during their sessions.

Although he had never fought such a number before, there is a beginning for everything and one should learn to try new things, and overcome one limit Noah firmly believes this.

Besides, who said he would be fighting those 303 goblins? He would be a fool not to use his brain.

Noah racked his brain to come up with a solution. He stayed silt for t minutes, ruminating through his memory until he found the solution.

''That is it!"

Noah was overjoyed, he immediately unpacked his backpack put it down, he started searching through it. He found what he was searching for. Bottle of orange juice, there were four of them. He was planning to drink them during his meal. He emptied their contt into another bottle before taking out a Plastic bottle holding the remaining aged wine he joyed with Arthur last night.

The fifty years old LA ROSE had 5% of alcohol and Noah could use this to make a cocktail Molotov. It is said that beyond 3% Wine can be considered a combustible and flammable substance. It was exactly what he needed at the momt.

Noah divided the aged wine LA Rose into the four bottles equally before taking a handkerchief, he tore it apart before putting them in the bottles filled with wine leaving some hanging.

There was still a little bit of wine left, he would use it to smear the extremity of the handkerchiefs outside of the bottles before lighting them.

Noah the four cocktails Molotov away before checking his weapons, everything was ready but he couldn't attack yet, he had to wait for night to arrive and only th he would start his operation.

In the meantime, he would eat his dinner, relying solely on cookies would not do, he would lack strgth therefore he needs a healthy meal.

Noah finally took out his dinner. Noah's takeaway dinner sat there in plain brown bags, yet the air a it was already so aromatic that Noah could just bite it. He could feel his inner joy smiling, that was dinner.

Noah oped it.

Mushroom soup, bitter gres with tomatoes the size of peas, rare roast beef slices as thin as paper, noodles in a gre sauce, cheese that melts on your tongue.