Chapter 31: To the Lair of the FOG GOBLINS!

Chapter 31: To the Lair of the FOG GOBLINS!

Man, lingering head pain is just the worst! Id honestly forgotten how bad a headache could feel.

Three days had passed since Id brought Libby out of her shell and into the glorious possibilities of a brand-new world! No more would she suffer in silence in her luxurious high-rise apartment, sleeping comfortably when she felt like it, eating and drinking whatever she wanted, and playing exciting games on her ultra-spec computer all day.

Now, she was out here, experiencing LIFE!

Libby hadnt thanked me yet, but I knew it was coming! Shed actually been pretty quiet ever since accidentally dropping that rock on the back of my skull and then turning off my healing powers and forcing me to endure the pain. Which was also an accident, I was sure.

We were partners!

I hope she didnt feel embarrassed. She had a lot to take in. I was sure shed be back to her usual self as soon as she adjusted to the reality of reality. In the meanwhile, we continued down the path at a casual pace. We hadnt run into anyone for quite some time, not even stragglers from the Pal-dian caravan.

I was a little disappointed that Clarity and her sister hadnt returned and made a move against me. Clarity been a fun opponent! Sure, the sobbing and begging for her life had quickly grown tedious, but the buildup to it had been top notch excitement! I really did need to fight more vampires.

It made me a little wistful to think of all the possible experience points Id missed out on. I had a feeling that Clarity would have provided a nice chunk of them. Plus, she had several abilities that I really wouldnt have minded taking for myself. Her power of teleportation for instance. Or her telekinesis! Oh, man, it would have been tough having to choose!

As I ruminated over the possibilities, a sudden cry for help broke my concentration. I looked in the direction the shout had come from, then turned to Libby for instructions.

I also took a moment to admire my tailoring. For her, I'd made a practical traveling outfit similar to my own, but she'd insisted on a large black hooded coat instead of a cloak like mine. As it turned out, Libby hated cloaks and capes. She thought they were impractical.

Go figure?

Please! Please, in the name of the gods, someone saaave me! screeched a warbling male voice.

Okay, we should definitely do something, right? I asked her.

Jesus, Max, yes! Libby said in exasperation. If you hear someone screaming for help, you should help them! Its not something you need to think about.

Hey, Im just checking! I said to her in reply. "Just making sure I'm doing this right."

I cast [Duplication] x 2 and summoned two axes into existence. I then used [Earth Mastery] to charge each one with a magnetic field. I stepped onto mine pretty easily, but Libby looked extremely uncomfortable and uncertain, so I used [Rooting] to tie her into place on hers with a couple of large vines, after blunting her axes blade so she wouldnt accidentally cut herself.

Then we took off into the air!

OhmygodmaxIhatethisIfuckinghaaaaaaatethis! she squealed as we soared through the sky.The source of this content nov(el)bi((n))

No, you dooooont! I said with a chuckle. This is awesome! Name one person who wouldnt love to go sky surfing on a magical axe?

MEEEEEEEEEEEEE! she screamed.

Heh, what a kidder!

In no time flat, we came across the sight of an old man whod somehow managed to climb up a tree and was now desperately kicking away at the head of a younger, rough looking guy whod followed him up and was trying to pull him down. There were seven other people with him, all armed, all laughing their heads off at the old mans fear.

Bandits, Libby said with a frown. Clearly the kind who kill their victims. Max, why dont you go down there and say hello?

Can I kill them? I asked hopefully.

It really bothers me that thats the first thought that comes to your mind in a situation like this, she said.

Im as basic as one plus one. Besides, these guys are committing elder abuse! Thats not right!

Fiiiine. But if they attempt to surrender, let them. Libby said.

Hooray! I said happily.

I then positioned my axe carefully above the tallest one in the bandit group. Then I took a big step forward and let myself drop down.

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Tyker! What the hells taking so long, just kill the old bastard already! Larson called out.

He and the boys had been cracking their gums for nearly fifteen minutes watching the sad old fool begging for help that would never come. They'd laughed even harder when Larson had sent Tyker up there to kill him and was instead getting increasingly battered about his head by their intended victims desperate kicks.

But, amusing as it had been, they had other business to conclude this night.

There was a cage back at base, now filled with terrified captive beauties, and if Larson wanted to have some fun with a fresh one that best suited his tastes, they had to hurry back to their hideout before the boss got the party started. Otherwise, it would be second or third picks, and by then, those women wouldnt be attractive prospects anymore.

Just goblin fodder.

To Larsons annoyance, however, Tyker got another kick in the face, and this one was delivered with sufficient force to knock the bandit off the tree and onto his ass. Larson flinched when he heard a brittle popping sound, and saw Tyker rolling around screaming in pain, clutching his rear. It looked like that fall had broken the poor bastard's tailbone.

Alright, enough of this shit! Larson yelled. Tall Paul, would you please do the honors?

Tall Paul, whose name was Paul and who was indeed tall, grinned murderously and began walking towards the tree.

Larson smirked to himself, knowing he was about to see a show! Tall Paul had to be the vengeance of some evil god against the whole of humanity. He was more than seven feet tall and brimming with malice and violence. Larson wouldnt have been surprised if he had a drop or two of giants blood in his veins. Tall Paul was a killer, a thief, a wanton violator of the basic tenants of decency civilization was based upon.

He was also absolutely; the most terrifying and wrathful creature Larson had ever come across in his life. Paul didn't just kill for pleasure. He killed out of a desperate, unspoken urge to destroy. Larson let him indulge that urge, and slowly fashioned him into his ultimate weapon. One day, with Paul's strength backing him up, Larson would take over the entire gang!

It was inevitable. Larson's ascent was practically preordained! Tall Paul...

...made a funny sound when the stranger landed on him from above and made his body go splat!

Larson and the gang stared blankly at the stranger that was standing in the ruined bits of gore and meat that had been their comrade. For his part, the stranger seemed not to notice, except to carefully wipe his boots on the grass.

I bet I know what the key ingredient to Fog Goblin cheese is!

Okay, Max, stop it right now, youre being gross! Remember when you agreed to listen to my instructions? Well, this is one of them! No more Fog Goblin jokes! And no more giggling whenever you hear the word Fog Goblin. Okay?

Aww, that ones going to be hard! I complained.

Max!

All right, all right, fine, fine, I agreed unhappily.

Okay, then, Libby said before turning back to the old man. Now, sir: If Fog Goblins--"

(hehehehehehehehe!)

Max!

I didnt do anything!

Then why are you covering your face? Why are you covering your face, Max?

I refused to speak and turned my back towards her so she couldnt see me.

Good. Stay exactly like that, she commanded. And remain quiet!

Oh, man. Walking the path of redemption sure was haaaard. I bet Anakin Skywalker himself would have broken under a taskmaster like Libby. She wasnt going to let me get away with anything!

Heh. Fog Goblins.

No! Stop it, Max! Stop laughing! I needed to show Libby how serious I was about this! Repeat after me: Fog Goblins arent funny! (lies!) Fog Goblins arent funny! (lies!) Fog Goblins arent funny! (Lies!)

Damn you, Fog Goblins! (Hehehe!) I wont let you impede my progress! Im going to conquer this gradual journey to morality! Im going to become a Hero! Watch and see if I dont!

Max? Libby said as she snapped her finger around my head a few times.

Huh? Oh, sorry. I was being introspective. Thinking deep thoughts. Pondering the nature of heroism

Fog Goblins, said Libby.

HAHAHAHAHA! I snorted out before I could stop myself.

Fucking knew it, Libby said vehemently.

Im sorry, Im sorry, Im sorry! Its justaahhhh, what a funny word. What a funny, funny word.

Emphasizing it wont make your behavior any less annoying, Max.

Ill get ahold of myself, I swear! Justjust let me bask in this for a moment.

No time! Libby proclaimed. Listen, Max: Ive gotten all the necessary details from this poor man. His granddaughter and a dozen other girls from his village are being trafficked to the Fog Goblins-STOP! Laugh just once more, and I swear Ill brain you again. "

I stopped laughing.

Libby continued.

"Ahem. The victims are being delivered via a gang of human bandits who kidnap and sell the girls to the goblins for their...usage. In order to safely infiltrate their den, were going to defeat those bandits and steal the totem of safe passage the goblins gave them to allow entrance to their lair.

Why dont we just skip the middlemen and smash the den open? I asked her.

The priority is rescuing the kidnapped women, Max. Theres an excellent chance they havent been delivered to the goblins yet. If thats the case, well defeat the bandits and free them first. After that, then well take on the Fog GobMax, for GODS SAKE, control yourself!

HAHAHAHA! Its such a stupid name! HAHAHAHA! I said as I rolled on the ground laughing.

Max, you understand what theyre going to do to those women, right? Theres nothing funny about these creatures.

Huh? Wait, you dont mean

I do. Fog Goblins are vicious, predacious, beasts. And theyll show absolutely no restraint with their captives. Theyll use them to

Stop! Okay, you can stop, I said. Shit. I was hoping these things would be more comedic, Like World of Warcraft goblins. But youre telling me theyll be more like Goblin Slayer goblins, and those things arent any fun at all.

And what precisely is a Goblin Slayer goblin? Libby inquired.

Ugh. Nasty bastards. The principal villains of a show I used to watch back on my old world. It was really good, but if youre going to pull up the first episode from my memories of it, I strongly recommend you skip forward from 9:10-to-9:32 and just tell yourself the female monk got beaten up.

She didnt just get beaten up though, did she?

No, Libby, she did not.

Libby shivered. Ugh. Creatures like that just sort of bring the whole vibe down, dont they?

I dont find them very amusing, I said solemnly.

Well then, good thing we get to go kill a bunch of them today, right?

I think that was the happiest I'd heard her sound all week.