"I am the master here, my name is Richard. You can call me Sir, or..." The cigar in Richard’s mouth trembled as he spoke, the bright sparks illuminating his face. "...call me your kind lord."
Richard’s hand lifted the bulky body of the Bear Goblin and tossed it in front of the cowering goblins.
Richard bobbed his head three times, each time his head swayed and fell, finally losing patience. He held the goblin by the neck and chopped off the head.
Many of the Bear Goblin bandits turned away, unable to watch, screams echoing hysterically from the men, women, and hedgehogs around.
The bold Bear Goblins watched the scene, but their limbs were numb with fear.
"You have the time it takes for me to count to three to drop your weapons!" Richard surveyed the Bear Goblins in front of him, his gaze as proud as an eagle overlooking a brood of fat quail.
The Bear Goblins panted and looked at each other, utterly at a loss. They felt an unusual glint in the eyes of this bold orc, a thirst for bloodshed that only grew with each kill. They had it too, but their desires were not nearly as intense.
Not a single Bear Goblin raider was willing to drop his weapon, especially with so many of their kin around them. A few of the brave goblin raiders began to stir.
Richard chewed on his cigar, pacing in circles in front of the group of goblins. The piglet Katusha squealed happily and squeezed its way out, leaping off the high ground and, in a perfect arc like a sausage, fell into Richard’s embrace.
The murderous look in Richard’s eyes suddenly softened.
The evening wind grew stronger, carrying the unique chill of the wilderness.
The Bear Goblin bandits on the Red Earth Highland were the elite among the elite. Under the guidance of their leader, several of them couldn’t help but charge down the slope, brandishing their clubs and charging straight towards Richard.
The troop of giant beasts had already arrived, the flickering fire revealing the mammoth bodies of the Beamon beastmen with Orephin riders on top, blocking all directions.
The Bear Goblins on the Red Earth Highland also picked their moment, preparing to capture the Pigiel who held the piglet in his arms.
Although the blade saints were injured, their swordsmanship was fierce. Only the Pigiel Richard dared to approach the high ground alone. The Orephin warriors behind him were a considerable distance away, while there were hundreds of fully armed Bear Goblins.
The goblin bandits were not stupid. It was clear that this Pigiel was their leader. Capturing him might ensure their survival. Any goblin, no matter how foolish, would know to choose the Pigiel as their opponent over the blade saints and the giant elephant warriors.
The Bear Goblins sprang off the high ground, stirring up a cloud of dust as they rushed towards Richard with nimble movements.
The mammoth warriors sneered, while the children covered their mouths, and the hedgehogs widened their eyes.
The Bear Goblins were utterly crushed by the cruel reality.
The eight strong and burly Bear Goblins were the best and most ruthless warriors of the tribe. Their scarred bodies held countless experiences of battle. They were confident that no Pigiel warrior known for their cowardice could take advantage of them in combat.
Richard patted the piglet’s butt that he held in his arms. The chubby piglet opened its mouth that still held baby teeth, half-chomping on the unlit cigar. After a soft grunt, Richard removed the cigar from his mouth and lit it for the piglet. The piglet, satisfied, muffled a sound from its cigar-filled mouth. Read complete version only at novèlfire.net
At this moment, eight Bear Goblin bandits wielding clubs had already reached the decadent father and son couple. With a whistling wind, their clubs smashed towards the arrogant Pigiel.
A series of shining water arrows erupted like a volcano from the piglet’s mouth, which held the cigar.
The continuous water arrows were not as weak as the magic water arrows cast by Avril earlier. The "whooshing" water arrows carried a sharp whistle that tore through the air, dispelling the cigar smoke around the piglet’s mouth, creating a brilliant silver line that flew straight towards the charging Bear Goblins.
Seven robust Bear Goblins danced wildly, flailing their bodies as if performing a clumsy dance. The magic water arrows with mercury-like reflections pierced through the tattered scale-covered armors, emerging as blood-red arrows on the other end. They stuck into the red hill behind, emitting a series of dull "thud" sounds.
These water arrows had solidified into real arrows, vibrating with their feathered tails stuck in the red earth. Blood slowly dripped from them before they quietly turned back into water droplets and fell.
The soil on the Red Earth Highland was instantaneously dyed a dark red, forming an abstract painting.