Capítulo 15: War Against Black Wolf Clan
From time to time, Dick start to pondered whether goblins could produce offspring with non-human, monstrous beings.
Goblins, traditionally, had sought to mate with humanoid races such as humans, elves, orcs, and banshees. However, the concept of crossbreeding with pure beasts like the black wolves was an uncharted territory, piquing Dick's curiosity. If female black wolves could indeed bear goblin offspring, it would significantly simplify his mission.
The task of producing more goblin children had been challenging with the forest elf mother, Risa, who remained in a state of nervous confusion. If his new idea proved successful, Dick could avoid the risks associated with capturing human adventurers, a venture that inevitably drew unwanted attention and could lead to investigations by the Adventurer's Guild, and worse, attract the dreaded Goblin Slayer.
The mere thought of Goblin Slayer filled Dick with trepidation. He had narrowly escaped an encounter with him before and knew that any recognition by the Slayer would spell disaster.
Resolved to pursue his new strategy, Dick rallied his goblin subjects. "My loyal goblins, heed the king's command! Follow the goblin scouts' lead and maintain your positions," he instructed, his voice echoing with authority through the cavernous lair.
Dick had long been cautious of the black wolf clan and had devised a plan for their confrontation. He ordered the goblin scouts to seal all exits from the lair with large rocks, leaving only a single main passage accessible for the black wolves – a classic case of trapping the enemy.
"Does the king have a strategy in place?"
"Huhuhu, we trust in our king! He will guide us to victory against the despicable black wolves!"
"How dare these black wolves invade our goblin lair? It's unforgivable! Under our king's leadership, we shall prevail!"
"I don't want to die! I want to keep reproducing and fathering goblin heirs!"
The goblins, emboldened by Dick's decree, became spirited, brandishing their weapons with newfound vigor. Seeing their response, Dick felt a sense of calm assurance. He instructed the goblin scouts to execute his plan meticulously, patiently awaiting the black wolves' invasion.
"Ouch!"
Soon after, a piercing howl announced the arrival of the black wolf pack at the goblin lair's entrance. The majority of their clan's fighting force, excluding the cubs, had assembled – a formidable sight.
Inside their den, the female wolves and cubs awaited the outcome of this crucial battle. The black wolves had long coveted the goblin lair, seeing it as a means to secure food for the winter and a safe haven. They underestimated the goblins, seeing only a handful of adults who appeared no match for their might.
The black wolf leader's eyes gleamed with determination. "Don't worry, my wolves. After observing this nascent goblin lair for so long, we're confident in our assessment. There are indeed only a dozen adult goblins," he proclaimed, his voice filled with confidence and the anticipation of an easy victory.
The black wolves howled in unison, ready for what they believed would be a swift and crushing battle, eager to claim the goblin lair as their own and ensure their survival through the winter. Little did they know, they were walking into a meticulously laid trap, set by a goblin leader far more cunning than they could ever imagine.
In the dense, shadowy forest, the leader of the black wolves rallied his pack with a sense of arrogant confidence. Speaking in their guttural wolf language, he incited a wave of anger and sneering bravado among them. They were convinced they had stumbled upon a goblin lair that was still in its nascent stages – an easy target for their predatory instincts.
The black wolves howled with excitement, their leader's satisfaction growing as he observed their eagerness. With fierce and cunning eyes, he led the pack toward the main entrance of the goblin lair, unaware that they were unwittingly playing into Dick's carefully laid trap.
These simple-minded beasts couldn't fathom that a goblin, a creature they deemed inferior, could orchestrate such a calculated scheme. In their experience, only high-level, intelligent goblin breeds held such cunning. To the black wolf leader, Dick was nothing more than an ordinary, fragile goblin – easily torn apart by his sharp fangs.
However, as they ventured deeper into the dim, oppressive corridors of the goblin lair, a sense of dread began to replace their initial confidence.
"Ouch! How did this happen? Why are we trapped here?!" the black wolf leader cried out in shock.
They had penetrated the lair without resistance, yet now found themselves in a dire situation. The main nest of the Goblin Lair was a trap; boulders blocked the cave exits, effectively sealing them inside. Above, goblins of all ages were perched, bows and arrows in hand, with their cold, gleaming tips aimed directly at the trapped wolves.
"Fire the arrow!" Dick commanded.
The goblins loosed their arrows, raining them down upon the black wolves who howled in agony as they were struck. Dick, standing alone at the main cave entrance, chanted his plant growth magic, summoning dense thickets of thorny bushes to encircle the entrance. The black wolves, in their frantic attempts to escape, found themselves ensnared and wounded by the sharp thorns, effectively trapped.
The goblins continued their barrage of arrows, picking off the wolves one by one. In the chaos, even the black wolf leader found himself blinded by a well-aimed shot. His vision faded to black, his life extinguished by a goblin's arrow.
"It's over!" Dick declared, a note of triumph in his voice.
The black wolf invasion had been thwarted with minimal danger, easily quelled by Dick's strategic planning. The naivety of these creatures, unversed in the art of deception, had led to their downfall.
Dick observed the fallen leader of the black wolves, his expression unchanged. He then issued his next command, "Let's go now and capture all the female wolves of the black wolf clan. Bring them back to our lair for breeding!"
At these words, the goblins erupted into cheers, their eyes glinting with a mix of evil and greed. The prospect of capturing the she-wolves was a new and thrilling venture for them, their sinister laughter echoing through the gloomy cave.
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