We have been running for about 30 minutes. A simple run so far I've heard a few howls of wolves and the rustling of bushes but nothing as of yet has made itself known. Our running has slowed down to a jog as they are showing signs of fatigue and we are only a third of the way there. We are fine to slow down tho as I can hear the echoing of the crossbow fire throughout the woods.
"Ok, we can stop here for a moment." Glancing at the women they halted almost instantly collapsing with heavy breathing.
"Let's heal that inconvenient injury of yours." Moving over to the first woman she was about as tall as me with blond hair crudely cut short barely reaching her neck a common thing among the women in the goblins brothel. But I believe not done by the goblin but the people delivering them. I guess as a way to disrespect them. What surprises me is shes a beautiful elf if you ignore how unnourished she is and how she's covered in scars but shouldn't be hard to fix, all in all, I don't know why they handed her over to the goblins when someone could very easily heal her and sell her to a high end brothel or a noble.
"Ahh, yes. Open your mouth. We will heal all those scars later. When I have more time."
Opening her mouth a little too eagerly I stuck my finger into her mouth pressing it down onto the stump of her tongue. It was a simple spell in the necromancy school of magic it restores the body to the last state it remembers, it's usually used in combination with raising zombies to restore it to as healthy a state as possible. The fun thing is when this spell is used on the living restore the body part to what the soul looks like. I remember when I learned this spell that hard head of a necromancer, he... he, He did. What did he do? I can see that smug grin and the, I just can't remember.
Hearing a gasp, I refocused on the woman before me as a wave of dull grey mana washed over her clearing away the scars coating her working its way down her body.
Pulling my finger out of her mouth. "Well, That was a little more than I was intending."
Opening my bag I pulled out some of the crude jerky the goblins made handing it to her.
"You're going to start feeling fairly hungry soon when you do eat this." Turning To the next women I repeated the spell this time stopping once the tongue was fully healed continuing for the last three of the women allowing them a little more time to rest and talk to each other once I finished.
"Time to get moving. Also, you come with me we have a bit to talk about." Pointing over to a woman with short messy brown hair and brown eyes. Quickly she left the other women coming to my side as I started to jog once more. After jogging only 20 feet I turned to check if they were in tow. They were only a few feet behind me sticking much closer to me than before. It seems a simple spell is all it takes to earn a little trust. Continuing forward I matched the pace of the women beside me.
"So, First would you mind telling me how you got the cloaks and packs I assumed the goblins took them."
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"The goblins, let us rest for some time during the night, that's time I would make my way over to where you took me originally. The Goblins didn't stop me out of fear of you. So I grabbed a few of the cloaks and such you got rid of." Her speech was a little slurred but something she should be able to get over as she gets used to speaking again.
I didn't notice her. That would explain why my piles were messed up a few times but I thought the goblins were just going through it, Again I was wrong. "How do those metal crossbows work. I haven't been able to figure it out.."
A confused look passed across her face before realizing what I was talking about."You mean the guns. How could you not know."
"Well these guns of yours are nothing like anything I've seen nor do I have any memories of them so they would have had to been made more recently."
"Guns have been around since our earliest date of recorded history. So for a few thousand years. We don't know if they were around before the hero war as all records from the beginning and before era was destroyed or lost."
Heros, The otherworlders. "It worked. You're saying it worked." Turning to the woman she jumped back in shock.
"Wait what worked." A suffocating feeling of pride was overwhelming me at the mention of the heroes. But Why.
"What can you tell me of the heroes."
Looking over at her she had a slightly shocked look on her face as a few different emotions flashed across her face from shock, fear to awe before finally settling on shock.
"Your from the old world? You helped with the summoning of the heroes."
"I don't know, I can't remember it that well. Visual or verbal cues bring back these flashes of memories or ideas. So, What can you tell me about the heroes."
Continuing for the rest for the next few hours slowing down to a walk as the women were exhausted. For the last little bit of our walk, I've been going over what she told me. It seems I've been dead for at least 1000 and during that 1000 plus years, there was a grand war between the heroes and the nations of our world, forcing a begrudging truce among the alliance, the Demon King, the Undead Legion and the Chaos tribes. This truce which many thought wouldn't last became stronger over the years of war eventually to the point the council of man and the elder God council was made, Truly uniting the world under one banner which has remained strong till now.
The war against the heroes ended about 100 years ago ever since then the councils have been preparing to counter strike at the heroes' homeworlds along with adapting to the changes our world is undergoing due to the mass amount of mana the heroes introduced to our world. Goblins being one of those newly muted lifeforms from the mana increase. Along the line of goblins, it seems that the tribe was a part of a small scale farming operation by a numbered guild. This guild was buying reject women from a slave tribe and giving them to the goblins to help keep the goblin numbers up. Sadly the women didn't know why their tounges were removed before being given to the goblins
Snapping me out of my thoughts was a low howling of wolves.