Wrath

Hunting Goblins can be fun as long as they do not see you. You Sneak up on one and shoot him in the head. From behind him if possible. Of course if the goblin sees you things can get messy. Being twelve years sucks in many ways. But because i am young i get extra experience from a goblin kill. I can get titles and the right to classes a lot easier. Of course there are risks. About one in four kids who train like this are killed.

My father explained the reason i had to get extra experience to me once. You have older brothers Wrath they are going to be taking over the farm. We do not have much so your going to have to take up a profession. It can take years to reach level 10 being a tailer or even accountant. So i am sorry son but we are going to have to level you up now.

My father had already cranked the crossbow and I aim like I have been taught. Breath in breath out kill a goblin. I nail the goblin. A single shot takes the goblin in the head. My dad nods his head. “Good job son take the crossbow and try and snipe another Goblin. I will stay here so you get all the experience. Remember drop the crossbow after you fire I will pick it up later.”

Goblins have a great sense of smell so I check the wind and my father nods his head at me. I carefully approach the goblin camp. There are several goblins sleeping under a tree. I aim at the biggest and shoot him in the head. I drop the crossbow and get ready to run when i notice something. The goblins are not moving.

Thats when it hits me i am going to die. This must be a ambush. I stop moving and look around. I hear a sound was that bird or is a monster coming to kill me. I stand next to the tree and try to be unnoticeable as i reload the crossbow.

My father can do it six to seven times faster than i can. After all I need a bigger crank. The goblins are still not moving and now its time to make up my mind. Could it be it is a trap. But who would leave that many goblin corpses around just to trap me. Where are the monsters who are coming to kill me.

I look around and there not anywhere nearby. One of the goblins turns over and thats it. I shoot him in the chest. The goblin who is hit is actually pushed along the ground for a bit.

Its over whoever set up this ambush is going to get me. I frantically reload and then stop. Wait time to check my experience bar. Its at 412. it was at 307 before i came over. My experience went up its generally about 50 experience points per goblin so are the goblins just that good at sleeping?

You can get a lot of good titles from killing monsters when there asleep. So time to sneak up and get a bit more experience. Of course thats what my father would do. Its time to get moving.

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I remember what my father thought me and loaded the crossbow. Then i moved forward and started to harvest experience. There were seven goblins left alive. I sneaked forward and picked up a stone to smash in there skulls. The Goblins smelled horrible two had brown stains in there pants. They smelled like gone off beer. They were all drunk.

I would have loved nothing more at that moment but to block my noise but i needed both hand to smash the rock on the goblins head. The goblins were easily dealt with. Three of them were different to the usual type. One had a staff thrown nearby. A goblin mage or shaman. The other was massive for a goblin. The third was a female more blue than green. She must have been a variant.

Pulling the stone back I was about to brain a goblin when i realized the goblins have weapons. Time for some robbing. My father was strict he did not give me a sword because i might get over confident. I was told to run right after shooting the crossbow bolt. The goblins had better weapons than I did.

I realized that point when I stole a sword from the variant blue goblin. It was much better quality than even my fathers sword. I sighed even the goblins had better equipment them me. Still i was keeping this sword. I got ready it was over quickly i stabbed the variant in the neck and then stabbed the goblin shaman.

I gutted them all and then headed for the big one. The sword slit his throat and he sat there like a big sheep. The bigger goblin was absolutely filthy. He had flees and lice. But his armour was well maintained and his sword was amazing. Unfortunately he was on top of his purse and was much to heavy to move.

I looked around for a hatchet. There was a axe but there was no way it would be able to cut enough of the big goblin for me to be able to get to his gold. Still the shaman had a book on him and the blue variant had a bag of herbs. I also grabbed the staff. Goblins sometimes do good work.

My father looked at the gear i had collected and almost cried when i told him about the Goblins being drunk. He looted the big goblin he called a hobgoblin and then grinned at me. “This is a hob goblin son they are bigger than a standard goblin. This is a typical raiding party they might have just finished raiding a farm.”

My Father grinned “This is why your uncle has that shed in back. If he is raided the goblins drink the booze and are easier to catch. Go to the village and get the guards and trackers. I will wait here and ambush any straddlers that come along. Only the higher ups were allowed booze. Those others must have been straddlers.”

It did not take me long to reach the village and Thomas the local guard ran off and grabbed a couple of hounds. Fifteen men were summoned and we set off.

Thomas looked at me again “Your sure your father said hob goblin?”

I nodded “He was big and smelly there was also a blue one and a shaman”

Thomas swore “Thats not good there has not been a hobgoblin in these parts in years. My da killed the last forty or fifty years ago. We have to root them all out.”

When we got to the tree where the Goblin bodies were left. My father seemed to appear out of the Forrest. Thomas nodded to my father “Your son did a great thing we will sent word to the local lords. In the meantime its time we put down some poison. Your son found the problem does he want the bounty or the experience.” My father grinned “He gets the experience. The bounty is not all that great anyway”

Thomas nodded “Very well Alpha your son can put down the poison and we will have him install the traps. You know he might gain a poisoner title.” My father laughed “Let him we get rats i would love some poison that actually works.”

And thats how i spend a week putting down traps and poisoning animals. The poison was slow acting so hopefully the goblins would hunt and kill the animals that had ingested the poison and die.