[Rick every single one of them are Tier 4! The Royal Guards aren’t strong enough to handle this!]
‘Dammit!’
“GEEDI !! RETREAT NOW! All of you! RETREAT”
“Don’t let a single one escape! Chase them all down! Goblins dare raise a blade at us? Kill one of our own?! The Warlord will kill us twice over if we don’t bring back their heads!”
“SHUT THE FUCK UP! I WILL KILL YOU NEXT SWINE! GEEDI I SAID TO RETREAT NOW!”
Geedi and the rest of the Royal Guards who were in the middle of trying to set up their triangle formation to comabt the Orcs, hesitated for a few moments after Rick told them to leave. How could they do that? Their whole purpose was to protect him and he was telling them to leave?
It was conflicting, but only for a few moments. They had never seen Rick so angry…so bloodthirsty…so…full of wrath. He was usually so happy, and full of joy with them. But at the moment he looked anything but joyful. The flames around his fists seemingly blazed with the intent to kill. They seemed ravenous even. The green fire a complete opposite of the serene nature of a lush green forest.
But of course that wasn’t the only thing that made the Royal Guards leave despite their unwillingness to do so.
It was the power in Ricks voice. Rick didn’t know this yet, but it would truly be hard to find a Goblin that would disobey an order from a Royal. It was only right that the authority they held within their race be unmatched. Especially when that order is being imbued with essence of power only a Royal Goblin would possess.
Though despite them eventually retreating with haste…hesitation was hesitation. And against a Tier 4 opponent? Hesitation could prove catastrophic and it did.
After giving the order to retreat and cursing at a Orc, Rick didnt just sit back and watch it all happen. Nor did the Orcs.
They rushed forward the power of a Tier 4 while rushed in instead to be block instead of his initial thought of going after the leader of the group. Loruk, Surgsha, along with Kris and Krel who were both wounded also stepped in to help secure the retreat of the guards.
They didn’t need to be ordered and would never leave their Future King to fight on his own in the first place.
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But reality was always the biggest reminder of one’s weakness.
They were outnumbered and two of their members were already weakened. It wouldn’t have have a been a problem to block them if Geedi and the others were already a distance away, but they had rushed into the battle directly with Rick and were already in the midst of moving to attack the Orcs, so the distance between wasn’t large to begin with.
One of the Guards, a male covered in furs from beats he hunted himself was a bit slower than the rest and before he even realized what was happening a sword neared his neck.
Velora noticed and called out to Rick.
“NOOO STOP!!!!”
Rick cried out as he moved to reach the Goblin, but while his words would’ve been listened intently by Goblins…since when did Orcs have that same inclination? The answer was never.
*Thud*
The head of the Goblin landed almost landed on the ground with a soft thud. The eyes on the Goblin head, wide with shock.
The chaos of the battlefield seemingly coming to a hault as the sound of the head reaching the ground resounded in Rick’s ears numbers times over.
His steps slowed and Velora went silent. As Rick took in the scene before him.
Rick had been in this new world for quite some time now. He had adapted, learned about the world, embraced his new people, had laughs, create goals, been angry, seen new things he had only ready about in books…but the death of a fellow Goblin? He had yet to experience it this vividly.
He heard yet to watch one of his people die in battle. Right before his eyes, without the ability to help him.
Time to seemed to slow as Rick finally began to process the scene he just witnessed.
It was at this period that one would need to remember the description of Rick’s Magic.
{ A Goblin's Wrath – Your Chosen Element is now the fire that drives your armies to victory on any battlefield. Burn your enemies to cinder with the fires that dwell within the heart of every Goblin. Your mana will now strictly be attributed to Goblin Fire, and it will have the added effect of causing the minds of your opponents to break down, leading them to become uncontrollable, attacking both friend and foe. }
{ Any Goblin touched by your fire will feel strengthened for a limited time, before being weakened once the duration expires. }
{ The strength of your fire grows alongside you. }
{ Beware the Wrath of the King of Goblins }
It was the last line of the description that one would need to remember in order to understand what was about to take place.
Beware the Wrath of the King of Goblins.
It was then that Rick let out a gut wrenching roar.
"ARGGGGGGGGGHHHHH!!!"
It shook the forest around him, as the eyeballs now blalzed with green fire and the flames themselves quickly danced with wild abandon in every direction with him as the center. Nothing was untouched in his vicinity. The nearby Goblins felt stronger than ever before, the Orcs were all fighting with Zeal and deadliness now became mad and began attacking each other. The ground beneath their feet became scorched and the trees and bushes began to burn.
Only Goblin-Kind would ever be safe from the Wrath of the King of Goblins.
Though while the Orcs were in the process of attacking each other, Rick would not allow them to kill each other.
Their lives were his to claim.