Creation system
Chapter 35: Goblin’s hut battle

Chapter 35: Goblin’s hut battle

The familiar’s guttural bark echoed through the forest clearing, a primal warning that sent shivers down the spines of the goblin camp.

The creature’s hackles rose as it bared gleaming fangs, positioning itself before the green-skinned threats.

The goblins’ yellow eyes narrowed with predatory focus as they immediately unsheathed their crude weapons.

Behind the cover of the trees, Mitch and Leya exchanged a quick glance, their hearts pounding in synchronized rhythm.

The plan was simple: strike fast, strike hard, and leave no survivors. They had been waiting for the perfect moment when the creatures would be distracted and vulnerable.

As the goblins charged toward the familiar with bloodthirsty war cries, Mitch and Leya burst from their concealment like twin shadows given deadly form.

Their boots barely made a sound against the forest floor as they sprinted toward the four goblin archers positioned at the rear of the formation.

The archers, completely fixated on the snarling familiar before them, drew back their bowstrings, completely oblivious to the danger approaching from behind.

Mitch’s muscles coiled as he ran. Without breaking stride, he extended his right hand and channeled his magical energy into two perfectly formed spheres of crackling blue energy.

The mana balls whistled through the air, each one finding its target among the distant archers.

The explosions were instantaneous and devastating. The first mana ball struck the leftmost archer square in the chest, detonating with such force that the goblin’s torso simply ceased to exist, leaving only a shower of crimson mist and scattered bone fragments.

The second explosion caught an archer mid-draw, the magical energy tearing through his bow and into his skull, painting the nearby trees with gore.

The metallic scent of blood filled the air as viscera rained down like a grotesque crimson snow. Chunks of flesh and splinters of bone decorated the forest floor in a macabre mosaic that made even the seasoned warriors’ stomachs churn.

Meanwhile, Leya had closed the distance to the surviving archer with predatory grace.

Her sword sang as it left its sheath, the blade catching the light for just a moment before it found its home between the goblin’s ribs.

The creature’s eyes widened in shock and pain as Leya’s sword pierced flesh, puncturing his heart. Dark blood frothed from his lips as he collapsed, his bow clattering uselessly to the ground.

Mitch disposed of the last archer, using the same strategy as Leya.

The remaining goblins wheeled around at the sound of the explosions, their primitive minds struggling to process the carnage before them.

Where moments ago five of their comrades had stood ready with bows, now only scattered remains and two humans stood defiantly, their swords piercing their comrades’ hearts. The sight was enough to send the bravest goblin warrior into a rage-fueled frenzy.

Three shield-bearing goblins, their crude wooden shields reinforced with rusted metal bands, charged forward with thunderous battle roars.

Their massive feet pounded against the earth, shaking loose leaves from the branches overhead.

Behind them, seven knife-wielding goblins split into flanking formations, their smaller frames allowing them to dart between trees and attempt to surround their human prey.

Mitch and Leya moved as one, their partnership forged through countless battles evident in every fluid motion.

They intercepted the first flanking goblin. Mitch’s blade, still humming with residual magical energy and emanating a strong wind pressure, swept in a perfect arc that separated a goblin’s head from its shoulders so cleanly that the creature took two more steps before its body realized it was already dead.

Blood fountained from the severed neck as the corpse crumpled to the forest floor.

Leya’s sword work was equally devastating but bore her own unique signature. Her blade seemed to drink in the ambient light, its edge glowing with an ethereal frost that made the air around it shimmer with cold.

As her sword bit deep into a goblin’s torso, ice crystals immediately began forming around the wound, spreading outward like frozen spider webs across the creature’s green skin.

The goblin’s scream of pain turned into a rattling wheeze as the supernatural cold sapped its strength and slowed its movements to a crawl.

The battle intensified as the remaining enemies closed in. Two more goblins fell to the deadly duo’s coordinated assault, Mitch’s blade found one’s throat while Leya’s frost-enchanted weapon opened another from sternum to spine.

But the shield-bearers finally reached them.

Two of the massive goblins converged on Mitch, their tower shields creating a wall of wood and metal that seemed to dwarf the human warrior.

The third engaged Leya, but she found herself facing not just the shield-bearer but also two quick knife-wielding goblins who had successfully completed their flanking maneuver.

Leya’s weapon emanated waves of supernatural cold that made the air itself visible as crystalline mist.

The goblins surrounding her could feel the unnatural chill seeping into their bones, and their primitive instincts screamed warnings of danger. Frost began forming on their weapons and armor wherever the sword’s aura touched.

The shield-bearer raised his enormous blade, a crude but effective weapon that was more cleaver than a sword, and brought it down in a crushing overhead strike.

Leya’s own shield, smaller but expertly crafted, met the blow with a resounding crash that echoed through the forest.

The impact sent shockwaves up her arm, but her training held true. Without missing a beat, she pivoted and thrust her sword forward in a perfect riposte, aiming for the gap in her opponent’s defenses.

The blade struck the goblin’s shield with a sound like breaking ice, leaving a spider web of frost across the wooden surface.

Pain lanced through Leya’s left calf as one of the knife-wielding goblins found an opening.

The crude blade, though not well-forged, was sharp enough to part flesh and draw a crimson line across her leg.

The injury sent lightning bolts of agony up her leg, and she couldn’t suppress a sharp cry of pain that cut through the sounds of battle.

"You filthy bastard!" Leya snarled, her voice carrying both pain and fury as she whirled to face her attacker.