Cracked Wall Goblin Camp Novels & Stories

I tried to destroy the rock by pushing it many times it takes hours but the rock is slowly pushing away and in a final push *crack* "HHUUPPP!!!" *BAG* I slowly crawl out and witness where am i there is a lot of gravestones that are carved or inserted at the wall *WAAAAA* *HEEEELLLP!!!** **RRROOAAARRRRR* **GRRRROOU* and a horrifying scene takes place right before my eyes there's this man feasting the body of the person lying on the ground

This made him reach the high level easily. Now, he needed some energy to level up. Kobolds wasn't enough, he also needed a goblin here or the other monsters. He needs the soul of orcs and kobolds to reach the evolution requirements. He was quite surprised by the numbers of kobolds. He estimated that their total number was above two hundred. This number surprised him. This exceeded the number of what a low-level dungeon could hold. But what surprised him most were the goblins. The number of goblins exceeded the number of kobolds. As expected of a goblin, their fertility rate was higher than any ordinary monster. The only problem was that it wasn't that of a great fighter.

Those who remained on the wall lowered their crossbows, seeing for the first time what mothers told their children about while they spent long winter evenings by the fire. From the forest, destroying everything in its path, strange creatures appeared. There were two of them: their bodies consisted of huge boulders of rock, when moving they made a low rumbling roar, their shoulders and heads, which were hardly guessed, were covered with green moss, and in some places clung to stone and thin trees. - What's the attack?! - the commander of hundreds rubbed his eyes. “Fam,” he roughly poked a nearby young guard who was looking over the wall with his mouth open, “do you see this too, or has old ag

“There must be a hole somewhere along the wall. We found several Ogres last month walking around. They have been dealt with. I had my men patch one hole, but if you feel the pull, there must be loose stones somewhere." Father used his beak to peck several large stones until his beak went right through one. Pecking it again over and over, he stuck his rugged claw through the bottom. A glamour spell had been used to impersonate the wall. There was an entire open entrance for anyone to walk in or out of if you knew where to look. “Gods,” Orion rolled his eyes. “This is disastrous. Do you know what will happen if we have Ogres come out of there?” Orion threw his hands up just as Willa landed. “Y

Bathed in the bright white glow of the waystick's light, the wall exudes an aura of mystery and hidden knowledge. But it is the sight of the large gouge that captures their attention. Carved into the stone, the gouge resembles a deep bite mark, as if a colossal serpent with massive fangs had taken a chunk out of the wall. The realization dawns upon them that this might be the very spot where the guardian lost her fangs, a physical testament to her guardianship and the challenges she faced.

she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "Something's not right," he replied, silver-blue eyes narrowed in concentration. "The stones here are loose—see?" He touched a seemingly innocuous rock, and it depressed slightly into the wall with a soft click. "Back away, everyone!" Gabriel ordered, his deep voice resonating against the stone. They retreated just as a section of the passage ahead crumbled, revealing a pit of sharpened stakes glistening ominously in the dim light. "By the moon..." Elijah breathed out, shaken but composed.

Even pushing together, we can't move the rock. The goblins are too close now. Within a matter of seconds, they'll be on us. Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath. There it is. The tiny flicker inside of me. Focusing on it, I let it grow ... and then I unleash it. The rock rolls down the hill and hits the first goblin. It screams as it's knocked off its feet and tumbles down the rocky terrain. The rock hits a couple more goblins, and the sight is gruesome. They definitely won't be getting back up. The rest of their buddies shriek in terror and back away, knowing they're in for something similar.

My energy was draining fast, my body craving food, my mind clouding with doubt. I stumbled to a clearing when the earth beneath me rumbled. The ground cracked. Then came the Black Goblins—dozens at first, then hundreds, their black, ashy skin glowing faintly under the pale light. They hated sorcerers, always had. Unlike the White Goblins, these creatures were pure hostility. They formed a ring around me, baring teeth, hissing threats. One stepped forward—taller than the others, a crooked crown on his head. His voice slithered through the air like poison.

“There’s a weakness there." Xaren nodded grimly and with blades drawn and hearts pounding like war drums, they pressed on, toward the castle, toward Reyes. They reached the cracked portion of the west wall just as the sky deepened into bruised twilight. Smoke from the battlefield still curled in the air behind them, casting a haze over the forest and tinting the dying light a deep, burnt orange. The damage to the wall was just as Triston had guessed—an old scar from a forgotten war, ignored by the overconfident Nyxorian guard. Moss covered much of the split stone, but the gap was still large enough for two wolves to slip through if they shifted.

The hollow stank of blood and smoke, the copper bite of spilled life mixing with the damp earth and crushed moss beneath their feet. The walls trembled with the weight of battle already fought, cracks spidering across the stone where magic had detonated moments before. Faint embers glowed in the corners of the ruined chamber, flickering weakly as if afraid to shine too bright in the presence of such violence.