Cracked Wall Goblin Camp Novels & Stories

The elder brother was named Grook Scully, while the younger one was Golye Scully. Goyle raised his fingers and said, "Not bad! It's not been too long, and we've already made seventy thousand spirit crystals! This is just the first day. I've already looked into it. The Toman Battlefield is at its largest during the first day, and the demons are littered all over the place.

My senses all in alert, I activated my Evil eyes ready for that unknown creature… the groaning intensified, the creature approached revealing its appearance… Small in size, green skin, ugly face and pointy ears… it held a handmade spear with a pointy rock at the edge… the creature reeked of bad smell and was not alone… This creature that preys on women and raids human villages without leaving a soul behind, usually lives in small groups, but when they are under stronger beast guidance… they become a threat that must be subjugated… So it was them who preyed on women of the capitol… these heinous creatures called “Cave dwellers” or more commonly…Goblins! I am surrounded by them… how many are t

A handsome three tiered concrete dome rose in the distance, blazing white in the blatant morning sun. A lawn stretched out in front where a fountain was playing in the center. Gravel crackled beneath his feet as Broot dashed towards the front door. A tiny dwarf bowed down and flung the gate opes as Broot waved his hand to enter. The hallway was large, lines of dusty portrait of look alike goblins adorned the walls, the stone floor was covered in a moth eaten carpet. A rank smell of decay hung in the air. The hallway ended and a heavy door blocked his path. He took a deep breath and turned the stone handle. The room was dark and full of dwarfs sitting at a long stone table. At the far end of

He saw Sylph's great spirit still guarding the magic wall he created to remain solid and impenetrable. In front of him, there was a fierce battle between the Greenwood Golems and the Manticores, Hell-Hounds, and Behemoths. But, certainly, the Greenwood Golems would soon lose, considering the number of demons that were coming more and more. Keefe could see the elf army was exhausted. Even though they were constantly consuming Dragon Potions, the strength and pressure they faced from the enemy were getting heavier. Sooner or later, the magic wall would collapse.

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.

“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.

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.

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.