Goblin Attack Force Novels & Stories

When they passed next to a forest, Rhobart suddenly said, “I just remembered a shortcut to the Hammer Clan. By late afternoon tomorrow, we will be reunited with the others.” “You do know shortcuts are often dangerous,” Ayla commented. “Not as dangerous as your tea.” Ayla glared at him, and he cleared his throat. “See those mountains?” he asked while pointing at the horizon. “There is a path between them. Normally it is not dangerous, but sometimes goblins will try to attack travelers who are foolish enough to get close to their cave.” Goblins were small humanoid creatures with green, leathery skin that offered some protection against the weather and weapons. They were very agile and preferre

“And your guess is spot on this time. A goblin chieftain dropped an average of 20 kilos of magic gem per body. But because all of them are unstable, they break easily upon too much magic attack.” “Uh… So?” I raised an eyebrow. “Are we not using our powers then?” Clairmont shrugged again. “We’ll just have to attack him. Physically.” “Ah.” I mouthed. Well, he made it sound easy, although it’s not. Or is it? “Okay, physically. Got it.” At the moment, I agreed to what Clairmont said. Although I didn’t know how to attack physically, Clairmont could teach me the tricks. As I turned back to the direction of the cliff, I mentally prepared myself for the attack.

"Thank you." Before I could respond, Jet interrupted. "We should attack at night," he suggested. "We’re strongest then. Daylight weakens us." I nodded. "True. But attacking at night won’t be easy." "Why not?" Jet frowned. "Because the witches and wizards draw their power from the sun. If we strike in the night, we weaken ourselves but give them an advantage in the next battle." Lily chimed in, "What about the goblins?" "They’re like us," I said. "Night creatures. They’ll fight with us, not against us. We’ll have to coordinate the assault — vampires, goblins, shadow beasts, and others. We need to strike together."

He flapped vigorously, rising high and knocking over a few more attackers. Nayara made a similar assault on the Goblin army. It was more vast in size, but she managed to reduce their numbers a bit more before being driven back by the Mages. She, too, roared in defiance as she rose into the sky. She began to circle once more, taking in the mass of Goblins below. She, too, was surprised at their relatively small numbers. It was possible that the Goblins had underestimated the required number of attackers; they were not known as great tacticians. But she refused to believe that the Alva’himar, who she was certain were behind the entire conflict, would be so sloppy. It was more than a little tro

Several times, she cast an Ice Spear and Wind Arrows toward the goblins. I shifted my gaze to observe the attack formations of the other groups. One particular group displayed impressive coordination in their attacks. They were all male adventurers, consisting of a sword and shield user, a greatsword user, an archer, and a mage. Their composition was well-balanced, with two front liners and two back liners. They also demonstrated good coordination, especially the shield bearer, who seemed to possess the ability to draw the enemy's attention. "Hey Vans, you bastard, why are you just watching!" Nick yelled at me.

Ethan and Robin fought side by side, their camaraderie evident in their synchronized attacks and well-honed combat skills. Erica, though initially shaken, tapped into a well of inner strength. She reached deep within herself, channeling her fear into a focused determination. With newfound confidence, she struck back at the goblins, her movements fluid and precise. Her earlier injury forgotten, she fought with a ferocity that surprised even herself. The clash between the group and the goblins intensified, the forest echoing with the clash of weapons and the cries of battle. Adrenaline surged through their veins, fueling their every move as they fought for survival. Leori's leadership shone th

he shouted. On the far end of the street, the goblins formed rows. The commander turns to his group, silently looks at them. The horn blows. "Charge!" he shorts. "If anybody dies with a clean sword, I'll feed their carcass to the Fierdian beasts!" Goblins, encouraged by their commander, charged forward. They lowered their full-armored bodies. Spearmen charged forward, spears readied. The goblins, in their charge, impaled themselves. They started retreating.

Mane suddenly said, and Lily replied thusly, “Yeah. It’s been almost ten minutes.” It was odd, considering how many attacks they had weathered in the 40 minutes that they had been here. They had to withstand attacks almost every minute, and each time they finished off the goblins within a few seconds. In fact, if it wasn’t because of how swiftly Mane dispatched off the goblins, it was highly likely that the next wave would come when they were still engaged with the last. But things had been very quiet for the last few minutes. It had been ten whole minutes since the last attack, and not one goblin had showed up.

The spirit of the ancient werewolf guardian I had encountered at the sanctuary seemed to guide me, giving me strength and clarity. "We need to disrupt his connection to the dark force," I realized, the guardian's voice echoing in my mind. "It's the only way to weaken him enough to defeat him." With renewed determination, I rallied our forces. "Focus on Gabriel! We have to break his connection to the dark force!" Elijah and Nathanial joined me in a concentrated assault on Gabriel. The witches lent their magic, creating a barrier to isolate him from his followers. The battle reached a fever pitch as we poured everything we had into our attacks.

The goblins wielded swords and axes, some battle-sharpened, others merely tools that had been leftover in the old factory. They weren't all equally matched or prepared for battle. It would be so easy to rip their throats out and call it a day, but he knew that perpetuating more violence wasn't the answer. He needed them to see that peace was the answer, not more death. The rebels were fierce, and they outnumbered Damon's team, but he traded blows and clawed at his foes with every ounce of energy he had. The battle was fierce, and in the chaos of shifting forms and flashing claws, and he raged against the goblins with fury and voracity, biting and clawing at any that came near him. For every