Novel & Cerita Goblin King From The Hobbit

The Witch King had selected a few dozen out of thousands of strong adults to finally succeed in the experiment. The strongest one was like a fierce tiger about to choose its prey. He was the king of the insect warriors! He was at the peak in terms of strength and speed, and was a perfect killing machine! He was created from the corpse of Conrad Gibbs, the First War God. “Go.” The Witch King ordered the guards to remove the chains from these insect soldiers and pointed toward the exit, saying, “Kill all the intruders. Leave no one alive!” “Roar...”

He fought the overpowering urge to summon his dragon and hail down fire and brimstone upon Lord Orc and his kind, destroying every single one of them savages. “Good d-day, my dist-tinguis-shed k-kings.” The globin welcomed, sauntering to the front of the cave, his eyes round with mischief. “Today-y, we h-have some rare, m-magical relics for the p-possessions of kings.” A boisterous cheer and applause resounded and the goblin giggled, his head stiff to his neck. “B-bring in the first item-m.” He waved over a younger globin who wheeled in a double-edged silver sword.

His voice slithered through the air like poison. "Who gave you permission to walk our sacred grounds?" I stood tall, ignoring the ache in my legs. "I don’t owe you an explanation, creature. Step aside." Gasps erupted among the goblins. The crowned one snarled. "You dare insult me? Goblins! Tear him apart! Keep his heart and brain intact—we’ll need them." I laughed—a cruel, dry laugh. "Fools. You dare threaten me? I am Azanlin—the sun, the daylight, the fire beneath the earth. I am the Sorcerer King. Stand against me, and you’ll become ash."

Some of the elves chuckled and some even stuck out their tongues. “While moving further to the south, a man became obsessed with becoming King. He is arrogant, selfish, stingy, greedy, and dictatorial. Leading outcasts like Trolls, Ogres, vultures, and even Cyclops." Wiggy squeezed the fork he was holding until it bent. The Elves joined in a growl, some sticking out their tongues again, this time with displeased faces.

They have no choice but to fight. “They’re too many. What are we going to do now?” Cybelle mumbled while summoning her double sword. “Angelo, stay by my side.” Angelo hummed while trembling because he never seen that kind of creature in his entire life. Goblin is an evil creature. Their appearance is almost small like dwarfs, and outright malicious, with hairy skin in green color, having sharp and long ears, big mouth and crooked sharp teeth—in short, ugly. They like to steal weapons, especially gold and jewelry, and any things that can be useful. Also, goblins like to kidnap girls as their plaything, torturing them until they die. They are more cunning than humans, but they are also a cowar

“Dude, do you want me to give you a mirror? You got disgusting holes on your oily face. You’re a motherfucking kraken.” Gollum passively snickered at her comment. “But one of you is clearly out of place,” added Gray. “I mean, look at him.” She gestured her hand toward Gollum with a jeering expression. “One of you is clearly one of the irreplaceable cast of The Hobbit.” Fakey, Ursula and the tentacled-faced man who looked half the old man’s age couldn’t help but chortle at her remark. Gollum, on the other hand, was obviously displeased.

"Hello, who's this warrior?" "My bodyguard," Eden growled, clearly impatient. Petros scoffed. "She looks far too smart for that." "You can debate the intelligence of my bodyguard on your own time. Did you find the Blood King?" Seriousness overtook Petros. "I followed him as long as I could, but we ran into something I've never seen before, cousin. It sent chills down even my spine." "What was it?" "The dead." Eden's eyes flared with gold. "I need a word with my cousin. Everyone out."

she reasoned. He snorted angrily. "She deserves what awaits here out there," he muttered coldly with visible disdain in his eyes. I shudder in both shock and fright. I had never expected him to be this heartless and cold. I had always viewed him as a gentle, kind and thoughtful man. "Take her further to the edge of the forest and prepare the potion," he ordered solemnly and servants, who heard his commanding tone, shivered before rushing to carry out his order. The guards pulled me roughly. The sharp edges of the rocks cut through my skin as they dragged me even on the floor whenever I fell weakling, unable to bear the weight of my body with my wobbling legs.

He must be their leader then. The goblin leader beside me turned, “Yes, Goirahn?” The goblin hesitantly took a step but approached him and instantly whispered to him, “Master. This is important.” “What?” The goblin leader snapped, “Just tell me the news.” He cleared his throat, and I could recognize him as the one who smoked fire and then took me here. Damn. So he must be one of the goblin leader’s underlings. “The princess’s company got out.”

After saying that, Mortas heads off into the direction the soldier pointed too. .... Back at the cave, Fenrir walks closer to the sounds he is hearing. He can now make out distinct voices. "Our boys got a decent haul over these last few days." A voice says. "After losing so many of my goblins it's time to replenish my army." Fenrir gets close enough to see what's happening. In a large cavern, he sees a small army of goblins as well as an Orc that stands over seven feet tall. 'That must have been the voice I was hearing, he must be the leader.'