Goblins Cave Part 3 Novels & Stories

"Because we aren't going to ask nicely." The room spun a little for Ben, but he swallowed hard and pushed away the dizziness. The goblins didn't know that the gargoyles were close by. He only had to stall. The goblin dragged him out of the room. Another room was set up with a camera and a laptop. Not the nicest one he'd seen, but not the worst. They couldn't post it to his channel unless they knew his passwords. Or, for some reason, YouTube let them. Was the website run by goblins? Had they infiltrated tech sites as well? This was going deeper and deeper down a rabbit hole the more time he spent here. The goblin shoved him into the chair facing the camera. "We have a script for you to read."

' The beasts that they met till then were, at best, in the middle tier of the third rank, only their numbers were incredibly high. 'More than three hundred River crocodiles and around a hundred Fog goblins. If we consider the goblins as an exception, we should meet five hundred or so rank 3 beasts in the next floor.' The students went through the passage and exited in a sultry mountain location. Black smoke came out from the top of each mountain, they seemed volcanoes ready to explode. There were six spots where the smoke came out while every exposed area seemed deserted. Nigel spoke in a soft voice to the others.

' The beasts that they met till then were, at best, in the middle tier of the third rank, only their numbers were incredibly high. 'More than three hundred River crocodiles and around a hundred Fog goblins. If we consider the goblins as an exception, we should meet five hundred or so rank 3 beasts in the next floor.' The students went through the passage and exited in a sultry mountain location. Black smoke came out from the top of each mountain, they seemed volcanoes ready to explode. There were six spots where the smoke came out while every exposed area seemed deserted. Nigel spoke in a soft voice to the others.

He knew the path from the book: a narrow goat trail leading to a hidden cave overlooking the battlefield. He found it—a dark fissure in the cliffside, pulsing with a malevolent energy. Inside, on a crude stone altar, sat the artifact: a black cube of obsidian, veined with crimson light that throbbed like a diseased heart. He could hear the distant sounds of battle—the grunts of men, the sizzle of Keith’s fire magic, the unearthly shrieks of disintegrating ghouls. It wouldn't take them long. He had to move.

This was obviously a place much frequented by the Goblins. They were in agreement that it had to be investigated. They climbed the wall, Garath slowly peering over the top edge when he reached it. He pulled himself up and moved aside, staying low as Torila joined him. Lying low to the ground, they stared at the plateau ahead of them. There was a vast cave in the mountainside that rose on the far side. Dozens of Goblins milled about, all armed. Torila suppressed a gasp when she saw a Troll near the cave opening.

Rose asked. “These goblins really aren’t your average ones. They seem to have a system in their group. Which means that they have a leader. Their leader is probably a hobgoblin, I can’t be sure though,” Matthew said. Matthew took a short breath before continuing. “We’ll attack them at noon, when they are most probably asleep. They would have two guards staying at the entrance and another four on patrol not far from the fence. We’ll move silently and quickly. The cave is gonna be pretty tight to move, my sword might be too long to be swinging inside.”

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

Any more weight on those twigs, and all his magicians would be left without wands again. Reluctantly, the hobgoblin told them to use his reinforced barbed club. Metal was tougher than stone, and it did the trick. “Gogobogo,” the hobgoblin grunted as he crawled into the dark cave that smelled stale. The place was truly abandoned for a long time. Weaving a spell of fire, the shamans used their bent wands as torches and led the way, unaware of the stealthy footsteps at the cave entrance.

I, Leo, the rest of the family searched the whole damn house but we couldn't find her. A car is missing from the garage, ghost is on it trying to locate her. Arya just got her ass into some deep troubles.