SPOILER INSIDE: GOBLIN NAME CHEAT SHEET SELECTSHOW
SPOILER INSIDE: OTHER CHARACTERS SELECTSHOW
VOLUME 2: INTERMISSION – ATTACK II
Status
Name Gi Zo
Race Goblin
Level 19
Class Druid
Possessed Skills Magic Manipulation; Water Manipulation; Inspire
Divine Protection God of WaterIren
Attributes Water
Gi De’s subordinates returned in haste and reported to the water mage, Gi Zo.
“Humans are attacking?”
Gi Zo did not know much about humans. The most he knew about them were the king’s treasures, Reshia and Lili. Then there was Mattis who would prepare dried meat for them and the humans who would repair the fences.
“The humans killed Gi De!?”
The reporting goblin shivered in fright when he saw the usually calm Gi Zo turn furious. The goblin continued to shake as he reported that Gi Zo sacrificed himself to let them go. By the end of the report, Gi Zo was shaking in fury.
“It doesn’t matter who it is. If they bare their fangs against us, then we shall cut them down.”
He needed to inform the spearman, Gi Da, too. So he ordered the goblin to send word. As for him, he had to pay a visit to the king’s treasure, Lady Reshia.
There would probably be some unrest from the humans because of who they were fighting. He hoped Reshia and Lili could help quell that unrest. This particularity of his to be concerned about others’ feelings is one of the things the king and Gi Za held in esteem. Unfortunately, they were the only ones who thought so.
To the goblins, power is everything. Things like concern or empathy, which have no effect on one’s social standing in the horde couldn’t be any less relevant. And it would be so until the king solidifies his position as the rightful ruler of the horde.
Gi Zo himself did not see his power as greater than his peers, though he did find himself lacking from time to time. Because of that he felt the weight of his duty as the caretaker of the village.
“Lady Reshia, Lord Lili, it’s Gi Zo,” Gi Zo knocked, and the ladies granted him permission to enter.
Gi Zo’s respectful attitude to the king’s treasure was also born from his sense of responsibility. As he entered the crude yet orderly house of the king, he began to explain the situation. He held down the fury brimming within from the death of Gi De as he calmly reported to the king’s treasure. Afterwards, he asked them to help calm the humans.
“Very well. I shall do as you ask,” Reshia said.
Letting out a breath of relief, Gi Zo left the house. In his eyes burnt the fire of wrath born from the loss of his brethren.
“Lord Gi Zo,” the spearman, Gi Da, had his spear over his shoulder as he called out to him.
“Has lord Gi Ga returned?” Gi Zo asked, to which Gi Da shook his head. “Then there’s no other choice. We will have to overcome this danger ourselves… Lord Gi Da, I leave the village to you. I shall scatter the humans.”
Gi Da’s eyes opened wide upon hearing those words.
“No. I, should go! Lord Gi Za, is the village chief! I go!”
His burning heart seemed to fan his feelings, and he stamped his feet and even hit the ground with the butt of his spear.
“Not quite, Lord Gi Da. It is Lord Gi Ga who is in charge of the village. I am merely a representative, but it is my duty to protect the village.”
Gi Da eventually understood after it was repeatedly explained to him. The difference in intelligence between a normal goblin and a druid was big. Fortunately, Gi Zo was able to convince Gi Da to let him go.
“I will take those I can. Though my heart isn’t steady, I leave the village to you, Lord Gi Da!”
“Leave it, to me! I, protect village!”
The males of the goblins that could fight numbered 90. But that number included the injured and the greenhorns.
The goblins could reproduce incessantly, so it came as no surprise that they have already caught up to their old numbers before the orc war.
Gi Zo took with him only a third of the goblins, but each and every one of them was the cream of the crop, every one of them a hardened veteran.
The horde of goblins headed east.
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The female adventurer known as the White Hand of Life was – as the name implied – dressed in a gaudy, white robe from head to toe.
“It’s over! It’s over I tell you!” The elderly-looking adventurer clicked his hand when he saw the scene before him.
“It’s alright, it’s alright. Everything is going to be fine.” The White Hand of Life was as optimistic as ever.
“…” It was probably because of his taciturn personality that the other adventurer quietly held his shield up despite looking like he was about to curse any moment now.
A horde of goblins was before them.
After Gulland’s group that consisted mostly of adventurers destroyed an orc village, they went deeper into the forest to search for the saint while having fun hunting monsters.
Thinking about it logically, the orcs were probably at the top of the food chain here. There were a lot of them, but after Gulland attacked them, they immediately ran away. If those orcs were at the top, then it should stand to reason that the level of the monsters around weren’t much, so Gulland split his group into three.
“Would it have been better to go with the boss? Or maybe with the Wand of Destruction?” The elderly-looking adventurer quietly asked to no one in particular.
The White Hand of Life wasn’t happy with his mumblings, and she filled the wand in her hand with magic power.
“The divine god would rather you do your job than complain,” she said.
“Right, right… I probably should start currying favor with god now, eh.”