"Who the hell are you?" the king asked in a majestic tone, making his large figure feel like a marble statue towering over me.
"King of Hordes?" I asked without thinking, my words slipping off my mouth in a ramble...
"You can speak Goblinkin?!" shocked, the Goblin King fell back into his native language, at the same time I mirrored his question.
"You can speak the Human language?!"
It was a shock... It was strange... It lasted for a fucking while! After this odd as hell exchange, we just stood there, in silence, staring at each other. It goes without saying that both Bleart, my Goblin side-kick, and the Goblin King's attendants were pale like paper. It had never crossed my mind, or his for that matter, that the Goblin King would be able to speak the human language... And because I was already talking to the goblinoid for hours, I completely forgot to speak the human language when he did so. I mean, the plan was to impress this... Abzuban guy by speaking his own language. This was a massive oversight! MASSIVE!
'What the hell do I do now?'
The atmosphere made both of us have chills, the sheer pressure was enough to make the me of a couple days ago to run away in fear. Yet, despite all of this, I was still calm somehow.
"My all mighty and magnanimous lord! I am so sorry for bringing this upon thyself. You can take my life as an apology for this failure of mine!"
'Eh? The heck?' I blinked confusedly, as me and the Goblin king watched in awe as bleart offered his life for such a pointless mishap.
Not only the goblin king, but his men were also frozen in place. Moreover, the higher ranked ones had a pale complexion even worse than a second ago. Had I not known better, I'd have thought they were living corpses. They knew fairly well what realm of race this human-looking goblinoid was. But only one of them knew for sure.
'What the hell is happening here? Why's he bowing to this human who can speak our language?! Who are these people? This guy's a Minister, his race is second only to mine, how the hell did this mere human grasp him like that? What kind of power is this?' A turmoil of emotions and thoughts washed over the oblivious king. It had been decades since he last felt this kind of overwhelming tension. 'This guy's dangerous. Something's not feeling right.'
"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO OUR KIN?! DIE!" The king paled as he heard a shout, followed by a loud cheer. One of his men did something outrageous. Time slowed down for Abzuban, as he stared in horror at one of his fastest men darting at the human in front of him, spear in hand. This was no weak goblin either, this was the commander of one of his legions, a seasoned warrior.
"Ilhor! St—" He yelled, but before he could finish, a mere inches away from the human, the prideful commander stopped on his tracks. The most nimble of the 17 Apostles was outrun.
The hobgoblin swallowed dry, his hatred towards humans brought him forward, but he could hear something unthinkable as he marched forward... The voice of his king, full of uncertainty. He blinked a couple times while preparing himself. Though he wanted to stop at his king's voice, he was already too close, and too fast. He could stop, maybe, but not before hitting at least the Minister that was now standing up, launching himself in between his blade and his target. But before that could happen, his eyes caught the glimpse of two shadows, storming from the darkness of the cave and into view. He could barely believe his own eyes as he failed to see their movements. He was the fastest of His Majesty's men. He was the General who commanded the assault troops; that brought chaos upon the battlefield. Yet the shadows were so fast he could barely see them move... until he could. His eyes opened wide as he felt a pair of hands abruptly stopping his body, and a pair of blades, each to a side of his neck. Two goblins, dressed in shadow, their skins the color of tar.
And it was at this moment that he knew... He'd fucked up.
'What the hell was that?! I didn't even see them.' I thought, as the pair of shadows turned into monsters in front of my eyes. 'Did they act on their own? I didn't even have time to order anyone.' My mind started to run in circles about what had just happened. His eyes lining up with the dark goblins', the hobgoblin dropped his spear to the ground, kneeling with his head down, like a convict, waiting for the executioner's blade.
All of this took less than a second. It was so fast I could barely keep up. Nobody made a sound. Not me, not the king, not any of the generals and dozens of goblins that had walked up to the site only to stand there, flabbergasted. And a loud voice spoke from the back of the crowd in dismay.
"Father!" the voice yelled in the goblin language, making the kings eyes widen as he turned behind. "Father!" the voice called again.
"The hell are you doing here?! I told you to stay back!" The king yelled at the croud, presumably at that voice. It surprised me to hear an emotion I would never had expected from a monster of this caliber; fear.
"But this is bad! This is real bad! We need to leave now. There's something in this cave we cannot fathom. We better go befo—" A hobgoblin dressed in robes made his way through the crowd that opened for him to pass. From his speech, he was either a very important person who was deemed a son to the King, or his son itself.
< Monster STATUS >
< >
< Name: Bahgzo (NAMED MONSTER) >
< Race: Hobgoblin — Prince >
< Class: Archmage >
< Title: HobWizard General >
< Level: 39 >
< Rank: 5 >
< Attributes: >
< ◘ Vitality [VIT]: 49 >
< ◘ Mana [MAN]: 326 >
< ◘ Strength [STR]: 18 >
< ◘ Agility [AGI]: 25 >
< ◘ Stamina [STA]: 87 >
< ◘ Intelligence [INT]: 54 >
'My hunch was right...' I thought to myself, but that still didn't explain either the Goblin King's words or their current conversation... But as our eyes met, he cut his sentence short.
"It's too late. We're doomed..." His sentence confused me. What was he talking about? But it seemed a switch flipped on the King's head, as he turned at me and the General whose neck was surrounded by the blades of my underlings...
"What are we dealing with?" The king asked in a low tone. I had no idea why he turned so stern hearing his kid, but his next words proved something I should've realized, since I could see no skills on the Prince guy...
"God."
This motherfucker had some sort of appraisal skill granted by another god.