Gniqee and her apprentices arrived shortly after Fjord was sent for them. Gniqee was happy to hear that I accepted their offer but didn't go into more detail about the topic. I assumed it was one secret she was keeping from her apprentices.
Once the residence had the food and drink needed for our get-together, all of the slaves surprisingly left us alone. I found this action odd and a bit concerning. Not only that, I was expecting five apprentice sisters and only received four.
Each of these four is different, slender and thick, purple skin and green. Tall, short, and in between. Like Gniqee, these four goblins had an alluring beauty that wasn't common for the goblin race that the outside world usually encountered. But I had a lot to learn about this race so I took my observations in stride and refrained from commenting.
"Hehe, Young One, these are your apprentice sisters. Ofia, Phele, Gigsa, and Prax." Gniqee introduced them in order of seniority.
Ofia was is a short goblin with a busty body and pale green skin, while Phele was tall, slender, toned. Her breasts were like small melons and ass pert. Her skin was purple with a light gloss that made her seem almost fairy-like.
Gigsa was of average height with a well-proportioned body. She's a simple beauty with ember eyes and flaming hair. Her skin was a healthy grey without flaws.
Finally, Prax gave the aura of a lust fiend. She even had the tail to compliment it. Everything about her was seductive. One could get lost in her deep silver eyes. My blood boiled and my cock was invigorated for battle.
All except, Gniqee, the chief, and Ofia appeared shocked. It wasn't because of my blatant lust or impressive member. It was because of my Orc Nectar, the passive attribute entangled with my translucent spunk that spilled from the tip of my rod in its aroused state.
'Flamin red hair, Natural allure, Radiance. Two Faye and a fiend. How is that possible?' I ask myself, 'They aren't human…'
While I was lost in thought, three of my apprentice sisters were reaching their boiling point as the residence filled with the sweet scent of the blooming flowers that only they could smell. Prax's tail wrapped around my legs and Gniqee released a burst of Goblin magic. The tension quickly broke and our blood cooled.
"You just keep getting interesting." The chief chuckled. Though he couldn't smell the fragrance, he also had the Orc Nectar skill and knew its effects on species like my three apprentice sisters.
"It really must be the work of the Gods that he's here." Gniqee laughed.
I internally sighed. I had to figure out a way two handle these two old goblins. The longer I stayed with them the more my secrets came to light. I was beginning to learn that the System wasn't random. Every quest so far has led me here. Every reward was somehow connected to the blood and past of this goblin body I now possessed.
"Haha, Chief is too much. I'm just a little goblin. Even my fangs are small." I replied as I emptied a horn of liquor.
"Well, your apprentice sister will help you grow strong. From now on, Kane is my sixth apprentice. You little bitches take good care of him. Not only is he my apprentice but he's the next Chief of the Yordal."
The girl gasped and looked shocked. I didn't expect such a reaction considering the entire Yordal got plastered the night before and congratulated me already.
"When did this happen?" Phele asked, obviously not satisfied.
"Ahh, Kane, Phele is also my only daughter with Gniqee. Make sure you take good care of your cousin." The chief gave me a nod and his gaze held a thousand words.
I understood that he wanted his revenge, but he also wanted his Yordal to be as safe as possible.
Phele scoffed. "I can take care of myself." She glared at her father. She knew that her mother was a cunning bitch but to hear her father calculating after all these years was unknown to her and indirectly gave birth to a spark of curiosity about me.
Once we ate and the drink started flowing, things went smoothly and the conversation was good. Naturally, we got around to the point of a meal when I decided to ask about the fifth apprentice.
"Mm, she's on a raid. The obsessive bitch is always looking for a chance to tap the blood." Ofia slurred.
"Tap the blood?" I asked.
"I almost forgot you were a rouge. Tapping the Blood is pulling out our ancestry. Goblins can mate with any race on the continent and their children will be goblins. Humans can steal the blood of any race and become more. Every other race has what's called baptisms to concentrate their bloodline.
What makes goblins special is that our parents and their parents and so one were probably of another race or the bloodlines of other races. In order to receive that power, goblins go through a process to awaken that blood every ten levels of cultivation. The older the bloodline, the harder it is. So you have to find a catalyst whether it's a heavenly treasure or sacrifice with a strong bloodline to bleed." Prax explained as she stroked her tailed and looked at me with hungry eyes.
I always knew bloodline theft was possible. I had no idea that goblins can undergo atavisms. Luckily, I had the system and slave marks. Copying bloodlines and once my level is high enough, the assimilation function will be unlocked.
"What's the use of telling him anything? He can't even use goblin magic." Phele emptied her cup again. I would later find out that the tall beauty coveted the chieftain position. So what happened next was honestly ignorant provocation on my end.
"Haha! Little goblin whore can't match this genius!" I was a lot buzzed and speaking louder than needed. I went from being a 6'5" hero to a 4'5" gray goblin. The adjustment to alcohol was abit difficult.
"Genius?!" the girls scuffed.
"That's right! This genius! But I'm a warrior first! Naturally, goblin whores or not, I have to be fair. I have to prove that all of you are beneath me, we've eaten, we drank. Now it's time to fuck, fight, or gamble. Pick your poison!"
Gniqee glared and it was obvious to the girls that they could only choose the latter.
"You know what I want." Prax sang, "One week. Level one, Goblin Magic. You lose and your mine for a week. Sadly, Teacher would never let me have you forever."
'Do these girls get out much?" I thought 'Hehehe...Don't they know what I can do to goblins.'
Before interference, I shouted 'Deal!'
My hand collided with Prax's and a green mist wrapped around our hands like a vine, branding us, marking a sealed deal.
My system chimed as I looked at the remaining three. Ofia clicked her tongue and turned away. The pot was too steep for here.
"You're a raider. Toss in two squares and escort me to the trade festival in two weeks." Gigsa and I shook on it.
My system chimed again. My eyes then landed on Phele who was glaring at me.
"Two Weeks. Level 1 goblin magic and potion. If you lose, you can be my slave and the chieftain is mine."
"That's enough!" The chief stood up.
"Deal! But be ready to reap what you sow." our hands collided like thunder and Phele emptied another horn of liquor.
My system chimed for the third time.
"Naturally this hero has his secrets…." I mumbled with a heavy slur. I pushed myself up. "Teacher, I looked forward to your guidance tomorrow. This young one has slaves to tame and responsibilities to distribute."
After leaving the Chief's residence, I stayed true to my word. I worked extra hard, fuelled by liquor and the need to make a cauldron to grind Exp.
When morning came, I woke beneath a pile of beauties to the sound of knocking. Walking to the door in naked glory, I swung it open to see a six-foot goblin with a club on his back.
"Back up!" I commanded. His cock was in my face and he was too damn tall to look up at.
"S-sorry, Raider!" he stammered.
"It's too early for manners. Speak."
"I-I have a friend…"
"A friend?" I glared at him. He took it as disbelief but I was really questioning the importance of his visit.
"I-I mean a whore. She has a lover, who is also a raider. I'd appreciate it if Raider Kane could…"
"What the hell is your name?" I asked.
"Throx.."
"Throx...I have twelve women in my bed. It may sound like fun but trust me, after the first four beauties it was a workout. But it had to be done. So, I am tired and my subordinate is at my door speaking of another's lover, that he fucks. I'm not interested in the story, so I'm asking you, Throx. Does this conversation have to be done now?"
"Yes, raider."
"Haiz! Continue and be brief."
"Well, this friend is from a small party that belongs to an old Yordal that is no longer with us. Before she was claimed by a new raider and her party destroyed, she and her brother used to play in a gorge with bleeding rocks…"
I felt a jolt in my body.
"Continue," I said.
"Well, if this place is what raider was looking for. Then Throx hopes that Raider can favor him. I wish to take this friend as mine but I don't have the strength to face a raider with Orge ancestry." Throx hung his head and became depressed.
It was sad to see such a big monster become so soft. His strength could save a claimed woman and give her happiness if she truly loved him. But the only thing stopping him is his weakness. Luckily, I'm a man of my word.
"Throx, listen to the command. Take that woman right now. Bring her here and we will go to the bleeding rocks together. If you make it back alive, I'll help you claim this woman."
'Nyx." I thought.
She appeared from a shadow and Throx covered his eyes, afraid to see her nakedness.
"Accompany Throx. He has a target. You two have half an hour."
"Yes, raider." she bowed.
After dressing, she dragged Throx away and I woke my slaves. I gave them all the proper gear and weapons. As former adventures, they could handle their own. At the edge of the Yordal, I waited for Nyx and Throx.
Time flowed and eventually, they arrived with a blonde-haired woman with porcelain skin, blue eyes, and a gravity-defying rack. Around her neck was a slave seal.
"This is her?" I asked, shocked. "She grew up in the Rock Lands?"
"Yes, Raider. She's a third-generation slave. She isn't common here but her kind is everywhere deeper in the Rock Lands."
"Ahh, she was bred to be a slave...So that happens here two." Putting the new information aside. I had the slave woman lead the way back to her hometown.
"Master, what is this place we're going to?" Dahlia asked as we sat in darkness. We were resting for a night after our long hike.
"A hero's secret," I replied.
"Hero?" she was shocked to hear such a response from a goblin.
"Mmm. Hero's have many secrets. In the alliance, hero's receive information that's illegal to distribute publicly. Like the blood pool. To keep the peace, the effects of the blood pool have been kept secret because only one has appeared in the Rock Lands." I explained.
"What does this Blood Pool do?" Ingrid, a bunny girl, asked.
"Naturally, it's a secret. Once we get there you will experience it on your own." I replied. I then heard pants and a wet squelching sound in the darkness. Looking over, I could see clearly that Throx was plowing his woman.
Picking up a pebble I threw it at his head. "Not tonight, Throx."
When morning came, we continued on. Most of the Rock Lands were barren and the Yordal, clans, and Uhmaks were properly distanced to avoid land disputes and allow growth. The trip lasts two days.
During that time, I started mana control exercises and alchemy. The methods were in my head, all it took was for me to practice. Both practices were a lot easier now that my mana pool was so small. When I was human, I didn't have level jumping stats because I lacked resources by lying about my system. However, I did have a phenomenal mana reserve. Now that I had many spells from my hero life and the chance to build a stronger foundation with level jumping strength, I took diligent steps to become a warrior mage.
Along the way, We passed a Yordal, a few raiding parties, and finally arrive at the gates of a clan.
"Throx?!" I growled.
"Sorry, Raider. I'm so sorry. This isn't his fault." The woman bowed many times as she apologized. A few tears even wet her face. That was the goblin way -cruel and unforgiving. The slave knew this and wanted to bear the blame. I couldn't fall behind.
My foot came down on the outer part of Throx's knee with a snap and thud. I watched him collapsed as his woman cried. Using Knife Hand, I drove my hand into his gut. He deserved the blame. He should have investigated properly.
"Throx, you understand, don't you?" I asked.
He nodded weakly. "Yes, Raider!"
"Hmm, Clarissa, heal him," I spoke softly as the guards patiently watched me discipline my man.
"Yes, master." The purple-haired woman steeped forward and her emerald eyes shined as she chanted an incantation the heal the big Goblin.
Walking to the gate, the guards finally shouted, " What you want?!"
"Entry!" I replied.
"Your business and identity?"
"Slaves. And I'm Raider Kane! Nephew of Chief Gor Uhn!"
The guards looked at each other and one goblin vanished. Nyx's eyes widen as she noticed the Dark element at first glance.
"Easy, Nyx. The Trade festival is coming up. I promise not to treat you wrong. Your only job right now is to be my slave. You'll progress when I allow it. Focus!" I commanded.
"Yes, master." she quickly relaxed.
Like many from our Yordal, they rarely came inland and spent most of their time in the outside world raiding. To see a goblin with her talent was exciting and birthed opportunities for progress.
A moment later, an old Goblin with long white hair and two large fangs that stretches to the middle of his cheeks appeared.
A moment later, green mist wrapped around me.
"Hmmm. Interesting. So interesting. Those little foxes probably promised you the world…" The old goblin spoke with a tired voice. "Let him in! He'll stay at my dig! No one speaks a word of this."
The old goblin then vanished in a puff of green mist.
"Throx, take the girl and find the bleeding rocks and keep it lowkey. It's bad enough that a damn clan is sitting on my treasure."
"Raider…" Throx's woman called out. "Throx is too big to make the crawl. It'll take a day for him to climb the cliff and enter from the second entrance."
"Dahlia, you go with them. I'll handle the old bat." I spoke quickly before entering the clan gates.