After that initial whetting of our pallets, the Marquess lead us through the forest, trying to find more goblin camps.
It didn't take long; apparently goblins had a high reproduction rate in this world as well, and even had females of their own, who could give birth to litters of ugly green babies.
Stopping at the edge of the encampment, Jahi and I streaked forwards, blades in hand as we set about massacring the goblins.
I had my dagger in a reverse grip, slashing towards the goblins throats or limbs, while my free hand was coated in water mana, which I used to help pierce or smash the goblins.
I tuned out the numerous dings from the system, losing myself to the crescendo of screams and cries from the goblins.
Slitting ones throat, I turned and caught the arm of another, who was trying to swing a rock down on my skull. Pulling, I watched in glee as it popped out of its socket, the muscles and sinew flailing around as blood spurted from the wound.
