Mortis asked the system in his mind about the level of the creatures. The system replied that the critters had a level slightly above 20. He then wondered if Helga might become an adventurer by defeating some of the goblins, delivering the final blows to them after he broke their legs. The system said it was possible, but there could be no guarantee. It suggested that Helga become more of a healer, since she would get stats from shielding and could assist more effectively.
Determined, Mortis and Helga planned their course of action. Mortis would hold the goblins at bay, break their legs, and then Helga would deliver the final blow. Hesitantly, Helga agreed and the two made their way to the goblin cave.
As they approached the cave, Helga hid in a bush while Mortis secured the perimeter. He found scattered goblins, broke their legs and prepared them for Helga's final blows. Together they advanced and fought their way through the cave.
Inside the cave, they encountered a group of goblins who immediately attacked. Mortis skillfully used his scythe and inflicted heavy damage on the goblins, while Helga delivered the final blow to finish them off.
They reached a room with small huts and straw everywhere. Mortis and Helga crept forward carefully so as not to miss any goblins. Mortis used his skills and took out one group after another, while Helga kept striking the final blow.
In another room stood larger goblins, the Hobgoblins. Mortis analyzed the situation in the spirit realm and then attacked. He fought them with a mixture of attacks and skillful dodging. Helga supported him by delivering the final blows.
They continued to fight their way forward, room by room, always careful not to miss any danger. But then they reached a room with a huge, fat Hobgoblin surrounded by female Hobgoblins. Mortis was outraged at the sight, but he knew he could not avoid the fight.
Mortis and Helga entered the room, which was illuminated by harsh light falling through the shabby huts. A smell of dirt and decay hung in the air. In the middle of the room stood the huge, fat Hobgoblin, his massive body covered in shaggy fur. He had a mace in his hand that was almost as large as Mortis himself.
The fat hobgoblin raised his head, his small eyes sparkling with surprise and anger. A grinning grunt escaped him as he looked at Mortis. "You dare oppose me, human?" he growled in a low, growling voice.
Mortis stepped forward confidently, his silver eyes sparkling. "Fatty, today your dream will end. Show me what you can do."
The fat Hobgoblin let out a loud laugh that echoed throughout the cave. He reached down, pulled out a mace, and swung it into the air. Mortis brought his scythe into battle stance, ready to meet the attack.
The fat Hobgoblin's first blow came with brute force, his mace sweeping down on Mortis. But Mortis leapt aside, his movements fluid and smooth. The mace hit the ground, kicking up stones as Mortis dodged the attack.
Mortis sent his scythe whizzing through the air in one swift motion and executed a quick attack to hit the fat Hobgoblin. But the Hobgoblin was quicker than expected and ducked deftly before striking again.
A dull thud filled the room as the mace crashed to the floor, while Mortis jumped backwards to avoid the attack. The fat Hobgoblin had more skill and intelligence than the other Goblins, that was obvious.
The tension in the room was palpable as the two combatants faced each other appraisingly. Mortis' silver eyes fixed on the fat Hobgoblin as he looked grimly down at him. A nervous smile flitted across Mortis' face as he prepared to engage in combat once again.
The fat Hobgoblin raised his mace high and brought it down in a brutal swing. Mortis concentrated, his senses heightened. At the last second, he stepped aside, letting the mace whiz just past him before using his scythe to deliver a painful blow to the fat Hobgoblin.
The Hobgoblin let out a bloodcurdling scream and staggered back. Mortis pursued his advantage and lunged at him. He moved with incredible speed, his scythe swinging in an elegant but deadly choreography.
The fat Hobgoblin could barely fend off Mortis' attacks as he swung his mace in a desperate attempt to strike Mortis. Mortis deftly dodged, danced around the fat Hobgoblin, and landed another hit.
A grim grin settled on Mortis' lips as he increasingly cornered the fat Hobgoblin. But the Hobgoblin refused to give up. With a roaring yell, he raised the mace and hurled it in Mortis' direction.
Mortis recognized the danger and leapt back, but the mace swept just over his head, leaving a trail of devastation in the straw. The fat Hobgoblin took advantage of the moment to rush at Mortis and tried to grab him with his bare hands.
Mortis ducked, deftly dodged, and used his battle staff to punch the fat Hobgoblin in the stomach. The Hobgoblin staggered back, gasping in pain. Mortis let his scythe whirl again and launched a series of swift attacks that rained down on the fat Hobgoblin like a storm of steel and shadow.
Finally, the fat Hobgoblin could withstand no more. His massive legs gave way, and he sank to his knees. A triumphant expression settled on Mortis' face as he knew he had victory close at hand.
With one last decisive movement, Mortis lashed out and slashed the small blade of his scythe under the fat Hobgoblin's chin. A bloodcurdling crack was heard as the blade cut through the skin and penetrated the flesh. The fat Hobgoblin collapsed, its body falling heavily to the ground.
Mortis breathed heavily, his heart racing with adrenaline. He stood over the lifeless body of the fat Hobgoblin, his eyes still fixed on the bloody mace. The room was filled with a silence broken only by Mortis' heavy breathing.
Slowly, Mortis lowered his weapon and looked over at Helga. She stood there, filled with horror and admiration in equal measure. Mortis' silver eyes met hers, and he nodded to her as a silent sign of respect for her support.