They went to see the other 5, each going their separate way to save time.
At the end of the day, they had tried to create a group with two more members, Jean and Yurs. Each took a turn, guarding for 2 hours of the night.
The presence of the group would be enough to deter a sick person from wanting to kill them. They seemed to be the most rational of the gang.
The three days passed, and soon, the mage asked for a gathering where the group participated. The 3 major groups, 8, 7, and 4, were clearly visible, with 4 others alone.
The mage began: "I found a good place to attack them without being spotted. We'll act in small groups, that's better. Does everyone have their weapons?"
They confirmed. Rargnes turned and observed how most of them had spears. He also had one that he had made quickly. It was more a weapon to divert from his pistol than anything else. But he also had to manage his energy to become stronger and exceptionally more experienced.
A weak goblin would do the trick. He needed to kill with his own hands, not with a trigger.
Now, he didn't vomit anymore at the sight of corpses. It was time to take his warrior abilities to another level.
And if he found tools for magic, he would take them.
A white ring sparkled on Rargnes' hand, which he had obtained in the tutorial. [Ring of the Valiant] This ring allowed him to slightly increase the strength of his blows and draw more energy from the victims he killed with his own hands.
The more challenging the fight and the more he used his abilities, the more energy he received before it dispersed into the air.
The energy intake should be around 10% of the body's total amount. With the ring, this would increase to 20% if RedStar words were true.
"Okay, we're going to split into small groups of 4. And we'll have a group of 3 as a result." He did this on purpose to undermine the group of 7. He silenced protests with one hand: "Oh, oh. What are you? Goblins? We decided on the group's attack, which was my responsibility, so now you submit to orders or leave; it's as simple as that. We'll never get far if we can't even agree on basic rules."
They had agreed on an election—one person, one vote. That's why they hesitated when they saw them, and their imposing bodies worked—the food, too.
"Okay. There are about forty of them in total. But the goblins are weak. I'll keep my spells to use them on the humans, but it's better not to face them."
He signaled to someone who gave each group a walkie-talkie. "You each have a walkie talkie. We'll communicate information. Let each group only speak to say the essentials. I repeat: the goal is not to fight them, just to kill the goblins."
"But will they even be separated?"
"They seem to not care about their slaves." said the mage.
Troops were loaned to the real leaders—the humans of the Middle Ages. They were almost crazy goblins. It was that or death for them. If they kept them alive, they didn't have to pay the fine, but it was only as high as the life of a crazy goblin was important—almost nothing.
They used them to guard against surprise attacks.
"Well, if nobody has any questions, let's go."
Their group separated and went to the right. They waited at one of the food depots in the city, waiting for the goblins.
No one came. They heard on the radio that some groups had found them.
"The humans are coming at you!" someone from group 3 indicated. "Group 1! They're coming towards you!"
Groups 1 and 2 were the mage's groups. The 3rd and 4th were those of the 7 others. The 5th was theirs, and the 6th was those who had grouped together because there was no one else.
"We need reinforcements! Ahh! The fireball doesn't work! They bounce off their armor!"
Rargnes lowered the walkie talkie. "What do you want to do?"
They shook their heads. "We can't go there!"
Rargnes nodded. The radio sounded:
"Group 2, we're coming."
"We're coming, " the other groups answered, except the 6th.
"We're on our way," said Rargnes. "We'll need time; we're the furthest out. Hold on."
"What, but? Do you really want to help them?" Sengrar asked, gripping his specter.
With guns, they might be able to, but it was risky.
"We're going back to base. It's on the way. If they're winning, we'll go there. At worst, we'll take the resources and leave."
They left.
"Group 5, what's the situation? We're at the camp. Should we come?"
The others looked at him.
"No answer," lied Rargnes.
They rushed to the most critical resources, abandoned the wounded, and left in the truck they had filled with food before.
At least, they had acquired two companions.