Deep inside the Evergreen Forest, a figure was currently sprinting through the thicket. Greed glimmered in his eyes as he scanned the periphery all over.
"Give me herbs," escaped its mouth as it ran past the sea of green trees and leaves.
"Give me, HeRbS," it muttered threateningly into the air as a goblin tried to stop the crazed being from obtaining what it desired.
This figure was Moros and Moros wanted his herbs at all costs.
The goblin standing in his way, was greeted by his feet in its face. In a brutal collision, its body was flung outside of the way.
And Moros did not stop, he simply ran forwards again in search of the big pile of money that grew here somewhere.
He checked the trees, he checked the ground, he checked the air, he checked the leaves, yet there was no thing that the visor identified as a herb…these were just trees.
He had to cover more ground, somewhere in this forest there were these herbs that he needed to find…and any seconds he spent wasting his time was a second he could be making a lot of money instead.
With a cry of madness escaping his mouth he made his way forward through the scenery. Goblins stood in his way, goblins were thrown out of his way. Who cared about XP?
XP, he could get that from Ballas, but money, legal money. He could get it only here, all he needed to do was follow the smell of riches in the air.
Moros did not know what these herbs looked like, but a herb looked like a plant and it was green everywhere. Sooner or later he would find it and then he would have a solid fund.
Driven by blind greed, visions of all the investments he could make entered his mind. He could buy new clothes, new items, new technology, new furniture. And all that he needed to do was collect a few herbs.
Yet, fate gave him only more goblins that tried to stop him in his tracks. Too bad for them that Uncle Moros here had no time to play with his kids.
As such they were promptly ignored or just knocked out and left behind.
Could Malissa not tell him where to find them? It would have been much easier to earn anything like that. Instead he was just beating a few goblins to a pulp─something he had done far too often by now.
Moros, however, did not give up. No, he ran even faster, deeper into the Evergreen Forest, deeper into enemy territory.
He did not care who he faced, who stood in his way.
Of importance was only the monetary gain. The rest was unworthy of any consideration.
[5000/20000 herbs have been collected]
Moros loudly cursed these foul monsters that he had brought with him. Why do they all take away his precious resources? Do they hate him? Do they want to see him suffer?
Could these rich, spoiled brats not once in their lives give something back to the poor, educated fools like him?
The search continued, the number of collected herbs rose steadily…Moros had yet to find a single one. It was as if there were no herbs here.
Moros did not want to believe it, Moros wanted to run further.
He ran and ran, till his legs burned, till his lungs hurt. He ran to a small clearing in a forest.
There it was a beautiful red flower, in the hands of a filthy goblin. It smelled the flower, it smelled his money.
Like a psycho, he shot towards the unsuspecting goblin and quickly disarmed it. Now with its knife, he slashed through its wrists so that his precious item would not be damaged.
A cry of terror escaped its green lips, as its right hand had thoroughly been removed from his body. But the herb enthusiast did not care about it. With glee it watched the red flower before him.
The herb fell to the floor, drenched in goblin blood, but Moros was happy. He had found the herb.
"MY PRECIOUS."
[Calendula herb gathered]
Cradling the flower like his long lost baby, he looked further into the clearing and spotted many more red flowers just like it.
The young man from the Terra family had found his paradise on Earth, and he was savouring every moment of it.
Every plant he cut off, was an incomprehensible happiness that spread all over his soul. He felt blessed by the gods of capitalism, this was the stroke of luck he had been waiting his entire life for.
He had been living for just this one moment.
He would be rich, filthy rich. Finally, he would have so much money that his parents could not blow through his savings in an entire week alone.
However, Moros in his endless lust for riches did not notice that behind him a gathering of armoured goblins had arrived. Their supply of Calendula herbs was a necessary component in their health potions.
One could definitely say, they were not that happy to share their herbs with the humans that had run to the depths of their forest.
These "borrowed" herbs were the lifeline of their fighting abilities and a human coming to their holy grounds to steal them─they did not take too kindly to that.
Too kindly in this context meant, running at the human with the deepest hate a goblin could possibly ever feel.
Moros himself, had yet to know just how much trouble he stirred up by arriving at this location. He simply hummed to himself as he continued to count the money in his mind.
"1 medium core, 2 medium core, 3 medium core."
The cry of the mad, mad monsters awoke from his dreamlike state.
His eyes shot around and he saw the madness that brewed beside him. Goblins, armoured goblins, goblin types he had never seen; they all came running towards him.
Gulping Moros saw his future of riches dissolve into nothing as he grabbed the 10 stalks of the herb and ran for his life.
A tear rolled down Moros' face, as he bid goodbye to the herbs. Their relationship was sadly never fated to be, he would always keep them in his heart, but it would never come true.
A sadness unlike he had ever known tore at his heart strings.
"Fate, why must you be this cruel to me. Tell me what did I do to deserve such treatment?"
Yet the heavens remained silent, merely the cry of goblins echoed through the sky as they gave chase to the human that had sullied their holy ground.
[7000 herbs have been gathered]
But Moros did not care, he still felt desperate by the life, herbs and tears he had left behind.
These goblins, he swore to himself, he would seek revenge for the life they destroyed. He swore to the heavens that he would kill them all, so that they should know his pain.
He might be running away now, but he will come back. Like a ghost, he would come back over and over again. Till all those herbs were his and all the ones that chased him were buried, dead and gone.
A crazed smile formed on his face, a cruel, twisted idea formed in that mind of his.
These monsters had yet to see true terror. Why not give them a hand and give them a true taste of the horror that this realm currently carried?
These goblins might think themselves to be strong in numbers, but he had brought a 100 angry, violent murdering toddlers to this place.
These goblins, they did not know what kind of hell waited for them if they kept on following him.
Moros was more than happy that they did. Yes, they would see that evil is always repaid with an even greater evil.
That is how Elysium kept its position.
Never forget kindness, but NEVER FORGIVE insolence.
Stopping for a moment, Moros turned around and flipped them off. For added taunt effect, he slapped his butt.
The goblins did not know the meaning behind the actions of the human, but for some reason, they felt more anger than ever before.
With even more speed they ran behind him, some even throwing their weapons without a care.
Moros thrived in the attention he received. The payback these green bastards would get, would be the sweetest thing.
He was normally not someone who would wish harm upon anyone, that is what he told himself. But, this time he wanted to see them suffer, greatly.
And he knew, every step he would take, he would get closer.
Soon he would hear the explosions in the distance again and everyone behind him would learn what it means to mess with him.
There was no happy end for the goblin race…
If they rob him, he will take everything from them.
And he would smile as they perish under the greatest pain imaginable. He would indeed burn this memory into his brain, because if he can't have his life of riches, they too can not have their life.
This was not a threat; it was his promise.