10 minutes before the MILF battle begins.
"Are you sure this is going to work?" a mother not wearing any clothes asked Moros with genuine concern in her eyes. She could not understand why the saviour of the village had sent back their daughters and had asked for them instead.
The mothers of the village gladly followed the plan of their hero, although they certainly would have imagined a different context, where the hero would have asked them for their clothes.
Moros, the gentleman he was, made sure to keep his eyes very straight so as to not turn into his brother. He was here to capture the goblin, not an STD.
The simple, yet genius idea that Moros had was digging a large hole.
Inside that large hole was a big pile of the clothes worn by the mothers and Moros knew these goblins would go crazy by the smell alone. Last, but not least, there was a big wide net that filled the hole.
Moros only needed to pull on the rope here and the trap would snap. Trapping all the goblins inside the hole and the net. was a big, wide net that could be pulled upwards.
Horny goblins captured…and much of the debt would be paid off in one fell swoop.
The strategy behind this idea was too brilliant. He just had to think about it…again, to fully capture that immense genius of his.
In the black void that was his working brain, he concocted the brilliant strategy to let these poor women dig this very deep hole with their own hands. He realised this plan, after determining the reason why the goblin had chosen a mother over him…
It was the smell, these bastards liked the lovely aroma of these middle-aged women.
Since Moros pride had not been hurt in the slightest, he simply decided to let these beautiful women sweat as much as he did. Afterwards, they too would smell like animals─making the odds fair again.
This, of course, also had a tactical advantage that Moros might have discovered by complete accident.
As he sat atop a tree, totally not lazing around and watching the woman do his job, he noticed a goblin approaching from afar.
Compared to the last time, the goblin did not just seem attracted to these women…it was horny, way too horny. Moros grabbed it and held it back, yet the goblin did not pay any attention to him; it just had its eyes peeled on the mothers before it.
Even as Moros cut off its feet, it still crawled towards them. No cost too great, no price too little, this monster just wanted to get to these juicy thighs…
The paid kidnapper of goblins was profoundly impressed by their will to do the deed and potentially spread their seed. Which also annoyed him rather much, since he would have to constantly keep watch for the horde of Milfs.
Since while they were busy digging their big hole, these goblins too were trying to get very busy.
And so while the ladies were busy digging with their hands and small shovels, Moros was sweating a lot more trying to keep the goblins away from his working crew.
The dream of not having to work once was once again crushed by goblins.
At this point, goblins were like Ballas on two legs to Moros. He wanted all of them dead, they paid little to no money and they ruined his life. It did not require an in-depth explanation as to why Moros did not feel much mercy in his cold heart for the green friends lusting after experienced women.
Time passed by uneventfully and the hole had been built, the smell of sweat spread all over the forest. The sweet smell entered Moros too and he once again started to curse the injustice of the world.
How could these women smell this amazing, it was like Moros stepped into a sea of flowers, a world of plants. Yet, his armpits gave off the impression that something had died beneath them.
Was man just born to stink till the day he died?
How unfair a world was that made Moros the ambassador of stinky sweat city.
To seek revenge against the world itself was impossible, so the goblins that reminded him of his status were met with the sweet justice of his fist.
Afterwards, the women simply rubbed the clothing all over their bodies and threw it down into the deep hole that they had dug. Afterwards, they just threw the big net down that the previous worker had left behind for some reason.
The village peeps had it lying down there unused, at least. How oddly convenient that had been, as if it had long been planned by someone…
…or far more likely a lot of people were kidnapping goblins for the prisoners to farm.
As cool as conspiracy theories might be, people would certainly have much better things to do than use goblins for this. To Moros, these big secrets had long-spanning consequences, truths that if they were revealed would shatter the world as we know it.
Kidnapping goblins for whatever purpose just seemed way too boring to be anything like that.
"If this was something mysterious, I would want to see a thousand goblins at the horizon next," Moros spoke sarcastically, clearly believing in the 1000 goblins to suddenly arrive and give him a relaxing foot massage.
The proof arrived shortly; it could never be a conspiracy.
1001 goblins arrived at the horizon, salivating, in heat, panting…lusting after the army of milfs that Moros had gathered here.
Moros gulped…was the hole even big enough for that army of horny? Were the Milf hormones so strong that it attracted a horde of goblins from all over the forest?
The question would soon be answered as the goblin followed the alluring smell that the wind carried. The aroma of mature women drove these goblins far beyond the brink of their sanity.
Like a tide of piranhas smelling blood, they mindlessly chased after the objects of their desires. Slaves to their instincts, they moved forward…mindless beings driven by nothing but the unending desire of perversion.
Like moths to a flame, they did not think.
The mothers in their birthday suits stood there frozen in shock. They knew the plan, but seeing the tide of goblins caused all of them to fear for their lives.
The thought of what would happen to them if there was one goblin, these women did not dare imagine such a scene. They just hoped that Moros was right with his plan, their hero would certainly not lie to them.
Yet, the so-called hero had many things, a plan was not one of those things.
Had he known the power of used underwear and clothing, he would have dug an even deeper hole. Just how much debt could have been repaid.
Seeing the horde of coochy-craving goblins a normal man would have feared for their life…yet, Moros was living his best, knowing fully well that they were not after him.
Life lived itself rather easy, knowing that one just needed to run faster than 30 middle-aged milfs.
He was not dumb enough to believe himself strong enough to best 1000 goblins all alone. Especially if they are very motivated by their hormones. He did not want to be anywhere near them when that post-nut clarity would hit.
Yet, even if he wanted to save the hot mothers standing behind the large hole they dug, the goblins had already rushed towards their direction without showing any signs of stopping.
He could only hope that his strategy was right. The goblins should have lost any rationality, since all the blood went to the lower head instead.
It was a gamble, but the goblins should dive down deep into the dark hole following that sweet smell of motherhood, while the real 'treasure' was just a few more metres away from the hole huddled together in fear.
Moros grew more and more confident as the horde of green monsters mindlessly rushed forwards, they reminded him of the famous, intelligent brother of his during his puberty.
It was fun to see just how affected his brain was by the presence of the opposite sex.
Come to think of it, Moros pondered, why did he never have such a phase? There was that one time he had a weird feeling after murdering a Balla as he was thinking about Malissa owing him money…the message he got was conflictive.
Was he sexually attracted to women, money, murder or all of them?
While Moros was just shy of learning an important thing about his very nature, the first goblins had arrived in front of the hole, robbing Moros of his profound realisation.
Famous philosophers might ask what came first, the egg or the hen? Moros would reply that used clothing came over the actual thing as the goblins did not hesitate to dive headfirst into the deep abyss.
It was like a sea of green legs that jumped into the hole without looking back even once.
The mothers felt a strange sensation washing over them. On the one hand, they felt elated that the goblins moved exactly as their hero said they would. On the other hand, they did not know if they should be offended that their underwear was chosen over them.
Yet, from atop his tree, Moros did not share their easy-going attitude. The hole was deep, but was it deep enough for all these green dots that still came from the distance?
It did seem to work for now, given that a whole lot of goblins have jumped in without a single one jumping out.
Moros could only assume the worst as way too many goblins disappeared in the hole…sooner or later there would be no hole left for goblins to jump into.
It was only a matter of time and there was nothing that he could do about it. He just could watch as the catastrophe would happen.
The MILF battle was an unforgiving battlefield.
For each goblin that would dive into the hole, fearless and horny, there would be another pervert to take its place in the ranks. They too would jump into the hole like their brothers did.
Such displays of camaraderie could touch one's heart were they not exactly diving straight into the hole for sweaty clothes and undergarments.
As time passed Moros began to wonder just how deep was the hole they dug…
He had looked down into it, it never had been enough to fit that many goblins in it. He was not complaining, yet he did find his brain not braining as more of the little goblins disappeared─never to be seen again.
Was this just a lucky coincidence that the goblins defied the laws of physics or was Moros just hallucinating these creatures in the first place?
He knew that he knew nothing.
There was just confusion as the goblins disappeared into thin nothingness.
Yet, in the far distance a goblin watched on in sheer horror as he heard the cries of his brethren disappear after entering the hole.
"Help us Chieftain…Help us! We are stuck… caught in the place!"
"Help us! Help us!" they screamed in goblin tongue before being made to disappear in that terrifying hole…and yet he could not stop his underlings from throwing themselves into it.
Absolutely helpless…
What was going on? Nobody knew the answer to that…not YET!