Seeing Gologobo disappear in the distance should have been a disaster for Moros, how was he ever expected to find him again with his terrible sense of direction.
But, the man already had a plan. Turning around, he grabbed one of those hole-obsessed goblins by the throat, saving it from having its organ harvested by criminals.
Holding it up by the throat, Moros began to speak some words of encouragement
"Steve, my friend I need that good nose of yours to follow their trail. Could you do that?" he spoke amicably, trying to win the goblin over.
'Steve' however, was not looking at Moros, since all of its attention was still on the hole with all of these used clothes. Thus, with a sigh Moros gave up on working it out with the goblin and simply moved into the direction where he had last seen the green guy on his wolf.
Having a portable monster directions service was a good idea in theory; it was just that this model was way too horny to function properly.
Even after he had already carried it several hundred metres away from the hole its nose and head were still violently sniffing towards the net and its brethren.
Moros wondered if it had been the right choice to use one of them. Or should he just have trusted his guts and run like a madman? He was not sure what method would lead him to the lesser goblin chieftain faster.
If not for the occasional wolf poop left behind, it would really be easy to not follow them at all. The mobile goblin smell navigation system still did not follow the new trace, but that was only a matter of time…or its time would soon be over.
Surprise, surprise the threat of violence caused the goblin to reconsider. Suddenly it snorted its big, fat nostrils and discovered a new trail that reminded him of the hot naked Mom smell from before.
"That's a good job, Steve! I know that you had it in you."
Gogologo went past this tree, looking very tree-ish and stepped over this patch of grass, also seeming very grassy. One could clearly tell, that uhm, uhhh…that, yeah Moros was sure that something could be told from this information.
Not that it mattered much since his best buddy Steve here guided him towards that special, walking bag of cash, plus its wolf.
And, of course, towards Mandy…if that was her name, Moros had sadly forgotten about the finer details of this mission.
He would kill for a happy pill to refresh his memories, but he was not certain if a happy pill would lead to a desirable outcome.
Especially since he just arrived at a weird clearing in the forest, Mandy lying in the middle of it.
This place…it struck Moros as oddly familiar, as if he had been here before?
"Do you remember this place…" it echoed from afar, the goblin rider clearly eying the man with contempt. "This is the place where you killed the one goblin you should have never killed!"
Gologobo showed his face as he casually guided his wolf to inch closer.
"In your foolishness, you killed the only son of the current Goblin King."
His laugh echoed throughout the woods─ a crazed, sinister tone that caused Moros to make Gologobo the first goblin that needed to be taken seriously.
"Imagine how happy the Goblin King will be if I bring him your head. The reward will be worth more than this thing there could ever bring me."
A smug grin flashed across its face as it pointed its spear towards Moros.
"I must thank you. To willingly deliver your head to me. It takes courage to be such a fool."
This time it was Moros, who laughed out heartily.
His laughter caused his enemy to gaze at him with those cold calculating eyes.
"I am so, so sorry," Moros said, holding back his tears, "...You lovely perverts look all the same, so I can not even tell you if I murder the son of the goblin King."
The descendant of the Terra family lifted his right hand and pointed at the goblin atop its wolf.
"But you, I will remember you. You are the first goblin I saw that could speak to me! Imagine how shocked I am─to see one of your race possessing basic intelligence…But can you read this?"
Moros turned his right hand around and gave him the middle-finger─the universal sign that did not need a language barrier to be understood. Just to make sure, however, Moros doubled his efforts, by giving him the other middle-finger too.
"HUUUUMAAAAN, HOLD THAT FILTHY TONGUE OF YOURS!!!" Gologobo screamed at Moros filled with bitter hatred. Its voice had lost all its cool, there was just bitter hate left.
Moros just scoffed at the temper tantrum of the goblin, who had just reverted back to the mental state of all the other goblins he thought.
"Orrrr what exactly? You gonna kill me and deliver my head to the goblin King, hmm?"
He looked at the goblin and quickly came to lose all respect that he just held a few seconds ago.
The ability to speak merely made it capable of putting into words how dumb it truly was.
Moros himself was very well aware just how dumb he was compared to his peers, friends and family. Compared to these goblins, however, even he felt really smart.
And as imposing as the goblin atop its doggie might feel, it was just a small child talking a big game. It could never have the murderous impulses like the one the toddlers on Elysium had.
At best, it was a slightly more dangerous Balla.
Its ego, that thing was as massive as its forehead and its spear was just a tool to compensate for the lack of package in the loin-cloth. In very short, it was still a goblin and therefore it would die as one here.
"HUUUUMMAAAAN," a scream interrupted Moros pondering. Gologobo's voice echoed through the forest, causing several birds to fly away in sheer terror.
Grasping its spear it led the tip to its left palm, before cutting it open. The green blood fell atop the sharpened end; orange runes began to surface on the tip of the spear.
"I WILL KILL YOU! I WILL KILL YOU! I WILL KILL YOU!"
Blue lightning started to dance around the spear, crackling and sizzling in the air. Its wolf let loose a long howl into the air, before eyeing Moros with its endless lust for blood.
Moros was elated, finally they were speaking the same language. It had taken the goblin far too long to get serious and start the battle. Gologobo would die here anyhow, so the man with way too much debt on his shoulders was thankful that it did not waste any more precious time of his life.
Before he could enjoy the battle, there was just a little thing he needed to do.
As the wolf rider began to charge, Moros looked at the goblin, Steve, and gifted him a final smile as a goodbye.
He could not have him lust after the unconscious Mandy. With the heaviest of hearts, he slammed the goblin down and with a heavy thud of his feet destroyed the very head of Steve.
The head twitched a bit on the floor, its body crawling a bit towards the woman it craved for, before stopping on the ground…dead.
"Sorry for this little distraction? Where were we?" voiced Moros the casual question, the enraged Gologobo charging at him without speaking or saying another word.
The heavy impact of the wolf paws digging into the crowd echoed through the empty field as the breath of rider and creature fused into one. Mist appeared in front with each breath taken, their eyes however were entirely focussed on the target of their rage:
Moros
10 metres…8…metres….6 metres….4 metres.
The goblin aimed its spear, electricity sizzled and danced around the spear. Gologobo however did not sit still, he stood up and with fury in every fibre of its being, it launched itself forward to Moros' spear in hand.
With the speed of the wolf, plus its jump it aimed for his enemy…a quick step to the side, the threat was easily dodged. Yet, Moros forgot about the wolf…a maw open, teeth glistening in the sun as they arrived at flesh.
As its teeth were about to sink in, the hands of a human grabbed its jaw preventing its bite.
About to tear, a spear shot passed his face. Prompting Moros to throw the wolf away, towards the goblin that launched attack after attack at him with its weapon.
The goblin stepped aside, to make room for the to land at his side. With a swift motion, the steed placed its friend atop its shoulders with a swift moment of its teeth.
The next charge was about to start and Moros loved every second of it.
"This was how a battle should be like, and this is why I will be making a lot of money today,"
A grin grew further, as the debt would grow much smaller.
"Gologobo, I shall remember your name…so make sure to not forget mine! Since it is the last one you shall ever hear!! "