The battle raged on and Moros body was akin to a god that had calm down to reap the lives of all those that were in his presence.
Meanwhile, the real Moros was bored out of his mind, waiting for something to happen. Goblins, hybrid-goblins, everything that was murdered in front of his eyes had been done far too often.
There was no real excitement to just watching the entity do things that resulted in the same boring kills.
With overwhelming strength he punched the goblins and they broke, burst into many pieces or simply had a hole in their body. With the spear, it poked and burned them to a crisp.
With such entertaining skills it was no wonder that Moros was about to fall asleep.
He did not have the will to keep on staring at the beautiful display and listen to this talk about family and sins and stuff. If the thing was at least creative about what it was saying, but no it kept on repeating the same phrases.
By now he could predict what kind of message the thing would say in 90 percent of the cases. The next one would be about avenging his family and making them regret it.
"Feel the pain that my family has felt. AND DIIIIIIEEEEEE!"
Moros did not know where he should begin with that statement. I did not think that his family was feeling anything at the moment, since they are very much dead. Also, ripping goblins apart is not exactly very painful, for very, very long.
By the time, they had felt the pain of the family members they were already long gone. Look, he did not want to make the entity feel bad, but it really needed to work on its lines.
The next very creative message would be a taunt about the quality of the enemies and something religious
"Weak, weak, weak! You pathetic creatures, not deserving of my blood nor of my mercy. Face the sin of your existence and cease your breath forever!"
It was easy to tell that these creatures were weak, so it was less of an insult more a fact. Additionally, speaking of mercy was a rich concept. This entire situation looked like an adult was playing rugby against 5-year olds and happy that he scored.
Just that there was no ball and only their heads rolled on the floor.
Anyhow, the entity in control of Moros' body had been saying stuff like that for the entire time causing the original owner of the body to be a little bit annoyed at the lack of creativity involved with the trash talking.
Passion was there, but with such weak lines, it could never hurt anyone. Their feelings, it would not hurt their feelings. There was plenty of other pain being caused.
"Cease your foolish actions!" a loud, majestic scream echoed across the battlefield covered in ash and corpses of all goblin kind.
The boredom of the slaughter was interrupted by the figure standing twice the size of a normal goblin, packing with muscles and weapons. 2 spears, 2 axes and 2 swords were strapped to its back.
Scars riddled its skin and its muscles made him look more like a human than a goblin. His face was proud, its nose crooked but a knowing grin formed on his lips.
One eye was missing and the other golden iris stared furiously ahead at Moros body.
"KNEEL!" its order echoed throughout and every goblin fell to their knees and began to bow in front of this goblin.
"King of goblins, whyyyy have you invited the unclean humans into your tribe?"
The goblin king placed on knee on the ground and did another blow as he stood in front of Moros.
"Oh old one, I did as I was asked. This was done for the survival of my people."
Silence ruled over the battlefield as Moros' body exuded an aura that was as old as it was dangerous. Something unspoken, something primal, it was a thing of an area long forgotten.
"Your PEOPLE, I see. You held out your hand to them, sacrificing family for a promise that they will break regardless. SPEAK, what did they ask of you?"
The goblin King did not dare to look up, it could not stand the shame it had brought upon itself and its people. Yet, it did not regret the choice it has made and would not come to regret it, even knowing what his fate was.
"I shall give my life on this very day as the God asked me to. I shall serve as nourishment for a promising human sprout that walks this lands currently. In exchange for my life, my tribe was offered a world untouched by humans for a 1000 years of peace!"
Now, it was the entity that laughed heartily at the foolishness displayed by the goblin king in front of it.
"Very well, very well. Your aura is already infected by the dirty hands of divinity, you shall never return to the family and your soul shall never find rest. Are you still willing?"
A question, accompanied by great pressure weighed down on the shoulders of the king, but still its judgement had not changed.
This was the duty of a king, it was his fate to serve his people, for his people had served him.
The subjects deserved 1000 years of peace. If it was an eternity of nothingness and never finding rest, then so it had to be.
"Yes, Oh old one. Even knowing the price that needs to be paid. I would have done so again!"
He feel to the floor and banged his head on the floor.
"I ask of you, please spare my people for their time has yet to come. They shall return to the family after they have lived a long life in peace and harmony. Please, let this hatred end with the death of mine and mine alone!"
The entity scoffed, but there was a tiny tear that fell down Moros' face.
"Very well, Gogogobo, your death shall be the end of it. Die as the fool you always were."
Without saying another word, the entity turned around and walked away from the kneeling goblins and their king. Their part would soon be played, it was not yet time to interfere in the business of the gods.
The entity spoke no words as it passed the corpses of its family and walked straight ahead, into any direction without a clear purpose in mind.
Time passed on by, before the two of them arrived at a small patch of green grass that had not been burned by the fires that raged around it. It simply sat down and looked at the clear sky with misty eyes.
"A long time has passed. Even my kin, my family was forced to work with the Gods. Beware Moros, the fate of a loser is not the easiest to bear. One only truly knows the value of things if those things taken for granted are lost."
Moros felt like the entity was just trying to sound profound while saying absolutely nothing at all. You can't buy a cake and still have the money you paid for it.
There was only one thing or the other.
The sky seemed ever so blue only disturbed by the clouds of smoke and the cries of death echoing all over the slightly less green Evergreen Forest.
"Though don't forget you can only lose if you play the same game."
"Explain yourself, what do you mean by that?"
Moros wondered why such an old entity could not follow such simple logic. For someone of its status and abilities it was strange.
But, Moros would not let his business partner die ignorantly so he promptly explained it.
"You can only lose if you both desire the very same thing. Look, my brother is famous around the world. He is THE Dion Terra, the inventor of the crazy style, which utilizies magic on the outside that changed the entire world."
"Do you think I could ever become a hero as long as he exists? Compared to him I would always lose. That's why I am not here to be a hero or anything noble like that."
It was a simple matter really. If you compare yourself to the world's best at something you will always seem like a loser if put into comparison.
"But, if it is about making money…sorry, the hero will lose here. The lesson here is to choose goals that are realistic and fitting to your strengths. I am not a hero; I am a businessman."
The entity seemed confused at the spoken words of Moros. Was his lack of ambition, the desire of recognition a valid strategy or were they just excuses of a sore loser?
The answer to that question was simple, it was neither. The answer was money and Moros desired a lot of it. He was good at getting it and to him it was his life's true purpose to collect as much of it as possible.
It was his duty as the potential king of the business world. Dion, his brother, could have his throne and be the king of the heroes, the noble soul he was.
Moros just wanted the throne of cash and to amass more funds than ever before.
That was his duty as a king to be.
The king of money, the ambition of a single man put into words, yet he had to survive the hell of Avarosia first. The danger had merely just begun…