Chapter 35 - Pluck the Weeds

The group finally relaxed. Marky sat down near the two women and looked at the sky with a sigh. It was a hard battle for him. If not for Gigantify, it was highly likely that he wouldn't see the sun tomorrow.

With no mana or energy to have the desire to even stand up. The group just sat in silence, not knowing the temporary peace was about to be broken by peril. Ten green silhouettes appeared one after the other that surrounded the group. Caught off guard by the sudden situation, Marky was kicked behind, fell to the ground, and ate dirt.

The women in the group backed away, only to hit a hard thing on the back, causing them to stumble. Then, they were groped really hard with two green hands respectively. "Goblins! Ahhh!!!"

Before the two other guys in the could respond. Four swords came down, neatly disattaching their arms from their body.

"AHHRGGGHH!!!" A pig-like scream echoed in the forest.

The goblins pulled out ropes and tape on the dirty sockets in their back. Following that, ropes were utilized to bind the feet of the two supports and three warriors, and tapes were used to cover their mouths.

Terrified, the two women tried to struggle with a stream of tears in their eyes like a fountain. At this moment, they knew they fucked up. Their fate would be worse than death.

The thought of suicide appeared in the minds of the two women, but they were immobilized. On the other hand, the two warriors lost their consciousness very quickly due to blood loss. Marky tried to stand up but a goblin nearby grinned and ruthlessly smashed the back of Marky's head with full force.

This made Marky's body tremble on the ground. A few seconds later, he died in a seizure. This is the reality. Anatomically, the back of the head is lethal. That's why in the boxing world, hitting the back of the head was a taboo.

The women could only watch helplessly, unable to do anything.

The goblins looked at the two supports with promiscuous gaze. As they were about to carry the women and the two armless warriors.

Rustling sounds appeared. Twelve goblins came out of nowhere. Three of them managed to sneak attack, piercing the heads of three goblins. While the other ten attempted the same to the six surviving goblins failed.

Still, they managed to severely injure the six due to the sudden ambush.

The two conscious women's eyes widened as they watched the goblins fight each other.

Rina swallowed. She was really confused about what was happening and could stare blankly as the twelve goblins began to overwhelm the six goblins that attacked them. 'What is happening? Why are these goblins fighting each other??'

'Could it be???'

There are other forces of goblins in the Green Beast Forest independent of each other. Now, Rina speculated that it was a battle between two forces of goblins. After all, each force was controlled by a Hobgoblin. Generally, everyone knows that Hobgoblins weren't peaceful with each other.

Rufa and Rina looked at each other. They tried to untie themselves with the use of distraction of the battle. Though, no matter how they tried. They could cut the rope. They couldn't possibly cut the rope with their hands, right? They need something sharp but there's nothing around them.

The battle of the goblins grew fiercer by the second. The twelve goblins that appeared had far better equipment from head to toe and they moved with perfect coordination in a military formation. Compared to them, the six goblins attacked recklessly, their strikes didn't have any clear purpose.

This made the two women wonder. When did goblins learn to fight like soldiers? They also notice details like how the twelve goblins were very patient and disciplined.

In the end, under the combined might of the twelve goblins. The six enemy goblins fell one by one.

Yes, these twelve goblins were the elites of the elites under Hobgoblin Dylan. The gleaming weapons and shields on their bodies, their disciplined behavior, and their battle formation gave them distinct qualities that other barbaric goblins didn't have.

Just like that, the twelve goblins looted the bountiful harvest. Then, they came beside the two women and knocked them out before they could even do anything.

...

Hobgoblin's Dylan Base.

Thousand of Goblins Sanctuary.

Hobgoblin Dylan stared at the four people brought by his goons with a calm expression. "It seems today you've got two pretty good harvests." He tapped his throne three times. "Two skully staff. They're silver quality. There are also three silver-quality weapons and armor."

"Lord, everything is for our Thousands of Goblins Sanctuary! All hail Hobgoblin Dylan!"

The Hobgoblin's mouth twitched imperceptibly. "Enough of nonsense! Bring those two women to the Breeding Area for the new addition of breeding tools. As for the two warriors... Dispose of them." He commanded with a deep voice. Then he didn't forget to remind them. "Remember, no fucking for pleasure or die!"

After that, The Hobgoblin dismisses them. Everything returned to silence and the goblins went about their day in an orderly manner. On the other hand, Hobgoblin Dylan communicated everything and reported the harvest this time.

"Two new breeding tools?" Dylan sighed. Then he shook his head and said: "The population of goblins is enough. 1200 is the limit you can control your skill. More than that would just become rebels. Release them. If a day is when new breeding tools are really needed. Then you can just catch some again."

Dylan went silent for a moment and continued: "This way, we'll also save some trouble. We don't know their background. I don't want to get in trouble for no gain. With the silver quality they have. They'll surely be big shots. No... Now, that I think about it. It seems I'm still too green. It's naive of me. Just kill them... Pluck the weeds from their roots. Letting them alive would be equivalent to seeking our end and revealing our details to the outside world." He said with a decisive tone.

If there's only a way to delete memories. He would let them out alive. But that's destined to not be the case. He could only silence them.

"I'll do as you see fit." The Hobgoblin responded through the spiritual link.