The Koboll's screams of agony remind me of those of a dying dog.
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While I was thinking this, I was blasting one of them with a fire spell, pistol-style, or with a Cowboy Bebop-style pose. It's like a shooting game with just moving targets, and I must admit it was fun, but after five minutes there was no more room to maneuver.
Nagisa was also wreaking havoc among their troops, leaving only corpses torn to pieces or crushed by the pressure he exerted on them, like a boa constrictor, the snake that breaks the bones of its prey before swallowing them. Watching the victims' reactions, it was really unpleasant. I let Lucirian have a chance to have a little fun, too, using his fire breath for fire.
- << Not bad, cool >>
In any case, their habitat wasn't bad for simple things. Near the ruins, they live in a kind of camp. The houses, or rather, you could even call them huts, are made of wood, leaves, earth, and even animals. I count about fifty of them scattered all over the place. Their population should be less than a hundred, well, it was a hundred. I plan to reduce them as much as possible.
We continued our carnage, but at one point I was able to tell that Lucirian was starting to tire. He had exhausted his mana, so I let him rest until the end of hostilities. He arrived in front of the largest building in the small village.
A shadow approached the front door. With it, a metallic sound. After exposing myself to the light, I could see a six-foot-one Koboll holding a sword. Earlier, I was healing, and to my great delight, some semblance of clothing.
"What's the logic in the fact that only the chief has the right to wear clothes? Could it be some kind of custom to show that he's the leader? Hmm?"
-Grrrrrrrr
-Grrrrrrrr
While I was immersed in my thoughts, a horde of Koboll surrounded me, all well-armed, with threatening looks. Nagisa left me hanging.
- "Well, I would have told him to leave them to me."
I smiled at their gathering. It was exciting, but I'll be quick. I've already wasted enough time as it is. I'm basically here for the ruins, not to do...
- "Damn, I'm too impulsive."
As I said this, I killed all the Koboll around me with Dark Spikes. This scene was surely very shocking, seeing the Koboll King's expression. I'd say something between fear and surprise. Hmm, more like surprise. I didn't wait for him to recover from the latter before tying him up with chains, taking my sword, and slitting his throat.
-<< Oooh, that's scary, well, now's the time for you to come>
- Siiiiiiiiii
- "You can have the heart, so hurry up and eat it, not the whole body."
At my command, he didn't accept without much fuss. He usually likes to devour his prey whole, but he must have noticed my impatience.
When I left, I made sure to set fire to the village so he couldn't come and bother me anymore, because they no longer have homes and are understaffed enough to allow themselves to engage in pointless fighting.
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- "What the hell happened here?"
In front of the entrance to the Koboll village, a group of mercenaries was assessing the traces of the previous massacre that had been perpetrated a day earlier. It was a veritable butchery; the corpses of the animals were unrecognizable; several had lost their heads, others had scrambled bones or were charred.
For the group of mercenaries led by Greg, it was surprising; they were already well-versed in dirty work, as demonstrated by the members of his team. Hans, one of them, was addicted to drugs, his dark circles under his eyes, his thin build, and his anxiety proved his addiction. Mob, another, with no particularly striking history, did everything for money; committing a murder or two wasn't difficult for him; his appearance was more off-putting than that of an addict. And finally, the new kid, Johann.
He was on a clandestine quest for a nobleman named Wales Rally. It consisted of stealing potential treasures and artifacts using a plan. They were supposed to explore new areas.
-<< Let's continue, we must hurry. This proves someone has already been here and has magical powers. What did Hans say so much?>
Hans, still looking at the monster corpses, jumped at the question.
-<< Oooo... Yes, it must be a fire mage.>
The stuttering proved he was missing something. At this realization, Greg sighed in exasperation. He wanted to wish, if possible, for another mage, but they are rare.
The stuttering proved he was deprived, and at this realization, Greg sighed in exasperation. He wanted to wish, if possible, for another mage, but they're rare.
"And now, he has an anxiety attack sometimes. I'd like to make him consume his drugs until he dies of an overdose."
Turning to the other two, he said,
- "Aaaah, Mob and Johann, let's go. Hmm... Johann, there's something wrong."
- "No, nothing, everything's fine, boss, we can go."
Despite what he said, Johann had an excellent sense of danger and this unpleasant feeling hadn't left him since they accepted this mission. But he had to take it. He was well paid, and we also had the opportunity to find and keep some treasures for them.
He needed money, even if it meant doing disgusting things. That's no excuse for him, but he has a sister and other children to feed.
"Ha! At the end of this mission, I need to see Marie. I haven't seen her in a month."
With that thought, he followed the trail to the ruins.
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I found myself inside what remained of a castle that must once have belonged to a noble family or something like that, but now it's just a pile of stacked stones. There was practically nothing left of its former grandeur. It hadn't been spared by time or humans, through desecration and pillage.
- << It's sad for someone like me who is attached to the immutable. It makes my heart ache a little. Don't you agree, Nagisa? >>
-<< Siiiiiiiiiii >>