Goblins were running away in every direction, while the fire burned with reckless abandon. This fire was everything Rogu was. He quite literally ignited the core of his very being to create this fire, so It wasn’t a stretch to say that it was him. Or at least a part of him.
Yet it wasn’t enough to delay the War Chiefs advance.
In fact, apart from the few seconds it brought from the War Chief observing the raging flames, it did little to nothing to the Tier Seven Orc.
He simply walked right through the flames as if all they did was tickle his skin was slightly.
On the other side of the inferno of flames, the remaining Goblins were doing their best to run, but in the face of the War Chief it was almost a gimmick to think they could escape.
Just a few waves of his hands and blood red mana gathered quickly before being shot out into the backs of the running Goblins.
All of this was happening while the repeated clashes between the Rygern and the Serpent continuously shook the forest as their mana blazed without regard for others.
Yet the fleeting Goblins had no time to take in the spectacle of a battle that was taking place behind them, as they were being killed one by one.
It was then that a few members of the Royal Retrieval Team peeled off from Loruk with steeled expressions and ice cold gazes.
They noticed what was happening and realized that the War Chief needed to be stalled a lot longer.
Kris. Krel. Sarug. Hurgs. Surgsha. Sarug.
Six members of the Royal Retrieval Team.
Six Goblins that had a lot of promise, and bright futures ahead of them.
Hurgs, the Third Son of the Chieftess Jluug, an Adjutant to General Trig. A Tier Four Goblin.
Kris and Krel. Two devoted members of the of the Shadow Clan. A Goblin that specialized in Darkness Mana. They were a small, yet highly lethal Clan.
Sarug. She was the First Daughter of Chief Darug, the Captain of the Third Goblin Sword. A Tier Four Maglin, who blended the art of the sword with strong use of mana.
Surgsha. A Material Gatherer of the Pogra Clan. The head of Mat Team One. It was her and her team’s responsibility to enter the wilderness of the Dark Lands of Mir, to gather various materials for the Pogra Clan. The Clan that essentially served as logistics for every Clan in the Dark Lands of Mir. A Tier Four Goblin.
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All of these Goblins would be future pillars for the respective Clans.
Yet they would never get the chance.
One by one, they copied their General, by igniting the mana in their bodies enough to cause a massive explosion of mana.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!
The combined might of their explosion was enough to fully uproot the massive trees nearby and send them flying. It was almost as if an explosive hurricane suddenly flew through the area.
The raging torrent of mana seemed to blend with the inferno that Rogu caused which led to the seemingly cataclysmic collection of wrathful and destructive force of mana that danced with reckless abandon in the forest.
Needless to say, it would likely take years for this area of the forest to completely recover from the destruction it went through today.
A level of destruction that actually made the War Chief pause his steps once more.
It wasn’t enough to actually hurt him significantly, but the power of the force before wasn’t one he could simply ignore now. Such was the combined might of seven Goblin who sacrificed themselves all for the sake of delaying the War Chief. A Tier Seven Orc.
But in the end.
All it could do was delay him slightly.
Loruk was pushing his body as hard as he could to run away but while having to carry the massive frame of Rick, it was only so much ground he could cover in the short moments that passed.
And if nothing else changed, the War Chief would catch them with ease and kill every single Goblin that once lived in this forest and the Plains.
But it just so happened that the time bought by the sacrificed lives of 7 Goblins was enough for another being to appear.
The Fox.
It had been nestled away in it’s abode deep within the northern side of the forest, calmly watching everything taking place.
This was not its fight, and it wasn’t one it planned on joining at all.
Of course, that was only until it saw the devastation that was being brought upon the part of the forest it considered his.
The stirred in anger for a few moments as it watched on as the forest was destroyed and the Goblins were killed in masse. It turned its gaze towards the fleeting Loruk with an unconscious Rick on his back for a moment before it seemed to find conviction.
It’s anger reaching a boiling point.
In one quick movement the fox appeared amidst the inferno and directly in front of the War Chief.
The War Chief sized up the fox before it’s already disgusted expression morphed into one of annoyance and anger.
“Move fox.”
A vibrant display of mana danced within the deep red eyes of the fox.
“Get out of my forest.”
“Your forest? Your just a pet the snake keep for entertainment. I won’t ask again fox. Move.”
The fox didn’t bother responding with words and instead let its actions do the talking.
The anger from the disrespect shown to it by the Serpent, and now this Orc who was treating it as if it was nothing.
It seemed the forest forgot the amount of bloodshed it left in its wake on its journey to the Tier Seven.
It was time to remind them.
About the terror of fighting a Flash Fang Fox.
The War Chief barely had the chance to blink before he felt something touch his side and he was sent flying in a random direction.
The sound of the impact literally taking a few sounds to catch up to the speed and power of the fox.
BOOOOOM!!!
The Orc stood up in a blur to find a small check of its right side missing, and the fox was on him once more with a ravenous glint now possessing its deep red eyes.
Now there were two battles of catastrophic proportions taking place in the forest.
All the while, the remaining Goblins were still running for dear life.
It was still undetermined just how many of them would survive this ordeal.
