Hunting Goblins

A goblin burst into flames, skin crackling and fat bubbling. I’d just finished clearing out another nest and my levels were rising appropriately. Ranger (Elf/Mountain) was shooting up especially quick, largely due to the fact that these caves counted as mountains. Maybe due to their association with dwarves. I hadn’t managed to hit level 100 in anything yet, but it was approaching. I healed myself and calmly made my way out of the cave, killing a couple stray goblins I found along the way.

81 undetected kills

I’ve made camp in a small cave that wasn’t connected to the larger network. Mary, Sabrina and a few slaves were there tending the fire and cooking up some elk I’d killed earlier. When I strode into the firelight Mary immediately grabbed a bucket of water that had been warming by the fire. Using it and a cloth she began polishing my scales, telling me about the day.

It was mostly routine. Sabrina had managed to trap a couple birds, meaning I wouldn’t have to hunt tomorrow.

One women sat at the edge of the camp, a blonde, washing clothes. I grabbed her and sunk my dick into her pussy. She moaned as I started pumping. There were no men in the camp to do the menial chores, but no one was complaining. The increased chance of getting fucked by me was more than enough to offset any inconveniences.

By the time my scales are shining, the woman was a quivering mess. I had Mary clean off my dick, shuddering as her soft tongue caressed my cock. It had been a few days since I’d arrived, and I’d mostly been hunting by myself. I let Mary and Sabrina clean up a few stragglers, just to get some practice in. But this trip was all about me.

The next morning, I left camp after a big breakfast where I'd fucked three girls. There were several entrances into the caverns, and I returned to the one I’d used yesterday. I liked to change up which one I used fairly regularly, to prevent anyone from setting up an ambush. But I’d only used this one once before, so it should be fine.

As soon as I entered the lightless tunnel my form practically disappeared, the dark brown of my scales turning into an effective camouflage. Wandering around for a while I kept a mental map. Both to avoid the tunnels I’d used yesterday and to ensure I could find my way back.

It didn’t take long for me to find signs of goblin activity. They weren’t exactly the stealthiest of creatures, tending to leave obvious markers, like broken rocks, scraps of food and their dung lying all over the place. I followed the trail and soon came upon a lone goblin carrying a sack of food over his shoulder. There were too many signs for it to be just one goblin. He must have separated from his camp to look for food.

Looking around nervously the goblin jumped at a small sound coming from down the tunnel. It turned out to be a sporeling, a tiny doglike monster made up of fungus that served as a goblins main source of food during the winter months. The goblin laughed when he realized what had scared him.

82 undetected kills

The goblin camp I’d been heading to turned out to be of medium size, with around thirty members. The strongest of which was a hobgoblin, the most common goblin evolution. It took the near limitless potential of a goblin and thought, hey, muscles are good. It also usually ended up being the shortest path a goblin could take. Most monsters had five evolutions in them, goblins could have up to seven. The hobgoblin path, at its worst, ended at four. No, I’m not bitter about how useless they are because I spent a lot of time considering becoming a goblin.

This camp was definitely wary of something, with twice the number of sentries as I’d seen at other, similarly sized camps. It probably meant that word of me had gotten around, though I couldn’t discount the possibility that something else was using these caves to hunt.

Despite their increased wariness the goblins still had major holes in their perimeter. I moved over to a goblin positioned near a boulder, making her hard to see by the other sentries. I slit her throat and propped up the body, to make it less obvious that she was dead, before moving on.

83, 84, 85, 86 undetected kills

As I moved over to my fifth target there was a commotion in camp. One of the bodies had been discovered. All good things must come to an end, I thought.

87 undetected kills

With a roar I left my hiding spot, immolating the nearest two goblins with a stream of fire breath. The roar prevented me from getting any more undetected kills, but it also caused the goblins to panic. Made the rest easier to kill. A worthy trade off.

The hobgoblin tried to rally the other goblins, but most were already fleeing. I silenced him with another gust of flame and proceeded to hunt and kill the remaining goblins over the next hour. Three were undetected kills, Two more should have been, if the goblins hadn’t spun around at the worst possible moment. Ah well, I was still learning.

Only two managed to escape by seeking refuge in another clan. I was actually rather happy with that development. The clan they ran to was a large one, with over a hundred members. Headed up by an orc, the stage right after hobgoblin, they had three hobgoblins, a goblin mage and goblin shaman. It was my first proper challenge since reincarnating, and I was looking forward to it.

I spent the rest of that day hunting a different goblin clan, one with only fifteen members. I took my time and managed to take out all the sentries without being detected, letting me get a whopping ten undetected kills.

I returned to the camp highly satisfied, fucking Mary and Sabrina into unconsciousness the moment I arrived. Before falling asleep I took one last look at my levels.

Ranger (Human/forest) Lv 83

Ranger (Elf/Mountains) Lv 76

Priest Lv 60

Dragon Lv 9

Tomorrow was going to be a good day.