A FALSE ALLEGATION

The goblin army shout out with joy. The tense was replaced by incomparable joy. Some of them even pranced while laughing.

No exception Revan who returned to human form, fell down while smiling proudly. Rio rushed over to him and found the blood from the man's wound had seeped into his coat.

"You must be treated," said Rio while supporting his friend.

"Later," he answered slowly. "I still want to see this happiness." Revan greeted Rio's pitiful face with a smile.

The battle has ended. The goblins won a landslide victory over Fenrir who had been terrorizing them all this time. Even if a few goblins had been killed, at least there wouldn't be any more after tonight.

From the eastern horizon, a tinge of redness was faintly mapped in people's eyes. It must have been an hour or two before dawn. And, Bayrak seemed enthusiastic about his biggest game. He was ready to pull the dagger from Fenrir's forehead.

Just as Bayrak's green fingers gripped the hilt of his dagger, and his hands began to exert force, suddenly Fenrir's body jerked. The Alpha suddenly stumbled backwards, leaving the dagger in its cradle.

He couldn't understand how something that was already dead could still jolt as hard as before. However, he looked carefully at Fenrir's stomach, which was getting more and more up and down, rising and falling. There is no right conclusion, other than the fact that the monster has resurrected. He came back to life!

In the midst of the excitement of the goblin army celebrations, Bayrak was stunned to see his enemy's tail wagging slowly. Too shocked, he forgot to tell his soldiers that their battle was not over. In fact, this might just be the beginning.

Fenrir got up, then howled loudly until the goblins choked. Their faces were pale, as if the blood had suddenly stopped flowing. Different from before, this time Fenrir did not attack head-on, but simply stood looking at his enemies. Not long after, the row of curved claws scratched the ground, followed by the muscles in his body that suddenly stiffened.

The wolf—which was dry at first—has now become a mighty monster with a body the size of an elephant. Fenrir's red glare pierced the people around him, as if to signal that death had arrived.

"W-what is this?" Kron shook behind Bayrak.

"Vrave. That creature consumed too much vrave, so its body size increased rapidly," said Bayrak, ate by terror.

"Back off! Back off!" Leander shouted at his brother's army.

"NO!"

The exclamation mixed with the roar just now came from none other than the Alpha. Indeed, at first he was daunted, especially when he saw Fenrir's fangs curved like tusks. However, a new conclusion has prompted him to do a proof.

"The Fenrir we know is dead! His black magic has been extinguished!" shouted Bayrak. "Now, all that's left is an ordinary wolf."

Everyone was silent, surprised by the "ordinary wolf" that Bayrak was referring to. They don't know, really, what to do now. Fenrir, the goblins' greatest threat proved invincible, even with ten seconds of holy armor rays. However, why do their leaders insist on fighting, to the point of trying to deceive.

"ADVANCED!" With sky-high courage, Bayrak waved his arms, ready to execute Fenrir along with the goblin army. "Huh!" The next second, he choked, because no one else responded to the call.

Rio was stunned, between fear and anxiety watching the creature that was previously thin and old suddenly became a scary monster. Even so, the goblin warriors could only stand on trembling legs. Their faces were pale.

On the other hand, the supreme predator is preparing itself for a vengeance. His sharp glare pierced Bayrak, full of anger. A small thump accompanied the four black hairy legs that were slightly bent, just as they were about to pounce.

"Bayrak! We must retreat!" Leander insisted. "Our soldiers are frightened."

"Afraid?! What's that? I know no fear!"

"Bayrak!" shouted Kron.

The burly goblin dashed towards Fenrir. They met, less than a minute. Both of Bayrak's arms were engulfed in flames, no different from the enemy who had his long fangs ready. The foretold duel—between the forest lord and the invaders—had finally materialized.

"I'll end this! FOREVER!" Bayrak's left hand threw a fireball the size of a watermelon.

Fenrir spontaneously ducked, letting the attack cross his head. However, the opponent grabbed the creature's leg as fast as lightning. Bayrak dragged his enemy to the ground, then launched several hard fists while shouting in anger.

"The final fight," said Kron in amazement. "We have to help him!"

"Kron! What should we do?" Rio spoke.

"I don't really understand Bayrak's words. However, if Fenrir's black magic is completely extinguished, then we can kill him without the light of Kholoros."

"You're right! That means Fenrir has become an ordinary wolf, just like Bayrak said," said Rio.

Fenrir gave a strong jolt, sending Bayrak flying quite a distance. The goblin crashed to the ground, before rising again and igniting fire in his hands.

"Rise up, My soldiers! We prove that goblins are not food!"

The fight continues. After Bayrak's burst of fire missed, Fenrir was free to crash into his stomach, causing his opponent to hit a tree. Bayrak sprawled out, but his guts didn't. Armed with determination as strong as steel, he rose for the umpteenth time, and gave the most threatening glare in the entire forest. There he is! The gaze of an Alpha.

The two green hands pressed together, followed by the ten intertwined fingers. Bayrak brought his arms forward while taking a deep breath. He knows this is the point where a leader's influence is tested. If he loses, it's over. However, the fire of his troops will be rekindled if he succeeds in fighting back.

"TAKE THIS!"

Bayrak's finger links opened, greeted by a very fast and large explosion of fire that unsparingly engulfed Fenrir's body. The wolf howled in pain, while Kron and Rio had to close their eyes from the glare at that time. When the light dimmed, they were startled by a very amazing sight.

"What is this?" mumbled Kron.

It turned out that the goblin soldiers had lined up neatly. They stood bravely as many as four layers, escorted by the riders of the cornibus at the forefront. There was no trepidation, except for the fighting spirit imprinted on their faces. Fenrir must die tonight, was the promise made before the hunt. And, that promise must be fulfilled.

"ATTACK!"

Bayrak's mischievous cry signaled the start of the aggression of the two goblin nations. After Fenrir's first death, they aspired to overthrow the monster a second time. In fact, the umpteenth time was not a problem. As long as the Alpha is standing in front, no matter how big the problem is, it's nothing.

Fenrir was still able to stand even though half of his face was scalded by the fire. The wolf's upper lip melted, becoming one with its bottom. Much worse, his right eye looked like a charred marble.

Bayrak's assumptions are valid. Fenrir was no longer a wolf that was shielded by black magic, but a creature befitting an ordinary beast. That meant, they could treat the monster like a real hunting target.

"Throw! Come on!" A goblin gave the command as his comrades launched dozens of fire-edged spears. Made of forest coconut wood, tipped with black granite, flying freely towards Fenrir's crown.

"Rio! Take Julius and fly with Frig immediately," Kron ordered.

"Why?" Rio panicked.

"This place will become a sea of ​​fire in a moment. The battle was drawing to a close. We have to secure Kholoros and the injured people."

"Okay."

Rio quickly ran over to Revan who was lying limp. His blood was still flowing. The man's face was filled with worry as Rio helped him ride the Frig. Meanwhile, Kron rushed to evacuate the battlefield. He carried the wounded goblins deep into the forest, not letting them witness how fierce the struggle that night was.

"Leander! What are you doing?!" Accidentally, the giant found the Alpha hiding behind the trees.

"Ah! I-I…"

"I can't believe it! You betrayed your own brother. You are a coward!"

"Stop blaming me, you stupid giant! I'm not a stupid goblin. A wolf of that size could not possibly be defeated. They're just wasting lives."

"Tch! Keep hiding until you find your skin has faded and your nose is gone."

TUSK!

Fenrir groaned as the two spear blades pierced his back. The goblins responded by spitting fireballs from their hands. Like shooting stars, everything fell on Fenrir. The hiss of frying oil seemed to be heard when the predator's fur was stung by the hot coals.

Bayrak readied his dagger. He would end this before the half-orange sky slowly brightened with the sun. A glint of wrath flashed in his eyes, as the goblins blazed.

"Goblins are not food!"

"Goblins are not food!"

"Goblins are not food!"

Over and over again, the louder, louder, and louder, it was almost audible throughout the forest. The goblins, they truly transformed into a fearless race. Pain, suffering, death, those are no reasons to back down. The cursed food chain is about to be torn apart.

Bayrak's eyes flashed as the pile of stones on top of Fenrir slid down, leaving behind a wolf whose fur had been eroded, whose body was stained with many wounds, whose left eye looked furious.

This is the peak. Two sides, two camps, two bets. Whoever wins, has the right to rule the forest forever. And, Bayrak dared to guarantee this for the sake of his people who are passionate about freedom.

"Chief Bayrak!"

"Defeat him!"

"Eliminate that evil creature!"

"I heard you guys." Bayrak slightly bowed while pointing his dagger forward. "I will make it happen! DIE YOU, FENRIR!"

The goblin spurred its feet forward, crushing the carcass of leaves very quickly. Fenrir quietly waited, but not as calm as usual. The look of the monster hinted at something that was hard to predict.

Bayrak's loud roar broke as his right hand swung, too ready to slash his enemy's head. Just as they were one step apart, and Bayrak's dagger was already gliding nimbly, Fenrir suddenly opened his mouth. The melted snout ripped open, letting it grab Bayrak's wrist in an instant.

The Alpha screamed, the dagger fell to the ground, but his right arm was caught between Fenrir's sharp fangs. Not giving up so easily, Bayrak's remaining fist punched his enemy's head as hard as possible. However, Fenrir didn't care. He kept clenching his muscular green hands, getting stronger every second.

"Damn!" Kron approached the frantic crowd of goblins.

"Shit!" groaned Bayrak. Fresh blood seeped from between Fenrir's fangs.

His five left fingers insisted on reaching for the dagger that lay freely. However, every time his fingertips reached, Fenrir immediately grabbed his right arm, causing Bayrak to endure the pain again. It's a shame, to look weak in front of their own people, especially when the sweetness of victory is already on the tip of their tongue.

"No… I… can… not… lose!" he said angrily. "I… would sacrifice anything. FOR VICTORY!"

ZRAKK!

Fenrir stumbled backwards. How come? The arm that had been stabbed suddenly broke off and spurted blackish red blood. Bayrak roared as loud as a lion. The goblin's hand was stumped, bleeding horribly. As if he didn't care, he instead used his single hand to quickly grab the dagger.

Such a crucial moment. Fenrir realized that he was in danger, and spontaneously dashed towards his opponent, facing Bayrak who was on standby with a small dagger. Can he lead his people to success?

"Re-size: Enlarge!" Kron cast a spell.

A transparent wave instantly swept across the surface of Bayrak's dagger. Just a second before Fenrir's claws reached, the weapon grew to the size of a long-handled axe. Its gleaming tip instantly tore the monster's neck to pierce its crown. Fenrir immediately went limp, and Bayrak fell from the shock.

The situation had been quiet for a few seconds, if only the goblins hadn't said that the giant wolf's stomach had stopped rising and falling. Then everything just got excited. They cheered for the Alpha who was willing to sacrifice his arm for the welfare of his own people. Unfortunately, Bayrak who lost a lot of blood began to stagger. His vision dimmed.

"Chief Bayrak! Are you okay?"

"I'm a little dizzy. Please get me something to stop my arm bleeding."

"Yes, Sir!" Several goblins stepped on the gas looking for herbal leaves.

Bayrak seemed to want to fall, but not today. His pride overcame the aches and pains that were getting worse. He stared fixedly at the corpse of his mortal enemy, it seemed that it was no longer possible to reply. However, his eyes caught something odd from inside Fenrir's gaping mouth.

"What's that?"

(To be continued)