This Insolent Little Goblin

In front of the great walls of the ancient village of the Dakhat clan, an ogre was installed there as a guard, it was already dawn and it was now time for him to take another in his place. Stretching his tired old body the gray-skinned one-horned ogre grabbed his spear and headed inside.

When he no longer fulfilled his guard duty, it was he who took care of the hobgoblins who served as entertainment for the grand master, their roles consisted of fighting, sometimes even to the death, according to his desires.

But there was an advantage for these inferior little men, the one who would be seen as the best warrior could face an ogre in a duel, it was, according to them, an immense honor that they could do them.

To be able to die under the blade of an ogre warrior or if by chance to defeat one, its essence stone would return to the winner who will have free access to its evolution

"But when do they have to succeed?" The ogre had chuckled loudly while he was crossing a corridor, he was heading towards the room where these "inferiors" were grouped, in this same room, they were fed, as taking a bath was not necessary, they did not They were not allowed to leave this room outside of "entertainment" hours, and they tended to fight among themselves for the hierarchy of this room.

"Those pathetic inferiors. »

As he moved forward, the ogre had sensed a change in the behaviors of the hobgoblins who were supposed to be in the room. Normally, the sounds of their bickering could reach him even at the end of the corridor but strangely we heard nothing, it was total calm...

Except for the strong smell of metal that contaminated the air.

The ogre concentrated for a moment, this smell was familiar to him, being a warrior ogre, this smell was almost omnipresent in his daily life, but this one was... how should I say... this one was one of the most terrifying that it had probably flowered.

Wearing an indignant look, the ogre quickly rushed towards the door, below the door, a greenish liquid coming from inside was slowly dripping onto the ground, noticing that his foot was already caught in it, the ogre had backed away from a few steps, he saw the liquid, no, the blood making its way mixing with others gradually becoming a channel that led to the other end of the corridor.

"By the three-cornered!!! What could have happened here?" Exclaimed the ogre, trying not to panic.

"What could have been going on inside?"

"Is there perhaps a traitor among us? Who would be so bold as to betray the Tri-corn..?"

Several questions came to his head, even with a retarded brain, he knew that whoever dared to betray his master, his days were already numbered.

He glanced at the door, two pieces of boards crossed against each other, serving as a lock and as he lifted them, the sounds of creaking echoed furiously inside and the door was opened.

Once there, the ogre saw a pile of corpses piled up and others were scattered, bodies violently torn apart, limbs crushed, others were torn from their bodies, among them there were also disfigured faces. and even claw marks from different creatures, it was such… carnage.

The room was filled with pools of blood everywhere, the sight was horrible even for an ogre who only saw them as food… but it was horrible nonetheless.

Hopping to his feet while trying to avoid trampling on a corpse because they could still be used as dinner later, who knows, the ogre almost tripped but thanks to his control of his body, he managed to prevent him from falling by leaning on his right arm, at that moment he noticed that in a corner of the room a particular hobgoblin, sitting surrounded by several stones which he quickly deduced were essence stones, in his hand, there was one last one which still had its crimson colors but it was quickly tarnished the moment his gaze was placed on it.

Becoming suspicious, the ogre had cautiously advanced from him, he still had his eyes closed, as if he was not suspicious of the presence of the ogre himself, feeling offended, the ogre frowned and growled;

"Are you the cause of this carnage?" His voice was full of fury and the pressure emitted was enough to make any hobgoblin in the vicinity shudder, but strangely in front of this particular hobgoblin, it was only wind that only ruffled his navy blue hair .

Opening just one eye, the hobgoblin stared at him with bitterness, his dark circles under his brown eyes gave him the appearance of being tired from this long night he had spent fighting.

"So, we can't even absorb a few essence stones in peace?" He replied a little annoyed, to hear him it seemed that even his voice seemed tired.

"How insolent!!, Wait and see, once I bring you to the Grandmaster, I will put you back in your place. » so the ogre had thought, advancing closer.

"Why did you do this? Who ordered you to do it? Do you know the consequences?" Said the ogre, speaking sternly to the young hobgoblin.

"It was the ogre who led me here who was at fault, he told the others that they could do whatever they wanted to me, but he didn't tell them that I would defend myself... well then I defended myself." the hobgoblin replied, as he timidly opened his other eye, he glanced hungrily at the ogre's chest, which made him take a few steps back.

"Only the grandmaster can decide your fate, in the meantime, you will have to follow me… little inferior." The ogre spat, he had frowned for a long time, this damn hobgoblin had already gotten a big head and he was already after his essence stone.

The hobgoblin had never stopped his eager gaze, as if he had something succulent in front of him, something irresistible, licking his already slobbering lips, he pulled himself together and stood up abruptly, saying;

"Well let's go, I can't wait to be there!!"