The Goblin King

"Goblins are diminutive race of humanoid, crafty and stealthy. They are said to be dumb and savages. However, they are not that dumb nor Savage as people think them to be. They have their own societies, law and their own code of conduct. They have their own hierarchy system. Yet the saying about them being cowardly is quite true. Goblins will never attack a person who is stronger than them except in packs."

From the Memoir of an unknown adventurer.

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Alex and his men began to March towards the goblin village, which was not that far away. A day before, Alex and Crom had scouted the village.It was in the middle of a boggy swamp and set up on a hillock, with a ditch around it and walls made of wall of around five feet tall surrounding the village.

The company reach the goblin village, it was already noon. The goblins shut the gates. Those who tried to escape through the exits were captured as Crom knew every exits and had stationed sentries in every exits.

At dusk, the goblins came out led by a tall and lanky goblin wearing a feathered cloak and several bone necklaces. He was followed by two Worg riders and ten spear Wardogs. One of the Wardog was waving a leafy branch.

"They are asking for a truce," Said Crom, looking at Alex."What should we do."

"Is that Trok," asked Alex, pointing to the feathered goblin.

"Yes," Said Crom," the two riders on his either sides are his disciples, Garok and Oran."

"Let us have truce then," Said Alex.

Crom took a leafy branch and wave it in the air. Trok and his two disciples advance, the others halting.

"Crom and Kara, come with me," Said Alex, turning towards his two lieutenants.

"Sure," Said Kara, giving off a menacing aura, her right hand on her battle-axe, lifting it up to rest on her right shoulder.

"As you say, boss," Said Crom, nudging his Worg to go forth.

Both parties came to a halt in the middle of the field. Alex took a good look at their opponents. Something was off about Trok. He had a pair of goat horns. Trok was not young either. He was old judging by his grey beard and hair. He wasn't the lieutenant Alex saw that day with Grok.

Alex saw the disciple on the left. He was the one who was with Grok that day, a tall and burly goblin, bigger than the rest of the goblins. He had budding black horns as well.

"My name is Trok, the elder of the goblin village here," Said Trok in a wheezing voice,"I have come to surrender."

"I disagree," Said Alex, "I propose a duel. Bring your top three strongest fighter. I will fight them, three versus one, empty handed. He who wins will decide the outcome of the battle."

There were several gasps of surprise. Alex refusal to agree to the term and his proposal was a sudden one. His proposal was also outrageous.

"But they are surrendering, boss,"

Said Crom, looking perplexed," and the odds are not good."

"Yes, they may be goblins," said Kara, sounding concern and angry at the same time,"but three against one and that also bare handed. That's too reckless."

"Agreed," Said Trok, grinning," It will be us against you, human. Be beware all of us are fire-shamans."

"The two of you, go back," Said Alex,

"and no worgs."

He stripped his Kevlar suit and weapons, giving it to Crom and Kara. The three shamans got down from their worgs and surrounded him. They had staffs with them.

"Fire," commanded Trok and began to chant in some strange language. The other two were doing the same, their staff pointed at them.

"Too slow," Said Alex. He ran towards the horned disciple. The disciple look in surprise as Alex charged at him with lightning speed. The last thing he saw was Alex bare knuckles before his head exploded.

A scream came from Trok. Alex turn around just in time to see a ball of red flame hurled towards him from Trok. He dodge and rush towards him. In a flash, he caught him by his throat and ripped out the vocal cord from Trok's throat.

Trok was in pain, his shivered throat gurgling out blood. Alex threw him to the ground. "This is for Jadara." With a crunch, he crush his head with his right boot.

He turned around and saw the remaining opponent, shivering.

"Yield." The goblin quickly got down on his knee. Alex turned around and look at the goblin army that came out from the village.

"Yield."

The whole army got on their knees. He heard his Wardogs cheering in the distance.

Alex looked down on Trok corpse. The deed was done.

"Wardogs, follow me inside," Said Alex, walking towards the gate.

As the Victor entered the village, the goblins inside the wall kneel down. There were only around fifty goblins remaining. The village was muddy and dirty. There were several tepees inside. Alex move toward the centre of the village, where a tree stood.

A Wardog put down a chair for him to sit on. Crom and his men round up all the goblins, goblettes and whelps in the centre of the village. Alex sat on the throne, his right hand on the pommel of his iron sword with Kara standing on his right with Jadara and Crom and Natia on the left.

"My name is Alexander Savage," Said Alex,"From today on I am your King."

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Author note:

I have named the goblins randomly. Mostly are like grunting noises. It is because the lost Goblin language was like grunting noise. They don't have family names as goblins don't usually have family.

As for Orcs, the second name is not a family or tribal name. It is their father's name. If it ends with 'in', it means daughter and if it ends with 'an' it means son. For example,

Karagoth Korathin means Karagoth, daughter of Korath and Orgath Durathan means Orgath, Son of Durath.

Lastly, the MC is speaking orcish, which is similar to Slavic. Due to his profession, he is proficient in many tongues.