27. Evrolk's Past

Weak.

Pathetically weak.

Both enemies and allies are pathetically weak compared to him, that's what he believed and he was right.

From the moment he was born he was strong, so much so that his mother was unable to survive the pregnancy and ended up dying, even though her species was known for its resilience during pregnancy. But due to the strength he had gained from his father he still survived and the first thing he did after leaving her corpse was to guarantee this strength by devouring him, and whoever else was close to him at the time. At least 10 members of its parent species became its prey in mere seconds of life.

A few days later he met his progenitor, at that time he had already devoured almost his mother's entire clan, of the 130 members there were only 22 left in days. From his progenitor he learned how to better use his strength, how to make members of his parent's species obey to get better tasting prey, and how to make them stronger but not strong enough to threaten him.

He was amazed at his progenitor's wisdom, but above all he was amazed at his strength. Creatures that he had difficulty defeating, his progenitor eliminated easily, partly because his progenitor knew how to use a strange power that he didn't know how it worked nor could use. But that didn't matter to him, he was still strong and growing fast.

But this made him question his progenitor, his mother's species was weak, the proof of this was that even when he was born they barely managed to stop him. Then he asked why he copulated with his mother, and he replied that he did it because he was ordered by his master.

What was a master then?

He was someone much stronger than his parent. He was curious about the various races that existed and wondered what the result would be or if there would be a cross between some of them. So He sent several of His minions across the plains to find species that could generate beings like him, the hybrids.

But the search for strong descendants is something that everyone has in common, which ended up resulting in the fight for suitable partnerships between other species between their progenitor and others. His progenitor ended up losing in these fights and he ended up being delegated the task of mating with one of the weaker creatures of his mother and finally giving birth to him. It seems that their parent species was chosen because they have a great strength of adaptation and a high level of fertility.

What he knew was true, even though he had made them charge only 22 individuals in his mother's clan before his progenitor appeared, he was sure he had devoured more than 150 of the original 130, meaning even when he ate they continued to eat. multiply and with each new individual they managed to last a little longer against him, perhaps a few seconds longer than the others.

With this new information he tried to generate more like him, but no matter how many females he copulated with, nothing seemed to happen, only more specimens of his mother appeared, considerably stronger but not like him or his progenitor. He discovered that hybrids would hardly be able to reproduce with other species, so that he was able to have offspring was further proof of his mother's impressive fertility.

Over time he started not to care and focused on strengthening himself, something that his progenitor also supported as the Master had ordered that in a few months he wanted to see how strong the hybrids would be. He knew that the more he ate the stronger he would become, the stronger the prey was, the more strength he would get from it and the more strength he had he could eat more delicious prey.

And what was the strongest being he had encountered so far, his progenitor.

It was a fierce fight of the desire for strength against the desire for survival, but in the end his physical strength managed to withstand more of his progenitor's attacks than he expected, which ended him, as well as so many others in his belly as well. Shortly after that he was able to meet the Master in person.

As soon as he saw him he knew two things instinctively.

'I can't win no matter what I do.' and 'If he wants to kill me he will!'

But when the Master saw him he smiled and applauded him? He didn't know what that meant but it seems he wasn't angry that he had devoured his progenitor. In fact he seemed happy about it, and now under the Master's tutelage he learned about more races that existed, one in particular that seemed to stand between a strong and weak race but with an indescribable flavor, the humans.

Under his tutelage he and his subordinates attacked several human settlements and feasted on their spoils, it was there that he tasted human flesh for the first time and he knew immediately that he could not eat anything else. Their flesh was even better when they were still alive and saw themselves being devoured, he couldn't understand it but it was something he also found amusing.

Because of things like that, humans started to call him Evgrlo or Horrvolk, something like that, the Master told him one day that they were calling him the Horrendous, he liked the title and how it sounded so he decided to adopt it as your name. Thus he became Evrolk the Hideous.

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Now he led a coalition of 20 tribes that his sons had conquered, 5 each, but they were still maddeningly weak; their combined force could number just over 500 goblins. There would be more but he still got hungry occasionally and even though they didn't have the best of tastes it was still good for something.

With this coalition he hoped to conquer every piece of fertile land near the cave he was born in, this place was more... greener compared to his cave, and one thing he learned was that the greener it is, the more prey, including his favorite humans.

Through his scouts he discovered two human settlements nearby, a large one with a river running through the middle and with large stone walls and another considerably smaller and without many defenses, naturally he opted for the second option, but not simply because it was the easiest.

It was because, once he mastered this accent, he would have more supplies and possibly some, as the Master called... slaves, to help him conquer the larger accent, something he would need considering there was another tribe of goblins attacking this other one. accent. And according to their scouts, this tribe was not like that of its progenitor or like those that its descendants had conquered, this tribe was led by a hobgoglin tribe, a Hobgoblin Lord.

According to the Master, it was a considerably powerful variant of the natural evolution of goblins, individually he would still win easily, but in a group the Hobgblin Lord would have a considerable advantage. That's why he decided to attack the second settlement first, even though it was the first time he would attempt an attack on a human settlement in the green area without the dark red fog, he hoped to conquer it quickly.

But that wasn't what was happening, not only had humans identified them before, but for days they were weakening their strength and forcing some to flee using traps with an atrocious smell. Which made him angry, and anger made him hungry, and hunger made him devour the most useless of his subordinates, which diminished his strength and left him angry and hungry again. In the end, when they had gathered enough weapons (stones and sharp bones) there were only a little more than 300 of the 500 originals left.

However, this time he didn't get angry, as he imagined that he would still be able to conquer the small settlement without too many problems, they didn't have high walls around the edible plants, even the few humans living in the red fog area knew they should use bigger walls.

And again that wasn't what happened, they used the same scent traps as before, but much stronger, some of the goblins with more sensitive noses even passed out from the smell, nothing that a little kick couldn't solve, but it still delayed and left them disoriented.

The attack, which should have been a direct and concise wave, ended up becoming several small and scattered waves, giving the humans more than enough time to counterattack. What they did with strength, using weapons that came from heaven like the magic of their progenitor and weapons harder than stones that most gobins used, except for himself, his descendants and 20 former leaders of the subjugated tribes he had magnanimously spared.

As a result wave after wave, his pathetic subordinates were eliminated, repelled or used the opportunity to escape, not that it made any difference after he was finished here he would make a point of devouring them still alive.

When there were only 50 goblins left including him and his "honor guard" as he liked to call them, he finally recognized that these humans were very different from the ones he was used to, more organized, stronger and with better weapons. He regretted not having led the attack from the beginning and thus avoiding so much waste, but he didn't do it simply because he didn't want to get tired for nothing.

And all these "sacrifices" had not been in vain, with this he had confirmed that this settlement had many resources, which would allow him to stay here for a long time recovering his strength, with the idea that he would obtain human slaves and the fact Although most of the pregnant females were left behind, he could rebuild his strength without any problems. Maybe even strengthen them considering that unlike him, several goblins considered humans more as... sources of stronger offspring than as food, both men and women.

For him it made no difference, what really mattered was the taste of their meat, just imagining the different taste of the meat of so many humans was enough to make him salivate, without much further ado he mounted his Skra-rak, a beast that the Master presented him with and with his guard he himself went into combat. The sound of screams and falling bodies urged him to fight and have fun and the smell of spilled blood stimulated his appetite, he was hungry and it was time for him to satisfy it.