62. There is no poor dungeon in the world (4)
Twenty goblins with clubs. Ten throwers with baskets on their backs. And two goblins that look like shamans or something. Less if less, less if more, many subtle numbers.
But since there are two of us, it was quite a burdensome number.
And those burdensome goblins were walking towards us. Naturally, it was because they were making a lot of noise in this dungeon. I grabbed Sif by the scruff of his neck and raised him up.
“Run over there.”
“Over there?”
Sif’s head turned in the direction I pointed. There was an empty lot in the direction I pointed.
“Go, suddenly?”
“Catch only moderate attention. I’ll take care of the rest.”
I pushed the back of the hesitant Sif with my hand. Sif smiled and ran in the direction I pointed. After all, it’s a cat, so I’m going to fly. Sif’s scream as she ran away definitely caught the goblins’ attention. It seemed that aggro was attracted quite well, perhaps because they were crazy about s*xual desire.
About half of them seem to have caught up behind Sif.
The other half is coming towards me.
There are quite a few stone slingers left. The shaman didn’t even move. I wish I had followed Sif a little more.
Even if you only pull aggro from those who throw stones from a distance, you’ve done your part. It’s hard to catch enemies from a distance with my ability.
To be precise, it’s not that I can’t do it, but it was inefficient to use my abilities to the limit to catch the stone-throwing goblins. It’s impossible to lose strength leaving the boss behind. I felt it during Wyvern, but I think we need to come up with countermeasures for long-range opponents in the near future.
It won’t be easy to survive with just this one skill, which is constantly subject to material and environmental damage. It’s good if you can get a new skill, or you need a means to cover long distances, even with a gun or crossbow. I thought it would be a good idea to have at least one means ready when this job is over.
“First of all, I have to deal with those unknowing goblins who rush in…”
I fixed my shovel and glared at the goblin charging towards me. Number twelve. Stone slingers keep their distance and approach, club wielders charge at random, and shamans muzzle from behind.
Just looking at that, it looks like he’s trying to use magic.
“Production.”
First of all, we have to block ranged attacks.
I put up a wall between the goblin minions and the throwers. While the goblins hesitated at the naturally obscured view, I put the shovel in the ground and used the skill again.
“Production.”
Pillars rise from the ground. The goblins that ran near me were hit by pillars rising from the floor and fell out. The victim was three. It seems to have flown quite far, so it’s probably an instant death.
“!@*#$!!?”
Noisy Noisy. I managed to dodge the pillar and hit the side of the goblin leaping at my head with my shovel. A full swing that a baseball player would admire. The hideous looking goblin fell out with blood spraying from its mouth. I had a moment to spare. I immediately used my skills to deal with the rest of the goblins.
Once you’ve dealt with the idiots, that’s it. Next…
“…Look at how he uses magic as a shaman.”
I clicked my tongue as I watched the walls shattered by the fireballs. As expected, the earth walls have clear limits. Even the magic of the monsters you catch in the beginning will destroy them. But carrying around expensive materials and repeating production and disassembly is too strenuous.
I let out an eerie laugh and glared at the shaman pointing his wand at me. The distance is approximately 30 meters. Not too far, but not too close. You don’t know when the shaman’s magic will pop out, but if two people have the intelligence to use magic sequentially, it’s hard to charge blindly.
But if we block it with a wall, if the shaman spreads the distance in the meantime, it will be a useless battle of attrition. A means to easily block the shaman’s magic…
Ah.
I looked down at the goblins beneath my feet. There were live and dead goblins where one exploded and broke, but that doesn’t matter to me right now.
I immediately grabbed one of the goblins by the leg and tossed them at the incoming fireballs. When the goblin’s corpse collided with the fireball, the fireball exploded with a scream. One first The other rolls at the right time to avoid it. I heard an explosion behind me, so it seemed that I had landed.
I moved forward, shoveling away flying stones. Now about 20 meters.
When will the next fireball fly?
Watching the shaman’s actions, I stopped throwing stones and used my skill at the stupid goblins who picked up the club.
“Production.”
Sharp awls pierce the bodies of goblins. It was fortunate that these guys were really intelligent. Startled, I threw the shovel at the goblin shaman who hurriedly pointed his staff at me.
Get hurt by being hit by a shovel, or give up magic and avoid it. I don’t know which side to choose, but either way the fate of the shaman was fixed.
“Production.”
I use it frequently. A pillar rose from the floor and shattered the shaman’s skull, spraying brains.
“!()&*#!&$!!”
One more.
“Production.”
I lay down side by side amicably and looked away from the shaman who had left this world and called for Sif, who was still being pursued.
“Sif! Come this way!”
“aaa!”
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The goblins, madly chasing after women like stupid people, stopped chasing and noticed it only when Sif got noticeably closer to me. I handed Sif the club I took from the goblin’s corpse.
“Go, why is the stick suddenly… ?”
“Can you handle that number?”
“It’s too much, too much! I don’t know if it’s just one or two-“
“!@*(&!#$()!”
Those guys look pretty timid too. Even though I was in such a state of openly defenseless, I didn’t run into it. I glared at the goblins and said to Sif, who was holding a stick with a frightened face.
“I will take half of it, and you will take the other half.”
“Are you trying to kill me?”
“You thought you were going to earn money in a dungeon while not being able to do that?”
“…Okay! You can do it!”
“!@*#$(!!”
“Production.”
Break down the goblins’ formation with a wall. As the wall appeared in an instant and cut the goblin group in half, the goblins screamed and looked around. Have to finish it soon
“Production. Produce.”
I simply added two walls to completely block the retreat. The goblins, trapped in an instant, wandered around, realized that the only way to survive was to kill me, and rushed at me. However, even if the mobs in the beginning rushed in droves, there was no way to win against me after playing a game of notice with Hydra on an uninhabited island for 10 years.
To save the senses on the island, stab, cut, and crush each one with a shovel.
In an instant, there were goblins that had turned into cold corpses all around me. I leisurely turned around and walked about 20 steps, watching the fight between the thief and the goblins. Even though Sif was covered in wounds, he was fighting the goblins on equal footing in his own way.
Bruises piled up all over the body, knocked down a goblin as much as the bruises, and the bruises increased again, repeating the cycle.
“…Weak.”
I was once like that too.
Looking back now, it was a series of events that made me wonder how I survived. From bear cubs smashing rocks the size of a house with their front paws, to hydras spitting out poison.
Still, seeing how he handled the goblins one by one, he might be better than me when I was an idiot. I dealt with all the goblins and approached Sif, who was glaring at me in a battered state. When I saw the poison in my eyes, I thought I did well to order it.
According to the plan I came up with, Sif should have become somewhat stronger.
“It’s all… Taken care of… !”
“Well done. Then I will go see the owner of this dungeon soon.”
“What?”
I immediately opened the door to the boss. The door, which began to open slowly, howled as if it would not be an easy fight.
“…The Hobgoblin.”
I think this is about half a troll. I looked at the Hobgoblin, bigger than a basketball player. The Hobgoblin sat in a circle with his men and glared at me.
“!@*$*)!!”
Excluding Hobgoblins, there are 12 of them.
A lot.
It would be nice if I was simple and ignorant like the guys outside, but the goblins in the boss room didn’t rush at me as if they were being commanded by the hobgoblins.
Did the Hobgoblin notice the situation outside? Well, it was only natural that I was standing like this, as it was no different from saying that I had dealt with all the goblins outside.
“…It will be a tough fight.”
“A hard fight? We both die like this!”
Why is there so much fear? Estimating life and death is the most basic of the basics, but if you can’t measure even that, how are you trying to survive?
“Don’t make a fuss. X-ru.”
“Who else is that?!”
Oh, did I say it wrong? But it doesn’t matter.
What’s important now is the Hobgoblin in front of you, not Sif stomping beside you.
“Whether you can do your part here or not will make the difference in your life.”
“Of course not. Either dead or alive Ouch… “
I fixed the shovel.