Chapter 6: EX 6. 1 Man vs 50 Goblins
The goblin hunting party returned in triumph.
Dragging their squirming prey behind them, they passed through the creaking wooden gates of the village—gates guarded by two snarling F-Rank goblins whose eyes widened with pride at the sight.
The bound and terrified women, bruised and dirtied from their capture, were hauled like trophies.
Around them, the rest of the goblins began to gather, their beady eyes glinting with savage delight as growls of admiration echoed across the crude settlement.
The goblin village, though barbaric in origin, was not without structure.
It was encircled by a tall, jagged wall made of sharpened logs, reinforced with crude bindings of rope and bone.
The gate itself was heavy but poorly constructed, creaking open and shut with a groan each time it moved.
Inside, the ground was bare and trodden, and crude tents lined the dirt pathways—haphazard dwellings made of animal hide and scavenged wood, stained dark from blood, smoke, and rot.
The deeper one walked into the village, the more the chaos gave way to hierarchy. The outer tents belonged to the F-Ranks, weaker goblins who fought in packs and died in droves.
But closer to the heart of the camp, the tents grew in size and strength—reinforced with bone frames, stitched with dyed leather, even adorned with trophies like broken weapons or human skulls.
These were the domains of the E and D-Rank goblins who were stronger and more cunning than an F rank goblin.