Chapter 3: How to escape from killer goblins
I ran like there was no tomorrow.
"Get him!"
"We're gonna turn him into minced meat!"
Those were the charming words echoing behind me, and every time I dared to glance back, all I saw was a green wave of creatures closing in. Honestly, terrifying stuff.
I dashed through that underground hellhole until I was on the verge of collapsing. I was running on fumes. Eventually, I managed to lose them—by flinging myself behind a rock like my life depended on it (because, well, it did). They sprinted right past me, none the wiser.
Of course, I wasn't exactly safe—just on a ticking clock. I still had no clue where the exit was, and with that many of them sniffing around, it was only a matter of time before one of the little bastards caught wind of me.
Speaking of which, I almost got discovered when one of those cursed goblins literally jumped on top of the rock I was using as my makeshift hiding spot. He sniffed around with his nasty little pointed nose, but by some divine miracle, didn't look down.
He just grunted—charming as always—and wandered off, back into the green horde of doom currently tearing the caves apart looking for me.
Naturally, I didn't stick around for round two. I kept crawling through more rock formations like some desperate mole rat, hoping to find an exit. No luck. What I really needed was time—and guess what? I had none.
I had to find something to deal with the goblins. Fast.
I kept creeping along until I hit an area that looked... totally unremarkable. Until I noticed a smell. That kind of "weird enough to be dangerous" smell.