Chapter 47: Golems
Evening approached, and a solemn atmosphere hung over a small part of the vast forest as two young men stared at the grave of their loved one.
Noah’s face was soaked in tears, he snorted as he wept for Milan’s death. Ragnar, on the other hand, stared coldly at the grave, wallowing in self-hate and blaming himself for failing to protect him.
In fact, they both felt the same: if only they had been stronger and more vigilant, Milan would still be alive, they thought. Even after carrying out their revenge on the goblins, they still felt empty and blamed themselves.
An eerie silence hung around both of them for a long time. Except for the trees dancing and insects chirping, no other sound broke the stillness.
As Ragnar continued staring at the grave, the pang in his heart gradually transformed from grief into thirst for revenge. After some time, that thirst grew stronger and finalized.
Ragnar turned to his friend with a cold expression on his face. "We have to take care of the goblin hideout tonight."
Noah wiped his tears and turned to Ragnar. Sure, he was ready to tear down the goblins who caused him this grief. But at the same time, he doubted they could clear the hideout with their current strength. He had already concluded that the goblins they slayed were probably the weakest in the hideout.
He shared his concern with Ragnar.
Ragnar listened to Noah’s explanation calmly before responding. He assured Noah that they would be able to slay the goblins with their current strength.
Ragnar personally believed that — the strongest goblins in the group they had just slain were the spell casters who were level 5, with high spirit attribute and low physique attribute. Unless there were goblins above level 10 in the hideout, their mission should succeed.
Noah was easily assured by Ragnar and quickly changed his mind. "Those goblins must pay for their evil deed!" he declared, clenching his fist. His eyes glimmered in the darkness.
Ragnar agreed.