Chapter 38: Unwanted Visitor
The trio followed along the path left by the wounded patrol, which did not seem to be moving as fast as expected. Some of the prints were circling the group or pacing back and forth, a sign that they certainly weren’t moving at a full walking pace, compared to the fast walk of Dominic and the others.
Then they heard the sound of combat up ahead, much closer than expected.
There were shouts from the guards and the squeal of goblins, but also a deeper voice yelling at the goblins for their incompetence.
"The healer, take out their cleric you worthless sacks of snot. Not that one. Do I have to do everything myself?"
Then they heard the sound of wood splintering and a pained yelp from one of the guardsmen.
"See. Hit the healer and they don’t fight as good." The deep voice declared as Wiz burst through the tree line with his shield raised.
He made a hard left and Dominic saw his target. An ogre was leading the goblin patrol.
The brutish humanoid stood a whole head taller than their burly crusader, and the knotted log in its hand was stained with fresh blood.
The guards hadn’t gotten a chance to set up their defensive formation, which had left the cleric exposed when the ogre advanced.