I Became My Elf King Character In A Game-Like World-Chapter 14: Goblin Territory

Selena, lithe and quick, with piercing eyes, gave a small bow, her hand tightening around the bow slung across her back. The soldiers behind them shifted, ready to follow their leaders into battle.

"As you command, Your Majesty!" the commanders replied in unison, their voices echoing across the ranks.

Without a moment's delay, the elven army split into three groups, each moving with swift precision toward their targets.

The sound of boots on the ground and the low hum of the Giant Golems' magic filled the air as they departed.

Renjiro watched them go for a brief second before turning to his own battalion, a smaller but elite force handpicked for this mission.

With a single gesture, he signaled them to march, and they set off toward the goblin nest marked on their map.

Their journey was quick and relentless. The battalion moved like a tidal wave, cutting through the wilderness with ease.

Any small magical beasts foolish enough to cross their path, a scampering fire lizard or a snarling horned fox, were struck down in an instant.

Arrows flew from elven bows, and blades flashed in the sunlight, leaving no survivors.

The soldiers' movements were smooth and practiced, a testament to their years of training under Renjiro's rule. Within half an hour, they arrived at their destination: the goblin nest.

Unlike the careful strategies of human armies, Renjiro didn't bother with stealth or hiding. His battalion advanced openly, their banners raised high and their armor gleaming.

The goblins would see them coming, and they would tremble. The nest itself was a messy sprawl of burrows and crude wooden structures dug into a low hill.

Smoke rose from small cooking fires, and the faint stench of rot hung in the air. It was a pitiful sight, but Renjiro's expression remained cold.

It didn't take long for the goblins to notice the approaching army. From the mouths of their burrows, hundreds of them spilled out like ants from a kicked nest.

Their green skin glistened with sweat, and their bony hands clutched makeshift weapons, rusty swords, chipped axes, and sharpened sticks.

Their eyes darted nervously as they formed a ragged line, clearly unprepared for what stood before them.

At the front of this chaotic mob stood an old goblin, his wrinkled face sagging with age. A tattered red cloak hung loosely over his hunched shoulders, and a gnarled staff trembled in his grip.

He stepped forward, trying to muster some semblance of bravery, though his shaky voice betrayed his fear.

"Noble elves, this land belongs to the Goblin Territory! You have crossed into our territory!" he declared, his words wobbling as he spoke.

His sunken eyes flickered between Renjiro and the towering Giant Golems behind him, clearly unsure of what to do. The other goblins shifted uneasily, muttering among themselves, their courage already faltering.

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Renjiro let out a cold, sharp laugh that cut through the air like a blade. His eyes narrowed, glinting with a mix of amusement and disdain.

"Your territory?" he said, his voice dripping with mockery. He took a single step forward, and the ground seemed to pulse with his authority.

The Elven Crown atop his head glowed brighter, its divine light casting a faint shimmer over his face, making him look almost godlike.

His long cloak billowed behind him, and the golden trim of his armor caught the sunlight, dazzling the goblins who dared to meet his gaze.

"A year ago, your so-called Goblin Territory bowed to my people," he continued, his tone icy and unforgiving. "You offered gold every month as tribute, begging for our protection. If not for the elves, you greedy, weak little disgusting creatures would have been crushed by the ogres to the west long ago. Don't pretend this land is yours—it belongs to those strong enough to hold it."

His words hit the goblins like a slap, and the old goblin stumbled back a step, his staff clattering against the ground.

Fear crept into his beady eyes, and his wrinkled hands shook harder. He swallowed hard, his throat bobbing as he scrambled for a response.

"Y-Your Majesty..." he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. "The conflicts between our people and the elves were all caused by the Commander! That cruel goblin is no better than the ogres, I hate him just as much as you do! But please, don't worry. Once he returns to the land, our great King will punish him himself!"

The old goblin's words were desperate, his tone pleading. He clasped his hands together, bowing his head slightly as if hoping to appeal to Renjiro's mercy.

Behind him, the other goblins nodded quickly, their muttering growing louder as they clung to the faint hope that their excuse might save them.

Renjiro's lips curled into a smirk, cold and dangerous. He tilted his head slightly, his eyes gleaming with a sharp, predatory light.

"Return?" he said softly, his voice calm but laced with a chilling edge. He raised a hand, and the air around him seemed to grow heavier, pressing down on the goblins like an invisible weight. "That won't be happening."

He paused, letting his words sink in. The old goblin froze, his breath catching in his throat as a shiver ran down his spine. Renjiro's smirk widened, and he took another step forward, his presence overwhelming.

"Your goblin Commander and his pathetic army are dead," he said, each word clear and final. "They will never return."

"W-What?!" The old goblin's face twisted in shock and horror. Until now, they thought their commander forces had just faced some delays.

They never imagined that their goblin army had been and their commander had been wiped out.

And just as the old goblin was still trying to process the truth—

THUD. THUD. THUD. THUD...

A deep, thunderous rumble echoed across the land. The very earth trembled beneath their feet. The old goblin squinted, his frail body trembling as he peered into the distance.

His already murky eyes widened in horror. Four towering Giant Golems, each over twenty meters tall, stood behind Renjiro.