I Became My Elf King Character In A Game-Like World-Chapter 15: Goblin’s Despair

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

They wielded no weapons, but they didn't need any. Their very presence radiated an overwhelming aura of destruction, sending waves of fear through the goblin ranks.

The old goblin felt his throat go dry. "By the name of Goblin God... those are Giant Golems!"

At that moment, everything became clear. Now he understood why their Commander had fallen in battle.

Four Giant Golems. Even without the Elven army, these behemoths alone could have wiped out their commander and their entire goblin force.

When combined with the disciplined might of the elven warriors, their army never stood a chance.

The old goblin shuddered as another thought struck him. Why were Giant Golems, beings that worshipped the Earth Goddess, fighting alongside elves?

It made no sense. The only known giant within the Forest was the Ogre, the ruler of the ogres.

Yet now, not one but four Giant Golems had suddenly appeared... and they had pledged allegiance to the Elf King?

The goblin's mind raced, struggling to comprehend this shift in power. He knew one thing for certain, this was not a battle they could win.

Realizing the hopelessness of their situation, the old goblin fell to his knees, voice trembling with desperation.

"Great Elf King! The Goblin territory is willing to offer gold in exchange for your mercy! The wicked commander is dead, there is no longer any conflict between our people. We can return to peace, just as before!"

But Renjiro's eyes remained cold and unyielding.

"If your King wishes to negotiate, he can do so himself," Renjiro said, his voice carrying an unmistakable finality.

Then, he raised his hand.

"Attack."

The Battle Begins

"ROOOAAARR!!!"

The Giant Golems bellowed, their deafening war cries shaking the ground beneath them.

Then, like living siege weapons, they charged forward, their massive steps causing the very earth to tremble.

The goblin warriors barely had time to react before the first impact came.

BOOM!

A single swipe from a Giant Golems bare hand sent dozens of goblins flying through the air, their frail bodies crushed like insects.

The goblin ranks shattered instantly.

Then came the second strike—A Giant Golems stomped down with full force, causing the ground to crack beneath its feet.

The unfortunate goblins caught beneath its foot were instantly obliterated, their bodies reduced to nothing but mangled remains.

Panic spread like wildfire. The goblins screamed, their once-organized formation collapsing into chaos.

WHOOSH! WHOOSH! WHOOSH!

Hundreds of arrows whistled through the air, their razor-sharp tips glinting under the sun.

The archers, each an expert marksman, released volley after volley with perfect precision.

Their natural talents—[Hardened Bow] and [Sharpshooter]—allowed them to strike with devastating accuracy and enhanced power.

Every arrow pierced through armor and flesh, dropping goblins by the dozens. A rain of arrows fell like a storm of death, leaving the battlefield littered with lifeless goblin corpses.

From the flanks, the Huntresses charged forward, their sleek black panthers sprinting through the battlefield like shadows.

Their weapons, Silver Crescent Blades, gleamed with deadly intent as they slashed through enemy ranks. Even when surrounded, the Huntresses showed no fear.

One goblin lunged with a rusted spear, only for a Huntress to sidestep gracefully, her curved blade slicing clean through his neck.

A second goblin tried to strike, but the Huntress, without hesitation, flipped her Crescent Blade into the air.

Her natural ability—[Multi-Strike]—activated.

The spinning blade shot forward like a boomerang, striking down five goblins in rapid succession before returning seamlessly to her waiting hand.

The battlefield became a slaughterhouse. Goblin after goblin fell, unable to match the sheer speed and superior skill of the elves.

The remaining goblins could not endure the onslaught. Some threw down their weapons, collapsing to the ground in surrender.

Others turned and ran, desperate to escape the carnage. A few, too terrified to move, simply curled into balls, clutching their heads and begging for mercy.

The old goblin, watching his people fall like wheat before the scythe, felt his heart sink in despair.

As he gazed upon the merciless efficiency of the elves, he muttered in disbelief, "I do not understand... why did the elves not attack them and wipe them from planet in the past?"

Goblins were creatures of contradictions, cowardly yet ambitious, weak yet insatiably greedy. When faced with death, they would kneel and beg for mercy, even before mindless monsters.

But when given power, they would betray without hesitation. Even the dragons, whom they once worshipped as gods, had fallen to their blades in moments of blind arrogance.

Their attack on the Elves was just another example of their treachery, they had mixed in with Kobolds army to attack them and their commander was in it.

They had long since forgotten who had sheltered them, who had protected them from the brutal ogres to the west.

The goblins owed their survival to the elves. And yet, instead of gratitude, they had chosen betrayal.

They were a race that was— Greedy. Cowardly. Unforgivable. Renjiro's sharp gaze caught sight of the old goblin, desperately retreating toward the goblin nest.

A group of goblin warriors huddled around him, acting as a makeshift shield. But Renjiro did not hesitate. His fingers moved swiftly, conjuring a sphere of searing flame in the air.

"[Flame Burst]!"

BOOM!!!

A massive fireball, nearly a meter in diameter, formed high above the battlefield before plummeting downward like a meteor.

It struck the goblins with devastating force, igniting the earth in a brilliant explosion of fire and destruction.

The blast wave roared across the battlefield. Flames surged outward, engulfing everything within its reach.

The goblins didn't even have time to scream, in an instant, their bodies were charred to ashes, their armor and weapons melted in the intense heat.

The old goblin and his guards stood no chance. Their bodies were obliterated on the spot. Renjiro lowered his hand, watching the dying flames consume the remnants of the enemy.

His Flame Burst was already a Circle Seven spell, with the enhancement from his Crown, its power had surged to Circle Eight, nearly approaching Circle Nine in destructive force.

For goblins, there was no surviving it. The battlefield fell silent. The goblins were dead. Their bodies lay scattered, twisted and burned. But Renjiro's expression remained cold.

His golden eyes turned toward the goblin nest—a dark, cavernous hole where a few survivors had fled.

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"No one should be spared," he commanded.

"SLAUGHTER THEM ALLl."