The Golden Lord has a perverted SSS-rank summoning system!-Chapter 46: Ambush at the goblin camp (02)

Ethan and Evelyn walked side by side, leaving the shelter of the forest behind. The other guards followed them, with Alaric right in the middle.

Each of them chose a tent and then went inside.

As soon as Ethan passed through the piece of cloth serving as a door, he shuddered, his nose wrinkling as a putrid stench of feces and rotten meat invaded his nostrils.

There were about three goblins in that hut, lying comfortably on piles of leather that hadn’t been properly tanned and that gave off a rotten, terrible stench.

When he took a step forward, he felt his foot sink into rotten food scraps and goblin excrement, the terrible smell becoming even worse.

One of the goblins opened his eyes, sleepily.

He barely had time to notice the blade that immediately sank into his throat. The creature struggled and thrashed, unable to make any sound other than bloody gurgles.

His greenish hands grabbed Ethan’s sword, shredding themselves as he tried to fight with all his might.

After five seconds, the struggle ceased.

Ethan immediately moved on to the next creature. It was no different. Using a cloth, he prevented it from screaming, a small dagger lodged in its chest.

The third one even woke up to the noise, but it was already too late.

Shortly after finishing off the last goblin, Ethan left the hut, breathing heavily. The smell still wasn’t pleasant, but at least the gentle breeze coming from the forest helped a little.

Evelyn came out shortly after, her frown showing that she wasn’t happy with the smell either.

In the end, neither of them could do anything about it.

The important thing was that, in that short time, they had killed more than thirty goblins and considerably reduced their numbers.

Exchanging glances, they moved on to the next row of huts, even closer to the goblin chieftain’s hut. From inside, Ethan could hear noises he could only describe as gross, loud cracking sounds and disgusting moans.

Fighting the urge to vomit and doing his best not to imagine what was happening in there, he moved on to the next hut.

There were five goblins in that one, and with swift movements, Ethan slit the throats of every single one.

A satisfied smile spread across his face, but unfortunately, it didn’t last long.

Just as he prepared to leave the hut, a scream filled with agony echoed out, a shiver running down Ethan’s spine.

Someone had screwed up.

He ran out in long strides, immediately standing beside Evelyn.

Just above them, the archers drew their bows, aiming at the doors of the huts that hadn’t yet been cleared.

From inside the chieftain’s hut, a thunderous roar spread out, a powerful murderous intent descending upon everyone there.

The hobgoblin, the tribe’s war chief, had been interrupted in his fun, and he was certainly not happy.

In a situation like this, the guards should have surrounded Ethan, but instead, they surrounded Alaric, leaving Ethan and Evelyn isolated.

"Son of a b—" Evelyn was about to curse when Ethan stopped her, grabbing her arm.

"The goblins will focus on them; we have to take care of the ones who are more isolated."

Biting her lower lip, Evelyn suppressed the anger on her beautiful face.

It took no more than twenty seconds for all the goblins to be awake, reaching the center of the field.

Ethan did a quick count. About eighty.

They hadn’t killed that many. The numbers had likely just dropped for some other reason. Either way, it would be great for them.

Just above, the archers fired nonstop, each arrow drawing a scream of agony. They paused for just a second when the door to the chief’s hut burst open, revealing a large, powerful figure.

His skin was green, and like all goblins, his body also appeared covered in mutations. Standing about two meters tall, he was only slightly shorter than an average orc, endowed with terrifying muscles.

[Name: Hobgoblin

Description: A superior goblin who reached the second stage and was able to evolve, taking on characteristics of its cousins, the orcs. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

Level: 37]

Glancing at that creature’s stats, Ethan couldn’t help but gasp.

Fortunately, the hobgoblin’s eyes were completely focused on Alaric and his men, so it wasn’t his problem.

For now, he and Evelyn just needed to whittle down their numbers as much as possible.

The hobgoblin roared at Alaric, grabbing his club and charging forward.

"Shit, get back!" Alaric shouted, also stepping forward.

His blade met the hobgoblin’s club with a metallic clang. The sharp edge sank slightly into the hard wood before being thrown backward, the sword nearly slipping from his hand.

"Ugh... ugly bastard!" Alaric spun in the air, kicking the hobgoblin in the face and then stepping back.

The mud from his boots splashed into the creature’s eyes, and it grunted, shaking its head.

"No honor hooman!

"Oh... this thing talks?" Ethan couldn’t help but be surprised.

He had always seen goblins, even hobgoblins, as monsters with limited rationality and communication skills. Apparently, he was wrong.

Shaking his head, he focused on his own fight.

Together with Evelyn, they flanked the goblins attacking the guards, swinging their blades at the same time.

Ethan’s sword found a goblin’s neck, cutting through it so easily it felt like slicing butter.

Evelyn’s axe, right beside him, sank into another’s ribcage, crushing bones and collapsing lungs.

Blood spurted onto both of them, the goblins’ sharp, pungent scent invading their nostrils.

It was hard to focus with such sensory torture, but in the end, what could they do but keep fighting?

Ethan clenched his teeth, his eyes gleaming with murderous intent as he moved among the many goblins.

His movements, previously slightly forced, quickly transformed into an elaborate sword dance, each cut wrenching out a groan of pain and a hand, or foot, or life.

The goblins’ greatest strength was their numbers.

If they could attack all at once, surround their enemies, and stab them from all sides, they would win. It was that simple.

But in the face of such carnage, in the face of Ethan’s eyes filled with murderous intent, the creatures’ legs began to falter.