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Chapter 61.1 - The First Year at the Academy - First Semester Field Training 4 (1)
"The other side has enough forces. Serps' will be joining us soon. And Lola is being escorted by Tobias-san."
Lambert stopped and looked back.
"That's true, but …… what do you mean?"
"Can I act on my own?"
"You don't ask that kind of thing, usually."
"Well, yeah."
Lambert ponders slightly and gives his permission.
I turned to Desindo.
"Please go back first."
"What? What are you talking about?"
"I'll stay behind to assist them."
"Leave this to the adventurers! Just go back!"
"If they break through, we will be flanked. We have to make sure we hold them off. Besides, it looks like we're almost done, and we'll be joining you soon."
Desindo glared at me and looked behind him.
I knew the students would be fighting over there. I'm sure they're anxious.
But I'm not too worried. The initial "Freezing Storm" should have weakened the ambush team's momentum. And not only the adventurers, but also Harvith, the academy's strongest. Even if about 30 goblins attacked, they would not keep up. It would be more dangerous for them to break through here.
Desindo glared at me again, but his strength suddenly weakened.
"Fine, I'll allow it."
"Thank you."
He then advised me to take it easy and ran off.
As I watched him go, Lambert asked.
"Why did you stay?"
"The whole main group is coming. Here."
The two men looked at each other.
"The "Presence Detection' you were talking about earlier?"
"Please wait. Shouldn't we have gone back then?"
Felix glanced at Lambert.
I'm sure he's worried about his boss.
It's easier for me to be on my own.
"Fire Ball"
Finally, I've mastered intermediate magic.
The power of this magic, when invoked with "Multiple Chanting" is incomparable to that of the beginner level. If I disregard the spread of fire, I can annihilate the goblin horde. However, Lambert would not leave me alone. If push comes to shove, I'll use it without worrying about being seen, but until then, I can't trigger it, even if it's at a slight disadvantage.
"This is the main force, but they are not so numerous. They are concentrating all their strength on the ambush force. We can defeat them. Let's say we fall back and meet them again. What do the students over there think?"
"A pincer attack. Some will get upset and start running away."
"That's what I mean. The students who run away may die in the forest. Besides, it's too late."
I indicate with my chin, and a new goblin swarm appears.
Zeret and Barden charge without care, but Ismira notices something unusual.
I keep my distance and instruct Corpus to fall back as well.
"Ohriyaaaa!!!"
Swinging his war hammer, Zeret pulverizes the goblins.
That's a lot of spirits. That is one of those things that can't be measured by status.
But the march ends here.
A violent metallic sound emanates from the trees, and Zeret is blown away with a loud bang.
"Brother!"
Barden turns bloodthirsty and rushes toward him.
The rest of the group was transfixed by the slithering figure slithering out of the forest.
As I thought, a mutated monster rule the goblin horde.
That is unusual.
Name: –
Race: Goblin
Level: 19
HP: 54/54
MP: 35/35
Str: 14
Int: 9
Dex: 12
End: 13
Agi: 3
Charm: 5
[Skills]
Heavy Blow, Double Strike, Heavy Hammer Blow, Claw Strike
Presence Detection 1, Pain Resistance 2
Two-handed Sword 4, Staff 2, Hammer 1, Claw Art 1, Taijutsu 3
[Magic]
None
[Title]
None.
Just a goblin.
What makes it different is its abundant experience in actual combat and the skills that come with it.
It's slightly taller than a normal goblin and shorter than a human adult. However, its physique is thick, and its limbs are covered with whip-like muscles.
Even monsters have individual differences. Still, I had never imagined that goblins could be this strong. It might be rarer than an evil mutant.
Such a goblin, carrying a two-handed sword with ease, looked at us with sharp eyes.
"Avenge our brother!"
As soon as he said that, Barden made a suicide attack and swung down his saber.
The goblin parried his attack with its two-handed sword and then swung its sword at us with his foot.
Kicked away, Barden rolls next to his brother.
Indeed, this goblin is strong.
But not strong. If I take on the goblins surrounding us, even "Everlasting Crop" would be able to win. There is a limit to what we students can do on our own.
"You bastard…..!"
Zeret helps Barden up.
Just as he was about to jump in again, the goblin leader gave the order.
The goblins deploy all at once and surround us.
There are at least 20 of them. If we include the goblins on the other side, they're already over 70. That may be a larger settlement than expected. I wouldn't be surprised if they were as different as this.
"Ooooh!"
Without regarding the situation around them. The two men charge forward again.
The goblin leader dexterously wielded its two-handed sword and charged with a hammer and saber.
The two are professionals in combat, albeit a little rough. They must have felt the difference in combat power firsthand because they are moving with a sense that is equivalent to instinct. Perhaps they are foolishly trying to carry out the request to "Blow It All Up," which they made up on their own. They're serious, unlike their appearance.
Turning to the sword fight, Lambert, Felix, and Corpus had already begun fighting.
Ismira stands next to me, wary of the goblins.
"You, what are you thinking?"
"You're sharp. You should share your brains with the two of them.
"I'll deal with that one. Take care of the other goblin."
"You're …… serious? That guy is out of the ordinary."
"If it's not that much, it won't be training."
I dodged the goblin that jumped in and slashed at its back.
"The request is to support the exercise, right?"
Ismira ducks the cudgel and slashes its neck with a dagger.
"Do what you want! But don't die, or the request will fail!"
"I'll take care of it."
I looked at Zeret and the others as they slashed at each other and fired a "Fire Bolt".
The target was in the middle of the two.
"Whoa!?"
Zeret jumped back at the sudden magic attack and turned around with surprise and anger.
Before they could make any noise, I shouted.
"My friends are in danger. Protect them!"
"Mwah! Let's go, Barden!"
"Ouuh!"
The two turned on their heels and rushed toward Lambert and Felix.
The other two looked at them with a "What?" but I don't care.
As I walked out with my small sword in hand, the goblin leader also walked to me, its shoulders rumbling.
Goblins are said to have a minimal level of culture.
Then this guy's "Intelligence 9" adds little to his culture. If it's human, it would be above average.
The proof is that it knows what I am trying to do just from my behavior and attitude.
We stopped one step before our two-handed swords reached each other and took a stance.
Up close, it was hard to believe that they were goblins. They look like both bad guys and fierce guys.
"Now, let's begin the exercise."
With these words as a cue, the goblin leader slashes at me.
Stooping low, the tips of his two-handed sword cut through the ground.
It is fast.
The two-handed sword, crawling on the ground, is raised.
I bend its upper body and cleave the small sword.
The goblin leader quickly removes its hand, ducks the small sword, and then moves into my bosom.
Its claws gleam.
I jumped back instantly, and the space I was in was ripped open.
The sound was unusual. Was that a "Claw Strike" just now?
The goblin leader already had a two-handed sword in his hand.
His movements are lean. Is it the benefit of "Taijutsu 3"?
Suddenly, I remember the old days.
When I had a mock battle with Markant, my status was similar to his.
I remember I seemed to have a hard time with it.
"You've still got it. Don't let me out, okay?"
The goblin leader and I slashed at the same time.
Small swords and two-handed swords crossed, and the sound of metal slamming and scraping echoed.
We repeated it many times, and gradually the goblin leader's expression became stern.
The feeling I felt just now.
This guy is experiencing something more than what I felt just now.
It's a very strong monster, but I am superior to him in all simple abilities. And with "Taijutsy 6," I am sure it cannot find the slightest gap between us.
And the more we crossed swords, the clearer the difference became.
I was unharmed, while my opponent had wounds all over his body.
The goblin leader seemed to be fed up with the situation.
The goblin leader swung his two-handed sword to the side and moved away.
It was time for his next move.
There is no big "Heavy Blow" here. Probably a "Double Strike".
The two swords were breathing in unison.
Is it a falling dead leaf or a flower swaying in the wind?
Something triggers it.
Suddenly, the goblin leader jumps in.
Its two-handed sword is above its head.
The sword is swung down at a speed never seen before.
I shifted my entire body to avoid it.
Immediately after, I spun around on the spot and unleashed a follow-up upper strike.
A combination of body techniques – can it do that?
The goblin leader managed to avoid it but still stepped forward.
It uses a "Heavy Blow" like a leap up.
"Kuh!!!"
Its tip of the sword slices through my cloth armor.
I roll my eyes.
It's not over yet!?
The two-handed sword floats in the air.
The goblin leader dives into my pocket with no hands.
A "Claw Strike"–no, this!
It uses a powerful wind noise in front of my eyes.
My bangs sway, and my forehead takes the impact.
After all, was said and done, the goblin leader and I were astonished at each other.
I can't believe it–a "Heavy Hammer Blow" with a two-handed sword?
And that too, by grabbing the blade? f(r)eewebnovel
I know there is such a technique. It's a striking attack with the hilt. But that's while wearing a basket hand.
No matter how much "Pain Tolerance" it has, it's reckless.
The goblin leader was still shocked when it regained its grip on its two-handed sword with its bloodied
hands.
It must have been a decisive move.
The only way to handle that series of attacks is to be very good at it.
If it wasn't for the difference in agility and "Appraisal" that allowed me to see into its hands, I would have been in danger too.
Hot drops of heat dripped from my forehead to the bridge of my nose.
I got a blow.
"You're great, you know. It might not be too late. Will you surrender?"
The reply was a slash.
Well, that's too bad. As long as we don't have any casualties, we don't have to kill you.
I readjust my sword.
"I respect your strength. I'll give it my all in the end."
I activate "High-Speed Movement".
The goblin leader's movement immediately slows.
I dodge the two-handed sword as it swings down at me while advancing, and then I use my weight on the side of the sword in a cleave.
The goblin leader lost sight of his target and was bewildered, but it doesn't notice me behind it. It quietly fell to its knees.
No matter how well-trained you are, a slash to the heart will kill you.
Even in this world, that is reality.
I looked down at the goblin leader with no afterglow of victory.
"You looked like you were having a lot of fun."
I looked up to see Elphimia.
Next to her were Desindo, Harvith, Lambert, "Everlasting Crop" and the others who had joined them in watching the battle. Before I knew it, all the fighting seemed to be over.
"Don't talk about people as if they are battle junkies. It's just an exercise."
Saying this, I gave a bow to the unmoving strongman.
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