While raising a noise similar to scratching claws on a blackboard, monsters with earth-coloured skin came at me while raising their weapons.
Goblin. The monster I have fought the most in this world. Inside the deep forest, their repulsiveness became more prominent and gave you goosebumps just by rushing towards you.
The Forest of Magical Energy.
Its the place where I came yesterday to collect spirit grass. I had been attacked by goblins that time too but this time the situation is a bit more troublesome.
After all, there’s still more?, they are coming in numbers that’d make you think like that. Spare me from this. I think like that but the Goblins come at me while I’m sighing.
Today also, the elf with whom I formed a party is not in visible range. Probably he’s hiding above a tree or something. I have this image of being able to aim easier from higher places with a bow i guess.
While thinking that, I rotated the knife in my hands.
[They’re coming.]
“I know.”
Without any kind of strategy, the goblin charged at me head-on.
I turned away that attack with the iron knife in my right hand and the long sword being held by the goblin stabbed into the ground.
As it panicked to pull it out, I trampled on it with my feet and slashed with my knife. I couldn’t cut it apart completely but since it had torn open its flesh, blood began gushing out.
The bloodspray dirtied my mantle as the goblin collapsed in front of me. But, the goblins showed no hesitation even after seeing its own kind fall like that. Another one charged at me from behind while screaming.
“There’s quite a lot of ’em.”
This was the 6th one. As I turned back, the 7th goblin died after getting shot in the head by an arrow.
As it fell down while running, it stopped near my feet. I doubt there’s any need to deal another blow to it, its definitely dead. While confirming its death with a glance, I turned towards the 8th and the 9th one.
I didn’t even look towards the place where my comrade who had fired the arrow was at. Words of gratitude, etc, all will distractions in this situation.
I simply cut and my comrade shoots.
[They’re still coming——it really feels like there’s just an infinite number of them.]
“Anything but that.”
Swinging the knife in empty air, I got rid of the blood sticking to it. It’s sharpness has begun to fall. The edge is chipped as well. It won’t be able to take any more attacks. I clicked my tongue at that.
Well, it was ridiculous to fight monsters with just an iron knife in the first place.
Thinking that, I decided to borrow the long sword that goblin was using before I killed it.
As I pulled out the sword from the ground, I felt like my balance would crumble due to the difference in weight of it.
Since I had been using only an iron knife recently, using a different weapon suddenly becomes all the more difficult. It’s been a long time since i felt such a weight in my hands.
“I’m not good with heavy ones, really.”
[Wanna switch to using me?]
I decided to refrain from that. It would be one thing if I didn’t have any weapon at all but if I am not lacking of weapons, I want to avoid using Ermenhilde. Also, if i unsheathed the GodSlaying weapon, my identity would also be revealed. That’d be troublesome.
If it was an extremely dangerous situation, I would have no choice but I should be fine for now.
“With a proper sword, I should be able to take care of mere Goblins. Probably.”
[The Elf archer is there as well after all.]
“Yeah.”
At the same time as I answered that, i swung the longsword towards the 2 goblins coming towards me. I used only one hand to attack but the slash was sharper than I expected and cut the through the shoulder of the one running towards me till its chest. But due to lack of strength, I was unable to cut through completely and my sword remained stuck in its body.
“tch.”
The remaining one goblin swung its rusted axe at me in the meantime.
It was aimed at my face but before it could reach, I kicked at its body faster. The leather boots crushed its flesh and the sensation of crushing something hard came through my feet.
Faster than I could feel discomfort from that sensation, the goblin I had kicked bent forward and vomited.
Not letting that chance get away, I forcefully pulled out the long sword and struck it at its neck.
“fuu.”
[That was slightly dangerous.]
“That wasn’t just ‘slightly’ dangerous dammit.”
Throwing away the bloodstained longsword, I transferred the iron knife to my right hand again.
As expected, this was easier to use. But, something even lighter yet longer weapon would be more easier to use though.
While thinking that, I breathed a huge sigh. I’m tired. Both physically and mentally. This endless fight is making me feel really anxious. If this goes on, I could only expect things to get worse.