'Haaahh, the sun is shining.'
Ding, Ding.
'The sound of water running calmly in a nearby river.'
Ding, Ding, Slash
'The murmur of birdsong.'
Ding, Slash,
– Damn it...
'And the constant sound of metal clashing against metal and the death cries of a bunch of idiots.'
– AAAAAHHHHH
– Hendri!!!!, damn it, they're getting closer, portal quick!
A man nearing thirty, with a muscular body, dark brown hair, and dark green eyes, shouts to one of his companions while defending against a goblin's sword attack with his wooden shield.
The goblin then retracts his sword, slightly larger than his body and "well-made" to the point where one wonders how a goblin could have obtained it, and steps back slightly, giving space for the next one to try and catch the cornered prey.
– I'm trying, damn it, you know we need 20 seconds, hold on for another 14, until then.
– Yeah...
Ding, Ding
– Easy...
Ding, Slash, Slash
– SPEAK!!!!!
Slash, Ding, Ding, Slash
Yeah, the guy with the shield is right, it's much easier than doing it in this case where you can only defend against a horde of enemies and hold on for 20 seconds.
'The pity is that since you want to activate the return crystal during combat, it doubles the activation time, making it about 40 seconds, so in reality you need to hold on for another 34 seconds.'
Yes, the group of unlucky souls had already been holding off the merciless attack of a group of 20 goblins, already exhausted, for 6 seconds, and another one was already on the ground along with two others, leaving only 3 defending the 4 wounded.
'I might even consider their tenacity admirable, if they hadn't been arrogant (or simply stupid) enough to try to conquer the entire floor with a group with equipment only slightly better than beginners and almost no items or personnel responsible for healing and support.'
'Well, I can only say that they got what they came for, I guess.'
I thought, looking at the last 3 standing, still defending themselves and trying to damage my 14 still-active goblins. The only good decision they made was managing to take down the 5 archers before being cornered. Oh, the man with the shield managed to defeat one, very good, but he only left behind a rusty dagger. I don't think they have much time to get the loot in this situation.
– Damn it, Anil, how much longer!!!
– I-I-I don't know, I should have opened it by now!!!! – The slightly younger and considerably thinner man, with reddish-brown hair longer than usual for a man, said, trembling and watching the fight unfold. Which looked more like people trying to fight a green wave, except that this wave had teeth, claws, and iron weapons ready to shatter them.
– Damn it, try to speed this up, you miserable skinny thing! – yelled one of the wounded, leaning on his spear, its tip now broken, watching the damned green demons drooling toward the group.
– NOW IS NOT THE TIME FOR THAT, MOVE AND KILL AS MANY OF THEM AS YOU CAN!!!! – the man in front shouted, while defending against an axe blow from one of the goblins, and managing to kill another with what looked like a pair of machetes wielding short swords.
– Suart is right, if we're going down, let's take as many of them as we can. – The 30-year-old man, with a shield and short sword, said to all his companions, both those fallen and those still standing, especially to the man with the two-handed hammer, his left hand seemingly looking for a chance to escape.
– Tsk, I get it, but you'd better pay for this on the other side, you damned wretches!!! – That same man with the hammer said to everyone, while still searching for a way to escape this disaster:
'How cute, this whole conversation took about 16 seconds, so they still have 18 seconds to get out. The question is how many will make it.'
The viewer thought as he "looked" at the scene "below," it's not as if he felt nothing seeing these people die, but it was necessary that some of them die. Both for himself, and for them (not those who died, obviously) and those who would come after them.
In the end, six managed to escape. Incredibly (but not really), the one who tried to flee was one of those wounded by a spear, although not the one who was yelling at Anil. He tried to run to the right, an area with fewer goblins, while trying to endure the pain of losing an arm and being hit with a short spear.
Obviously, this was just a trap set by the goblins. At least the poor guy died quickly with a blow to the head; I doubt he felt anything, which was good. It seems some of the goblins were quite hungry and ate his corpse nauseatingly quickly.
'Hurrrggghhh, I know I created them to prey on humans, but I still definitely prefer when they eat animals or just use mana to survive.' The presence thought, looking at the stains of blood in the ground that were once a person.
'Well, at least they should understand this so they don't just take me as a joke, and be a little more careful. I even want them to have as much fun as possible, even in an environment where they could end up dying, so they have to learn not to bite off more than they can swallow, like the group of clowns from a little while ago.'
He thought as he watched the group reappear at the entrance, inside the temple the teleportation had sent them to, where they were being attended to by the dungeon's "staff."
'Great, they're not panicking anymore when they see bloody people, well, not all of them, that's already better.' The presence said to itself, watching the wounded being taken to one of the temple wings converted into an infirmary by the residents of the nearby village.
'Ahhh, it's truly touching to see how the simple villagers have adapted so quickly in just a few months since I appeared, even though no one has yet reached beyond the first floor.' He said, recalling the day that happened 4 months ago.