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Conquest of the Goblin Village: Overlord of the Goblin Harem, page 1
Conquest of the Goblin Village
Overlord of the Goblin Harem
G. Ayersome
Copyright © 2024 G. Ayersome
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The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.
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ISBN-13: 9781234567890
ISBN-10: 1477123456
Cover design by: Art Painter
Library of Congress Control Number: 2018675309
Printed in the United States of America
Contents
Title Page
Copyright
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Epilogue
Books By This Author
Chapter 1
I pressed my back against the cold, damp wall, the tension in my body almost made me shiver even as I tried to keep my breath shallow and controlled. The distant clang of armored boots echoed through the labyrinthine streets, growing louder, closer. The paladins were relentless, their pursuit fueled by righteous fury.
My cult was in ruins, our sanctuary desecrated and burned. The bitter taste of failure lingered on my tongue, but it was not yet time for despair.
Clutched tightly in my hands was the cult’s grimoire, the ancient tome of spells that held secrets and power beyond mortal comprehension. With it, I could rebuild, exact revenge, and rise again from the ashes of defeat. This time under my leadership.
I risked a glance around the corner. Some people were peeking out of windows but the streets were empty, the city was under curfew and the smoke rising said enough about the fate of the sanctuary.
They weren't going to allow such a place to remain.
I had to move, to escape this cursed city before they hunted me down. The City Watch and Men-at-Arms patrolled the streets helping the Paladins search street by street, house by house.
Sweat beaded on my brow as I moved swiftly through the deserted streets, each step measured and silent. I reached the edge of the market square and paused, scanning for any sign of movement.
A flicker of movement caught my eye. A figure emerged from the shadows across the square, the gauntleted fist symbol of the Paladin Order on his surcoat. But luckily he only wore chainmail which revealed him as a mere square. Still, my heart pounded. He hadn't noticed me yet, and taking the chance I muttered a spell under my breath, drawing upon the dark energies of the grimoire.
My fingers tingled with power as I prepared to unleash a blast
But he could sense the power, they are trained to hunt us down. But he was still inexperienced and it was too late…
Just as he turned towards me a ball of crimson energy was already flying towards and a second later
*boom*
A loud explosion shook the square and I was again running for my life. I didn't look back to check if I succeeded. The spell was stronger than I expected and I hugged the grimoire even closer, I could sense its power flowing into me making my spells stronger.
I ran through the maze of alleys trying to find an escape. Then a hunched figure appeared in front of me, nervously peeking out.
Then he noticed me and suddenly turned around,
“Oh it's you!” he whispered.
Another one of my surviving compatriots,
Then his eyes went down to the item I was holding,
“You saved it!” He exclaimed, his voice rising too high for comfort before he composed himself.
“I was looking at the Gate and it is guarded” He whispered as he peeked from the wall again.
I joined him and it was true, the city watch formed a mob around the gatehouse while a Paladin in full plate armor, not like the mere square I faced before and he was busy giving the instructions watchmen instructions.
As I scratched my head trying to make a plan the power of the artifact tugged my mind and I turned towards the stone wall. It wasn’t particularly big,
“If only…”
I concentrated my magic and I could feel the book’s dark power strengthening me,
“The Paladin turned towards us!”
My fellow cultist screamed as he turned towards me,
“What are you doing!?”
His voice was in panic.
Of course, the paladin could sense the magic build-up,
But just then I released the spell,
A bright ball of crimson energy, wreathed in unholy fire flew towards the wall hitting it with a loud thug, and a mere second later everything turned white and my ears were ringing from the loud explosion.
A sudden nausea assaulted me, I felt dizzy and drained. That was too much power. But I couldn’t afford to collapse here.
As I tried to recover my companion yelled, “I am free!” and ran towards through the hole in the wall.
The Paladin didn’t even notice me as he followed and then the entire group of soldiers that were guarding the gate.
It was then I realized the Gate was suddenly completely undefended. And I didn’t think twice before falling to a run. My vision was still blurry and the world seemed to rotate around me but I kept running.
My legs were driven to their very limit as I ran senseless. I didn’t know where I was going anymore but I kept moving.
My legs felt like they were on fire but I pushed myself, the road went from cobblestone to gravel and finally to dirt. It was then I finally gave up and fell on my knees next to a roadside tree.
My heart was beating as if it was about to explode and my lungs sucked in as much fresh air as possible. However, I was safe…for now.
The rickety sound of wheels coming from the road grabbed my attention, and my legs tensed, ready to bolt in panic. My heart pounded as I prepared to run again, but a second glance made me pause. It was just a cart pulled by a single horse, laden with goods, its driver a tired-looking merchant
I waved at the driver who tugged the reins and brought the cart to a halt next to me.
“You need something?”
The man asked.
“Where are you going?” I quizzed him.
“To the East. All the way to the edge of the Kingdom” He explained and it was more than enough.
“I am going in the same direction and I got coin.”
I said shaking my pouch of savings.
“Get on then, we need to move fast”
With that, I got on the back of the cart and we began moving.
I will rebuild the cult in the far corner of the Kingdom, under my leadership we will conquer all!
Chapter 2
As I laid my back I opened the grimoire, the ancient spell tome of the Dark Mage Xanthus.
Its pages looked old yet every single letter remained pristine, each stroke of the bright red ink combined to create sentences in a long lost language only a few knew and that includes me.
The leaders only allowed a trickle of knowledge but now all of it is mine!
The words seemed to pulse with a sinister energy and even as my vision blurred I pressed on, driven by an insatiable curiosity.
Rumors whispered of the sacrifices that had been made to imbue it with such potency. Hundreds, perhaps even thousands, had been sacrificed to empower these spells. The more I read, the more certain I became of the truth behind those tales.
The spells described within were beyond anything I had ever encountered, their potential both awe-inspiring and terrifying. I could feel the grimoire's power seeping into me, a dark tide that threatened to overwhelm my senses.
Despite the growing dizziness, I continued to read, unable to tear myself away. But finally, as the dizziness threatened to overtake me completely, I closed the grimoire.
Taking a deep breath I closed my eyes, reviewing what I read in my mind making sure I absorbed everything to my mind. Finally some rest….
“Hurry!”
A man screamed in the distance dragging me back to Earth right before I fell asleep. The voice was filled with panic which made me jump.
There was no space to rest yet.
But what came was not a threat, but a bunch of carts similar to the one I was in, filled with goods and people- men, women, and children of all ages.
Our cart stopped as they approached and the driver asked the driver of the cart in front of the procession,
“What happened?”
“We can't take the Goblin raids anymore!” The man on the cart wailed before whipping the reigns. Soon he was behind us followed by the rest of the carts which drove past us in a hurry.
“Another village gone!”
The driver grumbled to me which left me confused and I quizzed back,
“What is happening?”
“Goblins! Goddamn Goblins” the driver raised his voice, “They have been raiding villages and no one in the Kingdom cares about this corner,”
Well, it made sense considering nothing except Goblins could cross the massive forest so there was no risk of invasion, smuggling, or anything and it also meant not much trade or industry there either.
“We can’t c
“Where are we going?” I asked and he replied,
“To the nearest town”
I couldn’t do it and I was sure the Paladins would search the entire Kingdom if they had learned we had the Grimoire.
“I’ll drop here,” I said,
“It is going to be dangerous” He replied but I simply explained,
“I need to get to that side” as I jumped out of the cart.
“Well, if you are lucky there will be one or two villages left but if they have run away you are alone with Goblins”
He warned me before driving away and I was left with no option but to walk towards the closest village.
“Oh well,” I said to myself, the fewer people there are easier it is to stay low for some time before the Paladins move on to the next thing on their list.
The dirt road was quite serene in a way, it was flanked by lines of trees but it was cool and the air was cleaner yet I kept my guard, some Goblins aren’t much of a fight for me but Paladins would be a nightmare…
Nearly an hour had passed when I spotted something in the distance: a wooden palisade rising above the treetops. Relief washed over me, and my pace quickened instinctively. But as I drew closer, an unsettling quiet settled over the area. No voices, no sounds of daily life—just the sound of nature.
I approached the gate cautiously, my heart pounding in my chest. "Please don't be abandoned," I whispered under my breath. The gate was left wide open as if it was inviting me in.
My fingers clutched the grimoire even tighter as I walked close, I could feel its power to be drawn out at any moment.
Just as I was about to enter the gate, something jumped out. A hunched figure carrying a pile of farming tools on its back landed in front of me. It was barely taller than my waist, its green skin and long ears immediately giving away its identity. A goblin.
In an instant, my arm was stretched and I concentrated my magic energy into a magical bolt, one of the most basic spells of a mage which flew with a whistle and crashed into the Goblin hitting it right in the chest which exploded with a bright light but not before it released a shrill scream.
It was followed by cries from the village and more Goblins came flooding out from the houses dropping their looted goods and taking out crude weapons. Spears and axes made with sharp rocks tied to them with an odd few carrying looted kitchen knives and pitchforks.
The one that stood out was a particularly muscular Goblin who carried a hide-shield and a steel sword, probably looted too.
Then as one, mob of Goblins swarmed toward me,
A flicker of flame appeared in my mind as I chanted the words, my mana gathered in my hand and I could feel the power of grimoire flowing into it.
A fireball.
But it was…different. Instead of the bright red-yellow flames, it was crimson. But there was no time for thinking as the horde approached.
I was a mage, not a fighter, if they came into melee I was finished.
I took a few steps back and released the fireball which flew at the tightly packed Goblin swarm and a second later
*boom*
Crimson flames erupted from the Goblin horde, their war crimes turning into screams as the unholy flames engulfed them.
The flames consumed the entire horde even reaching the wooden barrier that acted as a gate and soon disintegrating under the relentless heat. The fire raged on for several minutes before finally dying out and allowing me to finally enter the village.
The village center was littered with what used to be goblins who were now indistinguishable from unnaturally large chunks of charcoal.
Was I this powerful?
A fireball was quite a hard spell that should have used up much more mana at my level, yet I felt nothing. Even then, it was never supposed to be this powerful.
I stood there, jaw wide open in awe of my own power. But then reality snapped back. There could still be goblins lurking around. I quickly closed my mouth and composed myself, scanning the area for any signs of movement.
Fortunately, the flames hadn’t reached the houses. The village was spared from destruction. Amidst the charred remains, I spotted a fallen knife, its blade glinting in the dying light of the fireball's aftermath. It had been thrown away from the explosion by the unlucky goblin who wielded it. I picked it up, its hilt still warm, and prepared for a fight.
The doors of all the houses were open but there was no sign of humans, blood, or any struggle. The only conclusion was Humans abandoned the village and the Goblins simply came to loot anything left inside.
Well, that makes things harder, I thought, but I could only shrug and do the next best thing—loot the village myself.
There should be some food left. I cautiously approached the nearest house, the wooden door hanging ajar. Stepping inside, I found the place already ransacked. Furniture was overturned and the floor was littered with broken pottery and scattered belongings.
I moved carefully through the wreckage, keeping an eye out for anything useful. The kitchen area, though in disarray, still held some promise. I rummaged through the pots and sacks and the only thing left was a small sack of potatoes.
I pressed on, moving from house to house, scavenging as many supplies as possible. Even though each house I explored was empty I didn’t let my guard down, each step was cautious, and each door opened with bated breath, my senses on high alert for any remaining Goblins hiding somewhere to ambush me.
I had never faced Goblins before but I knew how they fight, sneaky and dangerous. They only attack you head-on if they were sure of having the upper hand, a mistake that cost the Goblin mob that attacked me their lives.
In one house, I discovered a stash of dried meat and a few jars of pickled vegetables hidden beneath a loose floorboard. In another, I found a well-worn leather satchel filled with medicinal herbs. With each house, my haul grew. I collected blankets, tools, and even a sturdy cloak that would serve well against the cool night air.
There was only one house left to check, the one on the opposite edge of the settlements. However suspiciously the door was closed, either the Goblins didn’t get to it yet or...
I blew the door open with an arcane bolt, the wood splintering and flying apart from the force. Without hesitation, I kicked down the remaining pieces and entered the house
“EEEEH!” A high-pitched shriek greeted me and I prepared my weapon,
“There you are!” I whispered,
A goblin hunched under the table,
As I closed in it screamed,
“Me no-warrior, me no-hurt hooman!”
The words caught me off guard, a Goblin that could talk was rare and incredibly useful.
“Then come out, or I will blow you out!” I commanded.
“EEEEEEEHYAAAH! NO!!!!!” However, it only screamed even louder which made me tap on the table in frustration.
Losing my patience I grabbed it by the leg and dragged it out, The Goblin tried to desperately cling to the wooden floor as it screamed with a high-pitched voice but in the end, I managed to drag it out.
“No hurt me-uwaaah!” The Goblin began crying like a baby and I could almost feel sorry for it. It kept its face hidden so I grabbed and lifted it before dropping it on its ass, seating it on the wooden floor.
It wore a skimpy dress that was just a piece of cloth tied around its chest which held back two green globes and a loincloth that didn’t hide her bubbly green asscheeks. You didn’t need to be a scholar to guess her gender.
“Now you are going to answer every question I ask. Understand?”
It..no she…desperately nodded her head even as she still sobbed.
With that I grabbed a looted rope and tied her up making sure she couldn’t escape before dragging her out, the sight of the battle and the littered charred Goblins made her shudder in fear.
But she kept walking and there wasn’t much resistance. Seeing my power probably made her realize the futility of fighting back.
After making sure there were no other Goblins inside the village I moved back to what used to be the gate. Considering there was no way to repair it myself I had no option but to take measures to defend myself.
I took the knife and began carving runes on the palisade next to the gate. The knife wasn’t ideal but for a simple warning spell, it was enough. After carving the runes I began uttering the words of power, imbuing magical energy into the runes until they began glowing.
