13 Refugees

The Sun rose from the eastern horizon and illuminated the wild moor of the Badlands, the northernmost region of the Necross wilderness. The goblin village was built on a low hill surrounded by a mud wall, which was in turn surrounded by a ditch, circular in shape and house several tents.

Although it was early, the goblins had started their activities. Smokes were rising up in column from the center of the village, where the goblettes were cooking foods on big cauldrons. Meanwhile, the male goblins were outside the village, training.

All the goblins were in partially naked, wearing only their loinclothes, sweating and covered in mud, counting loudly as Alex stood over them, showering them with insults.

"This all you can do," Shout Alex," pussies, give me another twenty, all of you."

The goblins groaned but none dare to disobey him, all fifty of them. They had already done a hundred squat, a hundred push-ups and a hundred sit-ups. They lied on their back, covered in mud as they continued their daily training regimen.

It has been two days since Alex and his company took control of the goblin village. He had survived an assassination attempt by Trok's remaining son, Grysk thanks to Crom and his lackeys, who killed them off. As of current, the village had sixty wardogs, twenty goblettes and ten whelps excluding Alex and Kara. Strangely enough, there was not one elderly goblin or goblettes in the village.

Every morning and evening, Alex and Kara will train the wardogs, Alex in the morning and Kara in the evening. Due to their daily training, the wardogs had become stronger and more efficient in battle.

In the afternoon, they work on the village reconstruction.The walls had became stronger, taller and bigger while the ditch became deeper and wider, around seven feet deep and five feet wide, pointed spikes stuck to the floor. The dug out mud from the ditch were used on the walls.

"Twenty," shout the goblins in unison.

"Grab your spears and shields, ladies," shout Alex," We go for a long run now."

Each goblins took a sharpened pole stuck to the ground and oval wooden shields laid next to the poles. They run after Alex, who had his sword strapped on his back and wearing his pant, vest and boots,uniformly falling in five lines of ten.

"Fire in the mountain," Shout Alex.

"Run,run,run," Shout the goblins, chanting their usual marching cadence.

"Fire in the moorland."

"Run,run,run."

"Fire on the hills."

"Run,run,run."

Kara, who was standing at the gate watch on as the marching company disappeared as they passed through a hill, towards south. Their cadence became lower and lower until it can be heard no more.

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A herd of wild pigs were feeding on a marshy meadow in the moor. A huge tusk boar, almost as large as two grown men were standing guard while two sows and around thirty piglets.

Crouching on the ground, hidden by the tall grasses were fifty goblins and a human, circling the herd.

"Now," signal Alex. The goblin stood up, their shields raised, completed trapping the herd in an enclosure of shields.

The boar stomp on the ground and charged at the nearest goblin, readying its foot long sharp tusk. Blood spurted around. Alex had Cut off its snout in one clean swoop.

"Kill the boar and sows," Said Alex,

"Five man formation, team two and three, take down the sows, team five the boars, the rest tranquilize the piglets and captured them."

The three kill teams got into action, encircling the confused and enraged adult. They trapped the adult wild pigs with their shields and stabbed them to death, while the pigs squeals in pain.

Meanwhile, the other had tranquilize the piglets using the poison darts. The darts were not fatal and were lace with a tranquilizing agent which were taken from the skin of a toad, commonly found in the moor.

Alex was satisfied. The goblin had become more efficient at fighting and taking orders, even the ones that joined him only two days ago.

"Okay, tie them up," Said Alex,"We will go back to the village."

The goblins happily tied the kills on poles with eight goblins carrying the adult boar and sows, which were tied to four poles, a pole tied to the left front leg and left hind legs and vice versa and the other two poles intersecting tied to the front legs and hind legs respectively. Fifteen goblins carried the unconscious piglets, who were as well tied to poles, two to each spears. Alex and the rest guarded the occupied goblins and the cargo.

When Alex and his group return to the village, a huge number of goblins had gathered outside of the gate, around a hundreds or so. Most of them were goblettes and whelps with some few wardogs and worgs.

Kara was standing at the gate with six wardogs behind her, looking down and glaring at the gathered goblins. Meanwhile, Crom and Jadara was talking with a group of wardogs led by a Shaman.

"What's happening in here," Said Alex, looking at Crom.

"Boss."Crom looked relieved at seeing him. The wardogs made a path for him. Alex look around. The goblins were starving, tired and wounded. Some had their mouth drooling at the sight of the kills but none dare to snatch or do anything. Looking at their predicament, Alex had a foreboding.

As he reached the gate, it was Jadara who came up and told him the news.

"These are refugees from the south and eastern warrens," Said Jadara," The south had been attacked by orcs, the east had been attacked by trolls. They says the two army are both headed here."

Alex couldn't say anything back. He had long knew the orcs will retaliate. The reason why he took over the village was to give himself and his company a fighting chance. He needed prepping time but he didn't knew it will be this soon. Another thing troubled him, the other enemy.....

"What about the trolls," asked Alex, "how did it look like."

It was the shaman who stepped up. It was a five feet seven tall female with blue hair and red pupil eyes.

"It had a distinct feature," Said the shaman," Its face that was riddle with metal slugs. It was thrice taller than me and had a crown of three red horns on its head."

"It lived," thought Alex. He knew who it was. It was the troll in the cave that he emptied a round of seven slugs at. Apparently, it didn't kill him. He had learned that trolls had regenerative power but such regeneration, being shot in the face seven times, that also at vital parts and surviving was a great feat.

"Bring the refugees inside the village walls,"

Said Alex,"Separate the goblettes and the whelps from the wardogs, who will be thrown to the dungeon."

"Dungeon," cried several wardogs," we won't go to no dungeons."

"It is for the time being," Said Alex," A sign of faith. Food will be delivered at your cells. Pig meats."

The wardogs became silent at the mention of food. Alex nodded to Kara and Crom, who along with twenty wardogs round up the wardogs and led them to the dungeon, which was below the village.

"The leaders of the village," Said Alex,"come with me. We have things to discuss."

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