《The Goblin Nation》52 Flashbang
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The sky darkened as hundreds of arrows rained from the sky. The troll pulled out a round shield and raised it over his head. The arrows struck the shield, but none of them could penetrate its sturdy surface.
"Light your arrows!" Smoke yelled. The archers hovered their arrows on the torches until it caught on fire. Then they quickly shot it at the troll.
The fire rained down on the troll. Its shield blocked most of the attacks, but soon the volley of fire consumed it, forcing the troll to get the shield off of it. But instead of leaving it on the snow, the troll decided it would be best to throw it at the goblins shooting at him. He launched the burning shield at the wall, shattering the shield and the part of the wall it crashed in to. Sharp debris flew towards the goblins standing near the impact. One of them had a large chunk of the debris lodge in her shoulder. Another one lost his eyesight after metal fragments penetrated his eye sockets. And many of them suffered injuries.
Most of the goblins lost their composure after witnessing their comrades get decimated by just one attack. Noticing the guards' low morale, Sun yelled out to them, "It's not over yet. Keep shooting! We can win this!" Sun picked up a bow and shot a burning arrow directly at the troll's thigh. The troll paused its advance and looked at the arrow that hit him.
The goblins followed the Chief's attack, and soon another wave of arrows rained on the troll. The troll got on the ground and rolled on the snow. Large white clouds rose from the ground. The light from the burning arrows dissipated. Once the clouds settle, the troll stood up with arrows sticking out of its clothes. Then it ran to the wall once more, getting closer by each step. The goblins tried to shoot the troll, but their bows were too large to adjust.
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"Me can't aim!" Spat told Smoke. The bows the goblins were using was a smaller variant of a longbow. Despite its size, goblins still found it hard to move compared to their little composite bows. However, the troll was getting so close to the wall that it could leap on top of it.
"Throw away the bows. We don't need them."
"What we use?"
"Get the spears ready!" Smoke led his followers towards the broken section of the wall in anticipation of the troll attacking that side. The troll leaped on the wall. While it was in the air, it noticed a large ditch below with sharp wooden spikes protruding from the ground. Once it got on the wall, goblins with wooden spears on their hands lined up in front of the troll. "Stab it now!"
The goblins thrust their spear at the troll's hands, then pulled their spears back. The troll tightened its grip and pulled itself up. The goblins' legs began to shake uncontrollably, and one of them soiled their pants. "Get yourselves together! You," Smoke pointed at the goblin that peed themselves. "Take the injured out of here." The ran towards the blind goblin and guided him off the wall.
"Me help." One of the goblins far from the action said.
"No, you have to stay in your position. We still have that one to worry about." Sun pointed at the second troll standing at the edge of the forest.
"But,"
"No worries, I got this!" A large goblin appeared behind the goblin. He turned around and saw Rock holding a large spear over his shoulder. Rock ran to the line and joined them.
"Again!" Smoke yelled. The goblins thrust their spears on the troll's chest and shoulders. And with Rock's help, the force of the impact was strong enough to push the troll. "One more time! Charge!" Rock charged forward, striking the troll's head while the rest attacked the hands. The troll lost its grip and fell to the earth, followed by a loud sound coming from the trench. The goblins could not help but jump and cheer, but Rock knew this was no victory. He looked at the sharp end of his spear and saw no bloodstains on it.
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Suddenly, a spear flew past Rock and landed next to Smoke. "Oh shit!" Smoke cried out.
Sun looked down at the trench and saw the troll throw countless sticks towards the wall. "Everyone aim!" Sun shouted. The goblins surrounding him aimed at the troll. "Fire!" They released their arrows and watched it fly towards their target. Unfortunately, none of them hit.
The troll continued to throw the spikes. Smoke, Rock, and the goblins with them retreated from the raining spears.
"Chief! Other troll coming!" Someone yelled out.
The second troll made its move, running across the field. It raised its ax over its shoulder then hurled it towards the wall. The ax smashed through the wall, creating a giant wall on top of the first troll. Sun told the goblins to shoot the second goblins before running down the stairs to talk to Smoke. "Smoke, we need to start the fire now!"
"Way ahead of you, bro." Smoke led his followers, carrying large barrels to the hole. They poured the tar-like substance on the opening. Then Smoke's followers formed a defensive line around the hole.
"Rock, go tell Stick to prepare for the second phase of the plan," Sun said.
"Got it!"
"And tell everyone you meet to evacuate the town!"
Rock ran to the town square as fast as he could. On the way, he saw Smoke's followers pouring the black tar along the path. The goblins watched from the safety of their home as they pour this strange liquid. "What are you all staring for? You have to get out of here now!" Rock yelled at the distracted bystanders.
"But family safe inside."
"Did you already forget how easy it was for a troll to destroy one of our homes! Get out of here already!"
The goblins freaked out from Rock's roaring voice. They stormed out their homes one by one, running away from the wall. Rock looked out and saw the action happening behind him. He wanted to join but he needed to warn Stick of the upcoming attack.
Meanwhile, Sun ran back up the wall. The troll running towards them had a shield blocking the arrows shot at it. "Where is it going?" The troll continued to run until it reached the gate. It leaped over the moat and clung itself on the gate door's wooden frame. "Shit! Everyone get down now!"
The goblins around Sun ran down and formed two lines surrounding the wall. The front line had wooden shields and spears pointing at the entrance, and behind them was a row of archers aiming at the entrance. The troll began to break through the doors with its bare fist. The goblins that remained on top continued firing volleys of arrows at the trolls. None of their arrows penetrated the troll's thick coats.
The troll finally broke through the gate while its companion finally climbed out of the moat. The troll hesitated at first when it encountered a wall of fire blocking its entrance. But it ran through without getting a scratch. Both trolls got through the wall.
"Fuck." Sun and Smoke said.
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