《New World》Chapter 09- Storming the Goblin Stronghold- Part 3
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Author note: After reviewing the poll I posted in the previous chapters, I have decided on the daily updated with short chapters.... Rejoice Heathens (Gyahahaha)
[Arianne]
"This is ridiculous! You two are crazy!" I said raising my voice.
"This is a boss level , elite monster we're dealing with here. We can't use that method to fight him you know. Hell, we dont even know what level he is." I was practically screaming now
I had ruined the pretty and delicate image I had painted.
Alice just frowned at me but was giving me a sympathetic look.
"What? Why're you giving me that pitying look" I practically gave up at that point.
Alice giggled and pointed behind me.
It was David. He was readying his weapons and adjusting his equipment, completely oblivious to the conversation and simply whistled a merry tune.
I drooped my shoulders in deject while Alice laughed her ass off.
There's no escape .I realized
David looked over at me and said with a worried look"You can go back if you want, you know"
"Yes, except that you would be leaving us to our fates... Aah, how cruel you are!" Alice sniffed, eyes shining with tears.
"Whaa—?" I started, but the siblings continued further.
"Having a healer around would help with our situation" David added hopefully and loomed at me with hopeful eyes.
Somehow, I couldn't turn him down with the way he was looking at me.
Aaarrgh!! It's a psychological attack. It's super effective!.
"Alright" I sighed weakly, fighting the urge to pat his head.
David broke into smiles and Alice who had been pretending to cry, wiped away her fake tears and gave me a sly smile.
I've been set up!! I screamed mentally.
"Well, lets get this over with already." I sighed dejectedly as I waljed towards David.
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David crept towards the throne room which was now in their sights and stopped in front of a large set of crudely shaped doors.
"He's in here" , he whispered hoarsely hiding his nervousness. Alice and I nodded and took up our positions on either side of the doors. David took a few steps back and nocked his arrow.
The plan was simple. David would be our main fighting force. Alice and I would open the doors and David would release his Exploding Arrow skill against the goblin thereby immobilizing him while giving Alice the opening to rush him while I and David backed her up.
Alice nodded at me and showed us 3 fingers indicating a countdown. I acknowledged the signal nervously. Of course I was nervous. It was the first time I was going to face off with a boss level monster. I gulped audibly.
David took a deep breath and started his skill. The countdown was over and we threw the door open.
"SURPRISE MOTHAFUCKAA!!!" David shouted and released the arrow at the shadowy figure sitting on a crude throne.
Things went wrong almost immediately.
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