《I Am A Demon Lord, Get Me Out Of Here》Chapter 3: Burn the green stuff
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20 to 30 Goblins are rushing me right now, and I have no time to react. I swing at them with my sword and slash 3 of them to bit, but the other swarm me and circle me.
["O fatum flammarum perdere inimicis!"]
5 more goblins go out in flames.
4 other goblin grab me by my limbs and try to tear me apart.
It hurts like shit.
["AAGH!!"]
[Goblin C:" GYEHEHE, GET IM BOYS!"]
I kick Goblin C in the face, breaking his nose, spilling blood all over my shoe. Goblin C flitches and hides behind the mass of goblins.
The goblin holding my right arm also flinches, and I manage to pull my arm free. The goblin who had my right arm gets to taste my elbow, which I plat into its mouth, punching out its teeth.
Still holding *Externish* in my Hand, I slash across the face of Goblin C and stab the goblin holding my left arm. Covered in goblin-blood, I manage to pull myself free from the other two goblins holding my legs before I feel a sharp pain in my stomach, A goblin from the masses plunged its dagger into my belly.
["HNGGG!! FUCK!"]
I cut off the goblins arm before pulling out the dagger and throwing it at the mass of goblins before me, killing one, which I hit in the eye. Three goblins try to slash at me simultaneously, but I parry them with *Externish*, breaking the daggers in two. Afterward, I proceed to swing right through their stomach, cutting the three goblins in two. The goblin, whose teeth I punched out, gets up again. I stand over him and plunge my sword right in its back, killing it instantly. The wall of goblins is starting to thin out, so I start chanting my magic again:
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["O fatum flammarum perdere inimicis!"]
Four goblins scream in agony while burning to death. Great, just four more goblins to go. I swing *Exernish* at the goblin, whose nose I broke and chop off his upper half. Blood gushes all over the remaining goblins, blinding them. I use this opportunity to take them out with a clean sword hit to the neck, decapitating them all in one go.
I enter further into the goblin nest. The stench gets more and more extreme the deeper I go. After two minutes of walking, I come across an Old muscular man who is missing an arm. His white cotton shirt is ripped, and he seems to be in terrible condition. Really thin from a lack of food. The goblins don't seem to treat their prisoner well...
I drag the old man outside, through the dirt and sun, to the village entrance. When Auru sees the old man and me, tears begin to pour from her beautiful golden eyes.
[Auru: "F- Father, I thought I'd never see you again!"]
["He's unconscious right now, we need to give him some rest right now."]
[Auru: "Th- Thank You, Mr. Igni Sir. I don't know how I can ever repay you.]
["Well, first of all, I haven't been here for quite some time, so I could use a guide. How about you travel with me when your father wakes up?"]
[Auru: "It would be my honor."]
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