《Necromancer's Pursuit》 Prologue - 0 In his second period class. Scot was spinning his pen between his fingers while watching Professor Krilman lecture another student about how important the Nortenburg battle was and its significance in history. Of course, he wasn''t paying attention at all. Scot was daydreaming about how amazing it would be if the classical game Skyrom just paid more attention to the magic of necromancer. How he would lead a horde of skeletal minions towards Whitrun and absolutely destroy all of the guards, some of which had sent him to jail due to petty thievery. "Can you believe it!" He thought, "I had clearly remembered to put a basket over the guards head! But he still got me!" He would strip those bastards nude and throw all their bodies right outside the inn for all the peasants to gawk at. Grinning menacingly, he excitedly twirled his pen faster and faster until it flew out of his hand and hit Professor Krilman''s nose. Plok* The Professor twirled his head and his eyes locked on to the area surrounding Scot. At first he stared blankly, unable to comprehend what bullshitery caused this incident to occur. However, he then began giggling like a naughty child. Krilman had already found his troublemaker. "Get out of my class this instant Mr. Brown" "But I didn''t mean to! It was just an accident! I was ju-" "OUT!" The surrounding students burst out into laughter and sneered at how futile Scot''s efforts to explain were. Jason, one of the students snickered, "He should be a juggler for a circus since he likes spinning things in his fingers so much!" Scot walked out of the classroom with his head down, his chubby cheeks burning with shame. This was why he hated history, all of his friends didn''t have the same period and Professor Krilman''s personality differed too much from his own. While he did respect the Professor for his dedication to teaching history, he always felt that history was completely useless for any scenario except showing off his knowledge. Standing in the hallway, he wanted to cry but fought it back with the thought that he would just get laughed at more if he did. Scot''s self shaming was interrupted by a blue screen but he waved it away thinking it was a mere illusion from his emotional state. He never was a person with high willpower. In fact, Scot believed that he was a coward who only reacted with adrenaline. When he was an elementary schooler, 8 or 9 years old, he partook in a game of tag. Despite his weak, scrawny body being unable to keep up with the other children, he was amazing at it. He climbed up trees, playgrounds, even the neighbor¡¯s house in order to avoid the tagger. His prowess left him conceited, taunting any and every opponent to catch him while sitting on areas unreachable to the average child.The author''s tale has been misappropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon. Nevertheless, all good things must come to an end. While throwing acorns he found off of the sidewalk at Nick, one of his good friends to this day, he stood up and got over excited when Nick cowered to find cover. He lost his balance and lost consciousness. ¡°Scot wake up!¡± ¡°Is he okay?¡± ¡°Help! Help! Someone please!¡± When he came to, he was lying on a bed gasping for air while feeling a horrendous pain from his legs and arm. He couldn¡¯t move, his lips were parched and his throat was dry. He cracked open his eyes and found himself in a white room typically found in a hospital. He heard his mother¡¯s voice and tried to listen in. ¡°Ms. Brown, rest assured, your child is alright. He has only suffered a fracture in the leg and is not in any life threatening situation.¡± ¡°Thank God doctor. Thank God. Is there any other problem with him?¡± The doctor replied while chuckling, ¡°Well, I can¡¯t understand how a child could fall from a three story roof and come out with merely a bone fracture. Well, unless he slowed his fall with the building that is.¡± What confused Scot the most was that he didn¡¯t use the building to slow his fall. Instead, all he did was black out. Shaking himself from his thoughts, Scot looked towards the hallway clock in hopes of the period almost ending. It hasn''t even been five minutes yet! He sighed. This school was an old one, built in the 1800¡¯s but still in use. It was expanded to fit the growing number of students but it still felt crowded. Not that the school was small, in fact it was huge, students would have to memorize the paths to each class. Lost freshmen were a common sight due to the large building but it wasn¡¯t like those in control cared. The only thing they implemented that actually helped the students were the cheap clocks sparsely placed throughout the school. Something in his peripheral vision drew his attention, a small green impish child stood at the end of the hallway looking at him with curiosity and also. . . hatred, it was holding onto a dagger which looked almost looked like a sword for itself. Such a comical combination almost made him laugh if not for the fact that this being was too ugly and green to be human. Suddenly, a scream startled him and broke him out of his trance. He ran, ran for his life, from that horrendous creature. Disregarding his belongings which were still sitting in the classroom, he sped down the hallway and down the stairs until he met another one of those things. This time, the thing was looking away from himself, it was on top of another student who had her neck broken at a 180 degree angle, her face covered in messy black hair. He began walking back while facing the monster, only to trip on another step. The monster turned back, startled not by Scot¡¯s recent undoing but by a scream, his scream. Scot screamed like the day he was born, as if he was experiencing every single one of his fears at once. Fuck. Chapter - 1 Lucky Dog Scot slowly opened his eyes, wiping the layer of solidified pus over them. His head felt as if it were going to explode, there was a constant throbbing to it. After regaining his clarity, what he saw both astounded and horrified him. What the fuck is going on. He muttered under his breath. He stood up, body still aching. He was alright but what happened to the monster? Why wasn¡¯t he dead? The ugly childlike green creature or ¡°Goblin¡± so he would call it for their similarity to the goblins within games, laid still. Its eyes were bulging out while its neck had a bright red tint to it which pointed towards the cause of death. There was also a suspicious looking book on top of the goblin but he paid it no attention, he had to first figure out what was going on. Scot nervously looked over towards the girl that had her neck twisted and nearly threw up. Her body was covered in a viscous white fluid. Hope you get a better end the next life if there is one He looked away. So first, that girl is dead. Alright. Secondly, goblins now exist, hope necromancers are a thing now. Third, I killed that goblin. Where¡¯s mah loot? His eyes brightened in both anticipation and joy. Ignoring the question of ¡°How did the goblin die?¡± Scot walked over to the leatherback book on top of the goblin. He picked it up and opened it. An ethereal otherworldly voice spoke to him.
Learn Lesser Shockbolt?
Slightly damages enemy Stuns enemy 5 second cooldown Costs 2 mana Gives plus 2 WIS
Scot was happy that he could now learn magic but disappointed as it wasn¡¯t necromancy like he had hoped for. However, this proved that necromancy should exist if there are now other magic spells from RPGs. He replied ¡°Yes¡± A surge of information implanted itself into his mind. Scot lifted his arm and aimed his finger towards the already cold body of the goblin he killed. He felt power coursing through his body which concentrated at the tip of his finger. The now fully charged spell shot towards the goblin¡¯s carcass pzzt* crackle*. ¡°AH!¡± Scot hurriedly climbed up the staircase after seeing the goblin¡¯s body jolt It wasn¡¯t dead yet!. However, he then realized it was just a reflex response from the nerves and heaved a sigh of relief. Oh shit, I could use this to stun goblins and then kill them! He thought. The only evidence that the spell he used was actually real and not a delusion was the slightly charred mark on the carcass. The scent of burnt meat covered the fishy smell which had lingered around. Wait, if this world now has goblins from rpgs, does it have a status screen too? ¡°Status¡±
Scot Brown Health: 14 (1/min) Mana: 28 (2/min)
Age: 16 CON: 7 INT: 14
DEX: 11 WIS: 12
Skills (Active) : Lesser Shockbolt STR: 8
Skills (Passive) : Frenzy
What''s Frenzy?
Frenzy
After user experiances what they percieve as a "Life Threatening Situation" the user will lose consciousness and their body will attempt self preservation instinctively.
While I expected this, I didn¡¯t think I was this much of a coward. Well, at least i¡¯m somewhat smart, time to go down the mage route! Well that passive skill explains a lot about why I always blacked out and ended up beating everyone up. bzzt* Students! This is your vice principal speaking, I advise everyone to stay inside their classrooms and blockade their doors. For students in the hallways, go to the closest classroom you see. I repeat, please stay inside class and blockade the doors, do not panic. I¡¯ve already contacted the police and they should be arriving soon so do- . . . what th-¡± The announcement was abruptly cut off, Scot thought that some goblin probably got to the vice principal. The school has three floors and I saw a lone goblin on the third floor so I should visit there first. Scot gave one last look at the crime scene before shuffling away with newfound confidence. Standing beside a door leading to the third floor, he breathed in and out in order to calm himself. You got this he thought. Then, he rushed out only to see a goblin dragging the body of Jason, the classmate who had mocked him this morning. Jason was dead, no kidding, his eyes were gouged out and he was already gutted. The scene in the hallway was almost like it came out of a cheap horror film with too much blood and guts everywhere. Corpses were nowhere to be seen except for Sir dead Jason. The goblin is probably going to eat him Scot thought to himself. Wait a second¡­ How many goblins does it take to take care of an entire classroom or ¡­ the entire floor of students? After some quick math, Scot had a strange expression on his face. The goblins were obviously armed from how they gutted Jason but most importantly, a single human could kill many goblins. The goblins were like ugly malnourished children with weapons, barely posing a threat to an adult human being. Putting aside his thoughts, Scot used his lesser shock bolt on the goblin. Without putting up any fight at all, it just fell and face planted on the cold hard floor. Scot walked over and picked up the dagger which was conveniently on the goblins right hand and stabbed it in the chest, twice for good measure. He almost pitied the creature at how weak it was, if not for what he had seen before. Scot shivered, he wasn¡¯t going to get any sleep after this day was over. This time, the goblin didn¡¯t drop anything at all. Scot cursed at it for being stingy but he then realized that he was probably lucky to get a skillbook. Dagger in hand, he left the bodies and continued walking down the hallway and peered into the closest classroom. He cringed at the sight of twenty students huddled against the wall with the teacher hiding amongst them. Only five male students were left to fight against a goblin wielding a club which looked like it was on steroids, one of which was strikingly handsome and gave orders to the others.This book was originally published on Royal Road. Check it out there for the real experience. Ah shit, that looks like Lucas, the dude from debate. Another five were dead, it was like Christmas but without the green. One had their head blown off, two were badly mutilated, and the other three died from too much bashing. Scot soon decided it was a better idea to simply walk away rather than to throw himself into this hopeless cause. After walking no more than five steps, suddenly, four goblins down the hallway had seen him and were rapidly running towards him Oh fuck me sweet baby jesus. One was armed with a dagger while the rest held clubs. Their short scrawny legs only gave him so much time to think. The cooldown for the shockbolt is too long so I guess it''s the goblin on steroids! He bolted into the classroom and slammed the door shut, blocking out any of the goblins from interfering. The twenty students and teacher huddled at the back of the classroom stared at him in disbelief while the five combatants were too distracted to care. Scot hurriedly cast his shockbolt at the steroid goblin, stunning it. Another combatant took this opportunity to bash a chair against the goliath, breaking the chair in the process. Ignoring the attackers, le giant goblin turned its head and glared at Scot. He felt as if his world was ending, dropping his dagger at the same time. Scot came up with a plan while dashing away from the steroid goblin. ¡°Hey Lucas! Grab the sharp foot of the chair and stab the eye of the damned thing or something!¡± Lucas replied, shocked ¡°Dude, that thing is huge, aren¡¯t you sending me to die by telling me to do that?¡± The goblin sent his club crashing down onto Scot but he dodged it in the nick of time, rolling under a desk. ¡°It¡¯s okay! I can stun it for a second or two! Distract it for me first!¡± He shouted back. ¡°Fuck! Fine! I¡¯ll do it!¡± Lucas exasperatingly exclaimed One buff looking dude with a nice body flung a chair at the goblin in order to get its attention. It looked over, sending its glare piercing at the buff dude who was sweating all over the place. Scot sent a bolt of electricity flying towards the goblin, stopping it from further attacking him. Then, Lucas used this opportunity to stab through the right eye of the goblin, penetrating into its brain. The goblin twitched it¡¯s veiny body for a few seconds but soon laid still. The goblin dropped two skill books and an iron spear, immediately causing Scot to celebrate in his mind. Mine! He tried to grab both skillbooks but one was snatched by the handsome boy along with the iron spear. Fight me you handsome asshole! Scot thought. He quickly opened his skillbook before anyone else tried to take it away.
Learn Summon Lesser Skeletal Minion?
Summons a lesser skeletal minion under the control of the user 8 WIS upkeep One minute activation time Gives 1 WIS and 2 INT Strength of the skeleton summoned is based on amount of mana used (EX: 20 mana = 10 CON, 10 STR, 10 DEX)
¡°YES! YES! YES!¡± Scot yelled as if his life were on the line, gaining strange looks from the surrounding students. After the information was imprinted into his mind, he immediately waved, inputting the rest of his mana as fuel. His hands and focused on activating the spell. The other students had already calmed down but waited for Scot to finish doing his voodoo. They spoke with each other while watching in amusement at Scot¡¯s actions. ¡°What is he doing?¡± ¡°Looks like he¡¯s casting a spell.¡± ¡°But it¡¯s so different from the flashy spell from before!¡± ¡°True. It could also be a di-¡± Suddenly, a large rift opened in the middle of the classroom and a skeleton with white bones and a blue flame within its eye sockets walked out of the rift. Scot grinned maniacally at the thought of these skeletons wielding swords while rushing through crowds of helpless goblins. Sadly, the skeletal minion came unarmed. The surrounding bystanders at this point were frightened at the sight of a walking skeleton coming from who knows where. ¡°Wh...wh.. What is that thing!?¡± Asked the teacher ¡°Don¡¯t worry! This is Bob, Bob is a nice skeleton right Bob?¡± The skeleton bobbed its head up and down as if displaying its friendliness but the appearance did not look very convincing. The only sound it produced was the clacking from its jaws, keeping a constant grin at all times. Scot made it do some tricks such as doing backflips and such while testing its punching strength. To his delight it was as flexible as an acrobat can be and also packed quite a punch. ¡°Well, we should first introduce ourselves.¡± The handsome boy intervened, attempting to calm the audience. ¡°Of course, I¡¯m Scot, and. . . I am a WIZARD . . . BEHOLD!¡± Scot threw a shockbolt at the ceiling which caused everyone to gaze in awe, or so he hoped. The handsome boy Lucas stepped up, ¡°I¡¯m Lucas from the debate team, I just got an ability that lets me triple the damage of an attack with a piercing weapon, these are my classmates¡± The other four combatants introduced themselves, the one with a buff physique was Josh, the skinny but surprisingly skillful one was Jake, the one with dirty brown hair and cool blue eyes was Jayesh, and finally, the fat one who makes one want to smile was Jack. The desks and chairs were all strewn about in a messy fashion, completely unlike the ordered array it once was placed in. Scot inquired ¡°So . . . Lucas, what crazy shit happened in this classroom?¡± Lucas winced, ¡°The monster came in through the door and smacked our classmates to death. It also seems like this is happening throughout the entire school from the announcement.¡± Realization dawned upon some of the members in the audience. Some students already knew that this was occuring throughout the entire school building but the rest were too afraid during the fight to think about anything other than not dying. Another student stammered out ¡°What about our families? Are th-¡± Lucas threw a glare at the student to keep his mouth shut but it was too late, the damage had been done. The rest of the students devolved into a fit of hysterical crying and sobbing ¡°I want my mommy!¡± ¡°I wanna go home!¡± Scot looked at them with a guilty face, he had planned to abandon them after all. He also began tearing up after the adrenaline wore off, both in disgust at himself and worry for his family you fucking moron, they are also human beings, they have families too. You tried to leave them just because you were scared, goddammit Scot are you even a human being!? ¡°Alright, let it all out but we need to get ready to face other goblins too. Also, I think the world has changed into an rpg from that blue screen we saw. Think or say status, try it.¡± said Lucas ¡°What blue screen?¡± asked Scot, confused ¡°Everyone got a blue screen telling us that a system was going to take over. You didn¡¯t get one?¡± Asked Lucas with an inquisitive gaze. ¡°Oh shit, now that I think about it, I think I got one but ignored it.¡± replied Scot The rest of the students along with the teacher opened up their status and had bewildered looks on their faces. After recovering his dagger, Scot asked with a sly appearance, ¡°Hey Lucas, do you know how to use that spear?¡± ¡°Nope, but i''m sure we could all trust a human wielding a weapon instead of another monster after all that happened.¡± Lucas shot back. Damn. Disappointed by his failure to gain some extra benefits, Scot sighed and responded, ¡°So what¡¯s the plan? I¡¯m pretty sure there''s four goblins waiting outside the door.¡± Lucas gave an annoyed look to Scot but decided that it was better to keep the matter at rest to deal with what was important. He spoke with a righteous tone, ¡°So we all know that the goblins drop loot and the world is now an rpg right? So first we should kill the goblins outside the classroom and help the other students. Thereby, we will group up and eliminate every enemy we find easily.¡± ¡°But what about the loot distribution?¡± Asked Jack, his man boobs jiggled along with his belly as he spoke. Disregarding the comical scene, Lucas replied ¡°It will be based on merit.¡± Scot and some other students including Jack didn¡¯t look convinced but went with it. Now that these guys are safe, I should go alone since it will be much more efficient that way. Lucas gave orders for every male student to grab a weapon. This led to a strange scene of fourteen boys wielding classroom items ranging from chairs to pencils. The dude with a pencil got strange looks from the other kids. Readying his shockbolt, Scot stood alert at the back of the group. His skeletal minion stood at the front wielding a dagger while Lucas stood right behind it with Josh, the buff dude. Lucas began to countdown, ¡°Ready?¡± ¡°3¡± ¡°2¡± ¡°1¡± Scot¡¯s skeleton threw the door open. Chapter - 2 Wood you like some wood? The first goblin that the bunch encountered was stabbed in the stomach by Bob and then thrown onto the floor, left to die in agony. Another goblin screeched at the skeletal menace due to a primal fear while Lucas used the opportunity to thrust at this club wielding goblin with his spear but the attack only left a graze across its right arm. The goblin dropped its club and screeched while jumping onto Lucas, nearly biting his throat off but was blocked by Lucas¡¯ left arm. ¡°Fuck!¡± Lucas grunted, the goblin¡¯s jaws sank deeply into his arm, almost reaching the bone but it was stunned by Scot¡¯s timely shockbolt. Lucas threw the goblin off and reached for his fallen spear while some other students kept the goblin at bay. Josh held the goblin down while another student smothered it with a desk, crushing its jaw in the process. The strangest thing during this ordeal was how the goblin died. The student wielding a pencil actually managed to stab it through the goblin¡¯s eye and into its brain before it managed to struggle free. Pop* Horrified by his first kill, the pencil wielding student left his pencil sticking into the goblin¡¯s skull and fell down, crawling back. Scot also noticed that seven other students were simply waiting by the classroom door. They were trembling and obviously frightened out of their wits Cowards. Not that i¡¯m any better though. The goblin furthest away from the door had already begun to run from this group of bloodthirsty students while crying for help. Scot mentally ordered Bob to take it down, the skeletal minion obeyed and quickly eliminated the creature by severing the cervical vertebrae after tackling it. The last goblin was still alive, barely. The group of students with greedy eyes had beaten it so badly so that it was just a pile of twitching gore. Organs and entrails laid everywhere with the smell of shit, piss, and death hovering around. One green tinted liver was slowly sliding down the wall while leaking a green fluid. Scot felt sick to his stomach. He had already seen this type of scene twice beforehand so he didn¡¯t throw up immediately but there was still a gag reflex, however plenty other students did let out their breakfast. The only thing that the four goblins dropped was a handful of copper coins, all of which were given to Lucas for safekeeping til rewards were given out. Scot, on the other hand mentally commanded Bob to loot the copper coins found on the goblin by its side when nobody was watching.
You gained 4 copper coins
Your balance is 4 World Currency
Scot was amazed, so my skeleton¡¯s can loot for me too? Neat. But what are these coins used for? Where be the shops? Where be Darvo? Lucas began distributing rewards with a system based on merit, handing over two copper coins to Scot, one to Josh, one to the pencil wielder, and the rest to other highest contributors. Such a scene only cemented his agenda to leave the group and farm the goblins by himself. As the one with the most contribution, Scot was rewarded but a mere two copper coins, the same amount as Lucas himself. Holding a grudge deep in his heart, Scot merely gave the coins back to Lucas, motioning him to keep it and walked away without saying anything. He realized that while this distribution setup may have looked fair, his contribution was the highest but no benefits were gained from that. Adding onto the fact that he could gain much more by himself, Lucas decided to simply leave these two coins for the rest of the group so they would have a better chance. While the other students were excited at their victory and the prospect of gaining even more items, some who saw Scot hand the coins back panicked. Was he going to abandon them? He was the one with the most strength in this group, without him, fighting the goblins would be significantly more difficult. ¡°Arrogant prick¡± commented Jake. Lucas sighed, ¡°It¡¯s alright, we don¡¯t actually need him since the goblins aren¡¯t that strong. Since he thinks that we are too weak for him, he can leave and maybe earn more somewhere else.¡± Scot¡¯s eyes opened wide for a moment in disbelief, My god! I just wanted to leave these coins to you guys! Where¡¯d you get the idea that I was going to leave!? Well, I did plan to do so beforehand... Taking a deep breath, Scot retorted logically ¡°You gave me two copper coins while some other contributors who didn¡¯t do as much got one copper coin. However, I probably did the most work by stunning the goblin which saved you, Lucas. In fact, you said that this was merit based but it doesn¡¯t really seem like it. Also, no, i¡¯m not going to leave.¡± This caused some of the students to nod their heads, the pencil wielding one looked like a feeding chicken, swinging his head up and down dramatically. Lucas replied, ¡°Are you implying that you want more copper coins?¡±A case of content theft: this narrative is not rightfully on Amazon; if you spot it, report the violation. ¡°No bu-¡± ¡°I¡¯m disappointed in you Scot, I thought you were better than that. Do you even care about our classmates? Our teachers? This school? You would take away these copper coins from your classmate just to slightly boost your chances of survival? Sigh*¡± Lucas went on and continued to berate Scot. Unable to cut in and retort, Scot grew increasingly frustrated at each and every word that came out of Lucas¡¯ mouth. In a fit of rage, he cursed and stormed away, heading towards his history class. Bob glared at Lucas for a moment, causing him to flinch back but chased up to his master without doing anything. Fucking prick. Scot had already passed two hallway intersections before stumbling into an unlucky goblin. It screeched and ran towards him, dagger ready to stab. Throwing a shockbolt at it, the goblin fell forward and skidded across the floor with its momentum before coming to a stop by Bob¡¯s feet. Bob¡¯s emotionless blue eyes stared at this silly creature before slitting its throat after an order by its master. It dropped a single copper coin, bringing Scot¡¯s balance to five world currency. Along the way, two club wielding goblins were eliminated by a combination of Scot¡¯s shockbolt and a quick execution by Bob. Somehow, the coins that Scot picked up were not absorbed immediately, causing him to think of possible solutions. How do I loot?
System: Checking if user is authorized to know such information . . . Boop* User is authorized. If the user wishes to loot, you have to either will it or say ¡°Loot item¡±
¡°Wait a second. . . how do I gain higher authorization then?¡±
System: Checking if user is authorized to know such information . . . Boop* User is authorized. To gain higher authorization, you must complete tasks given out by the system which gives World Points.
In anticipation, Scot asked, ¡°How do I get a task from the system?¡±
System: Checking if user is authorized to know such information . . . Boop* User is unauthorized.
¡°What the flying f***, stupid baiting system. What¡¯s the point of knowing how to get higher authorization if I¡¯m not allowed to know how to do it?¡± Ticked off by the uselessness of the system, Scot continued to walk alongside Bob until he discovered that the door to his classroom was wide open. Peering inside, nothing was there. Only blood and signs of a fight remained. Confused, Scot thought about the possibilities of what happened. Did a boss monster kill everyone? Perhaps they already escaped? While leaving Bob to guard the entrance, he took his backpack and smartphone, dumping out all of the notebooks and textbooks. He grabbed whatever snacks and water bottles he could find, shoving them all into his backpack. Discovering a pack of playing cards in another backpack, he grabbed it, I need this, definitely. He found five packs of cheetos which were likely bought from the vending machines in the cafeteria. Along with some packed lunch which included fried rice from an asian girl and two sandwiches. Lastly, he took four bottles of water, and two sodas. Only after scouring clean the entire room did he finally leave, with a new load on his back of course. Looking at Bob¡¯s back, Scot felt safe and secure. Bob would have looked like a soldier standing at attention if not for the fact that Scot was able to see through his ribs. He probably was a soldier in his past life judging from his demeanor. Scot asked, ¡°Hey Bob did you see anything?¡± to which Bob responded by shaking its head side to side. ¡°So Nick should have English on the third floor during second period so I should go there to meet up with him first. Jessica and Chen should be having Algebra right now on the first floor, it¡¯s too far away from here so I¡¯ll go there later.¡± Scot thought aloud. He proceeded to walk with Bob to the direction of the English room. He hanged out with Nick there a few times so he remembered how to get there but the marks of blood and missing bodies unnerved him. Scot¡¯s peaceful walk was abruptly interrupted by a group of seven goblins holding daggers and clubs, one was holding onto a bow and had already drawn it at him. They screeched with a bunch of unintelligible phrases while Scot ordered Bob to move in front of him; blocking the clear shot the bow goblin had. Bob¡¯s eerie blue flames flared and it walked forward to distract the other goblins. They were about to start clubbing and stabbing the scary undead but suddenly the bow goblin spoke ¡°COPTURE! FUUD! HOOMAN!¡±. The orders weren¡¯t clear at all but it was enough for the goblins to understand. They completely ignored Bob and started running towards Scot, waving their weapons with their short arms. This isn¡¯t part of the fucking plan! Scot muttered as he ran for his life. Bob tried to turn back and save his master but his head was knocked off by an arrow to the back of the head. Bob¡¯s head flew off and his blue flaming eyes dimmed. ¡°NOOOO, BOB!¡± Scot screamed, he felt his connection to Bob waver and weaken. The bow goblin on the other hand did a little dance and waved its arms around while saying ¡°I! KILL! SCARY!¡±. Scot wasn¡¯t very worried for his own safety as the goblins had much shorter legs and weren¡¯t as fast as humans. His eyes red, he turned back one last time to give the bow goblin a shockbolt to the face but what he saw wasn¡¯t what he expected. A nice, coarse light brown surface, it has a gallant curve at the front. The quality is top notch, with 100% agarwood as the material. The smell? It taunts your nose with the smell of nature and freshness. What do you think? Buy now and get one free! ¡°OOF¡±, he blacked out.