Pulling back his bow Bob fired yet another arrow at a goblin that was trying to ambush a small human child. The child screamed as she was covered in the goblins brain. All around Bob children tossed spears or used sling to shot rocks at the goblins who were desperately trying to get away. Bob watched a 10 year old boy hack at a downed goblin with a small hand axe.

  As none of the humans had there main class yet them killing even one goblin would unlock at least a normal class. If any of the youngsters managed to kill 10 then they might even get a rare class. Watching the children hold down a goblin and one of them smashing its hands and legs Bob wondered why they were taking time to torture a goblin when there were plenty more running away.

  In the distance children riding sheep and a few goats appeared and pulling out slings and small bows and began to shoot at the fleeing goblins. Bob was impressed to go from being being trained to farm or as a maid to being able to shot from a moving animal in a few months was impressive.

  Of course most of the mounted children were from the freeholders and had been given some training with bows.

  A rare few were expert shots and they showed this as goblin after goblin fell dead with a arrow to the eye anywhere near such experts. A few of the children were mounted on ponies. They had lances and were busy running over as many goblins as they could.

  Bob noticed the children on the ponies all had bits of armour over them. They were obviously the rich merchants children who wanted their children to gain the squire class. Bob pulled out his bow and shot a goblin who looked like he was going to throw a stone at one of the mounted children. Now was not the time to take chances.

  The goblins were quickly slaughtered and Bob headed to check on how the children were doing. He found them standing over a couple of tied up goblins discussing the most horrible way to kill them.

  “Lets cut off their balls and stuff them down their throats”

  “They will bleed out too quickly lets tie them up and throw them onto a anthill”

  “Where are you going to find a anthill?”

  “Well then lets get some rats and a bowl I heard if you heat the bowl ”

  “That is metal idiot”

  “I have a pot for making tea whose the idiot now” one of the tied up goblins fainted in terror and the other wet himself.

  “Your all horrible” a girl riding a pony came over “Your all horrible how could you think of doing that too the poor goblins I have candy and will share a bag if I can keep the goblins”

  A youngster with a axe dripping with blood spoke up “You just want to sell them as slaves. They are worth a lot more than a couple of bags of candy. Anyway I caught them so I get to decide what to do with them. My sister needs achievements to gain the healer class. I will cut the goblins and she can sew them up that way I gain experience and she gets her achievements. I bet we can keep them alive after cutting off all their fingers and toes. They might be alive to see my knife cut out their eye balls.”

  Seeing the merchant on the pony about to argue with the boy with the bloody axe Bob spoke up

  “Normally a goblin slave would be worth something especially as no more humans are being taken captive. But think about it your here to kill goblins and a lot escaped.

  How many will make it back to their friends and how many will be captured and sold. The market will be glutted for at least a month. Do you have the patience to keep a goblin captive for a month? Plus you will be able to buy a goblin which has not soiled itself for half a bag of candy for the next month or so. ”

  Bob looked at the young man with the axe covered in blood “Your a good brother what is your name?”

  “Eric son of Eric sir”

  “Well Eric son of Eric you can choose where you want to be placed in the next attack. Also anyone who is dead you can have first pick of their weapons and armour.”

  Bob tossed Eric Son of Eric a bag. “Silver because while I am generous I am not that generous buy your sister as many goblin slaves as you can with the 10 silver in the bag. Get yourself something as well.” Bob looked around at the children. “Listen up this is it you can take your normal class or you can see about getting a rare class. Stop wasting time and get ready to march when the next orders come in or you will be sorry.”

  The kids quickly gathered the few arrows they could and got ready. A knight rushed over Bob recognised him as Allen a paladin squire. Allan rode his horse to the point he almost hit Bob and began speaking

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  “The elves they had another group on the ground they were going to ambush you. Luckily a girl had a bee nest and dropped it into their camp. The elves all ran off a cliff and died. But there might be more units out there.” Bob paled as he thought about the information he had just been given

  “Not another word in front of the children. Move over where they can not hear you.” Bob grabbed the horses head and pulled him and the rider away from the children. Bob got close to Allen and whispered

  “Were all the elves killed by one girl?”

  “Yes there must have been a dozen of them all legendary warriors killed by one un-classed little girl” Bob nodded “Do not mention the girls name. ”

  “I do not know it”

  Bob nodded and looked at Eric Son of Eric “Eric its time I went and had a talk with Goodgoblin lets talk over there.” Bob rushed over picked up Eric Son of Eric up with one hand and rushed to one side. He leaned in and whispered

  “I want you to go to your father and tell him to get whoever just killed those elves to safety. I will give you a purse when it is time for her to get her first class tell your father make sure they are brought to someone who can cast a zero level exemption ceremony on her. ”

  Looking around Bob chuckled “Well its a nice day to die. Allen you take Eric to see his father and let everyone know his father is our new general. Kids line up and switch units I want random units if anyone knows anyone in their unit I will have your ass whipped.”

  Bob looked at the kids and at the few minders they had “Get everyone into units of ten. No one is to know anyone else in their unit I will be offering a silver to anyone who knows someone in their new group and that person will be whipped. Eric move it get on Allen horse I will get things organised here. Ok all units of archers are to move up here I want slinger's in one group”

  Bob grabbed a archer and pulled a kid who was torturing a goblin and spoke to the archer “Do you know him?”

  “No sir” Bob looked at the kid who had been torturing the goblin “Do you know his name?”

  “It is Gerry sir he lives two huts away from mine” Gerry called out “Do not tell him that Paul he will not put us in the same unit”

  Bob pulled out a gold coin and put it up in the air to show it was gold before tossing it to Paul. He then grabbed Gerry and bit off one of his fingers with his teeth.

  Bob spat out Gerry's finger and spoke up “I am not joking you will not know the people you are in a group with well. Someone use healing potion on Gerry finger stub so he does not die of blood loss then we are going to have a whipping so you know I am serious.”

  Bob chuckled “Remember folks if one person knows the the other person name they get a gold coin the liar gets a whipping and if you have any enemies they can also let me know about your friends and you both will be whipped. It is a gold coin would your own father not sell you out for one? ”

  After getting all the children into new groups Bob had them head back while he went to talk to Goodgoblin. Bob simply grabbed a goblin that had been tied up and sent him with a note and a bag of gold to Goodgoblin.

  Bob then waited on a small hill for Goodgoblin to appear. Goodgoblin appeared almost at once he was pale from running and he had not brought all of the troops allowed in the note. Goodgoblin fell to the ground and began to puke before getting up and calling out

  “You killed thousands of goblins for a bag of silver why are you sending me gold with the offer of more for a truce? You are wining and soon enough Barney will arrive. When that happens every goblin for miles will be slaughtered with easy. Why are you offering me gold when in a week you could simply have Barney ride over my forces?”

  Bob grinned “Your wrong about that bag of silver I killed around five thousand goblins for a bag of copper coins.

  I am offering you this deal because I have to. You do not need to know why but if you do not take it I will bring all my troops back and march them over the corpses of every Goblin for miles.

  This is not a situation where I will care about my life of the lives of my troops. I will actually want you to kill most of my troops if you can. Dead men tell no tales. And when the fighting is over and everyone is dead I will have my necromancers raise all the dead and sent them out to kill.

  All that will be left will be the ghosts of the dead screaming out for release that will never come. ”

  Bob looked at the goblins all of whom except Goodgoblin had taken a step backwards “Think about it Goodgoblin. This matter is serious enough that whatever mercy I have will be forgotten. I will have my peace treaty or I will try my lands and yours into a wasteland. There is no middle ground not now.”

  Bob headed back leaving the stunned goblin looking at each other with fear in their eyes. That was Bob the destroyer and he looked furious. Someone was in for a bad time.

  Bob took a stamina potion and headed off he soon met a group of horses. Looking at the paladins and the one horse rider who did not look comfortable Bob sighed. “Since it was Eric Son Of Eric I sent off I take it you are Eric? I guess you have no riding skills”

  “Yes my lord is wise. I am Eric grandson of Eric.”

  Bob blinked “Ok can I call you something else?” “In my youth I was known as Eric the Black due to my black tempers. You can call me Black my lord. My sword is at your service.”

  Bob nodded “Ok listen up we need to get ready because if the goblins do not agree to my terms I am calling back all our troops and we are turning all of this area into a wasteland even if it kills us all. Black over there knows someone who has to be protected so he will choose everyone who knows who that person is and will stick them on the front lines. There will be no mercy and no survivors from this attack. There is only us and the enemy and we all fight until the enemy or us are dead.”

  Eric the Black spoke out “My lord we are with you. But why are we doing this?”

  Bob eyes flashed “I am a hard target to kill and I also I might have bodyguards with me. Which means any unit sent to ambush me must have enough professional warriors to defeat me three to four times over.

  A group of assassins strong enough to ambush me have to be high level. That amount of high level assassins being killed by someone with out a class means they gain more experience than I did for killing the dragon.”

  Bob seemed to be emitting darkness as he continued. “I only have a mystic sub class. It will never go over 20 even if I was to slaughter a dragon a day for the rest of my life. But someone with a mystic level class as their main class. They could go further than I ever will.” the very air seemed to turn heavy as Bob looked off at the distance.

  “If there is someone out there with the chanced to get a better class then mine then they are the future. They are already trying to kill me a more powerful me. Well they will pull out all the stops.

  That girl who has the chance to be stronger than me is our future. Lets kill everyone who would threaten our future. Of course if we live that would be nice as well.”