And that takes care of their numbers. Now the only thing left to do is to take care of the horde surrounding the Goblin King, Alan said as he looked at the aftermath of his projection spell, his gaze sweeping over the hundreds of goblins he had killed.
"Fire Affinity, Quick Step," Alan murmured as a spark of fire ignited beneath his feet, propelling him toward the Goblin King. His gaze flicked to his right hand, his grip tightening around the hilt of his sword as he swiftly closed the distance. Stopping several meters away, he planted his feet firmly on the ground. This should be the perfect distance, he thought.
Alan raised his left hand, his fingers were spread apart and his form was steady, he took in a long breath, and as he left it, his left hand got enveloped in a crimson aura of mana. Fire Affinity “Inferno," Alan spoke in a neutral tone.
And as the words left Alans’ mouth a red magic crest with golden arcane symbols appeared just beneath the feet of the hobgoblins surrounding the Goblin King. The hobgoblins and the Goblin King looked down at the crest. Sensing the danger, the Goblin King stepped two steps back. The goblins who stood at the spell’s epicenter were the fastest to react; they pushed other goblins to move outside the crest’s range, and a few ran in Alan's direction.
"Formless Caster," Alan mumbled, as he raised his sword and pointed it towards the horde. A circle. I need a horizontal inferno that kills all of them, Alan thought to himself, imagining a wide ring-shaped crest. And with that, the crest began to change, shifting into a ring shape.
"That's perfect," Alan said with a satisfied expression. And with his words, blazing fire roared outside from the crest. The fire quickly took the shape of a rotating fire tornado that burned each and every goblin that was caught in it.
The goblins who had charged towards Alan looked back towards the fire that killed their comrades. Screams filled the battlefield. Alan began to walk towards the Inferno spell. The goblins who had moved out of the spell turned to look back at Alan. Their eyes burned with fury, and their teeth grinding against each other as a growl left their mouths.
"Still wanna fight?" Alan mumbled. Instead of using any spell, Alan simply rushed towards the goblin. Instantly coming in between two of the goblins, before any of them could react, Alan cut the one who stood to his right through its core. The second one turned towards Alan and pulled back his sword to attack. But before he could do it, Alan delivered a roundhouse kick to his back, shattering the goblin’s spine completely. Alan looked towards the last goblin, pointing his left hand towards the other goblin's face, "Firebolt," Alan mumbled, bursting his head with one swift blow of condensed fire.
After killing the last hobgoblin, Alan's eyes turned towards the flaming Inferno. The King is alone now, Alan thought as he drew mana from within, enveloping himself in a condensed layer of magical energy to shield himself from the flames of his own Inferno spell.
Fire Affinity “Quick Step," he murmured, instantly closing the distance towards the Inferno spell and entering the circular arena his spell had created. As Alan passed through the flames, his vision finally returned, revealing the towering figure of the Goblin King before him. The creature loomed over him, its massive body nearly five times his size. Jagged yellow teeth lined its mouth, with oversized canines protruding even when its lips were shut.
Alan's gaze shifted to the Goblin King's armor. It was a patchwork of various metals, seemingly scavenged from the fallen warriors who had dared to stand against him.
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The Goblin King glared at Alan with his beady green eyes, his teeth grinding together in fury. Finally, he spoke, his voice a deep growll. "It's you… the sorcerer who slaughtered my soldiers!”
Alan kept his gaze on the Goblin King, his eyes shifting to the creature's weapon, a longsword that bore the marks of countless battles.
The Goblin King raised his sword, his mouth opening wide as he let out a deafening roar. "Say something, weakling!" he shouted, and in next moment he vanished from Alan's vision.
Alan's attention snapped to his right as a deafening whoosh tore through the air. He quickly brought his sword in front of the attack. The Goblin King's strike crashed against his blade, sending a shockwave through his body. Alan's grip tightened on his sword's handle as a drop of sweat ran down his face. He's as strong as an Orc Commander… no, he's stronger, Alan corrected himself.
"Weak human," the Goblin King snarled as a huge grin spread over his face. "You are just an insect that’s to be crushed!" he yelled, increasing the force on his sword.
If I move even one bit, his sword would slice me. Though, I think I could handle his strength, Alan thought to himself, as he used all of his strength to hold back the blade. Alan turned his gaze upward to look at the Goblin King's face, noticing the grin he had. Don’t tell me he is playing with me, Alan mentally added. And as Alan said those words in his mind, the Goblin King increased the force on his sword. The floor beneath Alan’s feet began to shatter due to the sheer pressure.
"What happened? Can’t fight back?" the Goblin King mocked Alan.
"Formless Caster…, Fire Bolt!" Alan yelled. Instead of releasing a spell from his sword, he used the firebolt-enveloped blade to surprise the King. And it worked, the Goblin King got distracted and decreased the force he was exerting on Alan, giving him a chance to escape.
"Quick Step!" Alan yelled, swiftly moving ten steps away from the Goblin King's sword. As he moved away, the Goblin King's sword came down with an earth-shattering BOOM, The impact formed a huge crater on the ground, sending huge chunks of rock flying through the air. One of the sharp rocks flew toward Alan's body, leaving a long scratch on his right thigh.
He surely can use one hell of a reinforcement magic, Alan said to himself as he took a long breath from his mouth and released it slowly, trying to catch his nerve. I don’t have a lot of mana left… Should I use my mana on him? he questioned himself while looking at the massive Goblin King, who fiercely stared back at him with beady eyes and a wide grin, enjoying the fight.
"Scared? You’re scared of me!" The Goblin King laughed at Alan.
Yeah, I am killing it, Alan mentally added as he glared back at the Goblin King with a determined look. "Fire Affinity, Quick Step," Alan muttered, quickly closing the gap between him and the Goblin King before attempting to cut him diagonally across his torso.
The Goblin King brought forward his sword, blocking the strike. Sparks flew as both blades clashed. Though Alan put all his strength behind his sword, his teeth clenched, jaw tightened, and every muscle in his body refused to move. "Dark Affinity, Authority of the King!" Alan yelled. The entire area inside the inferno spell became covered with a black magic crest, glowing with violet arcane symbols. In the next moment, the gravity within the area increased drastically, causing the land to collapse in on itself, breaking the Goblin King's balance.
Alan tilted his sword. The Goblin King’s sword struck the ground with a bang, but this time, the Goblin King fell to the ground as well.
Alan raised his left hand, pointing it at the Goblin King. "Fire—" he began to mumble, but before he could finish, the Goblin King let out a loud scream. The scream was so powerful that it disoriented Alan. Seizing the opportunity, the Goblin King punched him, sending him flying as if he were an insect.
The Goblin King stood up again, his beady green eyes narrowing with anger, and the huge red magic crystal in his chest glowed brightly. "I’ll kill you, insect," he growled, picking up his sword.
Yeah, I successfully pissed him off, Alan thought as he looked at the Goblin King, now enveloped in a red aura. Just how much mana is he putting into his reinforcement spell? Alan wondered, his eyes narrowing as a serious expression spread across his face.
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