Chapter 249 Reign of the Evil Goblins

Jake's words carried the weight of experience, his gaze firm as he spoke. He admired Hermit's resilience, "Hermit's proven himself to be one brave little guy, leading us this far. He's risking it all for his fellow slaves. That takes guts, and we owe it to him to trust his judgment."

He turned to Larry, his expression serious.

 "I get it, Larry. Your heart's in the right place, but rushing in swords swinging won't help anyone. We need to think this through and plan our approach. We can't afford to let our emotions get the better of us. Don't let his sacrifice go to waste."

"Listen up, everyone," Max butted into the discussion. 

"We don't have the luxury of time here. Waiting for the goblin to recover might take days, and who knows what could happen to him in the meantime. We need to decide, and act fast."

He glanced towards the goblin farm, his eyes reflecting a hint of concern.

 "Hermit's a tough one, no doubt about it. But we can't bank on him alone to save his kin. We need to trust that he'll pull through with his plans, but we can't afford to sit on our butts in the meantime."

Max turned to Larry, "Your plan to attack the breeding farm was a good idea. We've got the skills, the firepower. We could hit them hard and fast, catching them off guard. It's risky, sure, but sometimes you've gotta roll the dice."

He looked around at his companions, "We need to make a decision, and we need to make it now. So what's it gonna be? We go in or we wait?"

Suzuka's voice was calm and composed as she addressed Larry, her words carrying a hint of warning and a touch of cold calculation.

"Larry, listen to me," Suzuka began, her tone steady and measured.

 "I understand your concern, but rushing in now would only make things worse. Hermit knew what he was getting into when he volunteered for this mission. He's tough, tougher than he looks. He can take it."

She paused for a moment, her gaze locking with Larry's, "If you go charging in there, things will get ugly. You'll only put goblin slaves in danger, and you'll ruin Hermit's plan in the process. Trust me, you don't want to do that."

"Hermit's plan is our best shot at saving as many of those goblin slaves as we can," Suzuka continued, "We need to have faith in him, in his sacrifice. We can't afford to throw it away. He's endured so much already, and if you go charging in there, it will be for nothing. Trust me, you'll regret it later."

Larry's voice was firm and resolute as he asserted his authority over the situation. His eyes narrowed with determination as he addressed Suzuka and the rest of the team.

"I appreciate your concerns, but I'm the leader here. We're sticking to my plan, and that's final."

"Helen, Jake, and Max, you'll lead the charge at the front gate, create a diversion, and draw the attention of the goblin guards. Keep them occupied while Mia and I sneak into the camp from the side. I declare our mission failed and our priority now is to extract Hermit at any cost."

He glanced at Mia, nodding to indicate their shared understanding of the plan.

"Mia and I will locate Hermit and extract him from the camp. Our priority is rescuing him safely."

"And remember," Larry added, his voice stern, "we're here to rescue the goblin slaves, not to start a bloodbath. Try to avoid unnecessary casualties if they attack us."

Jake and Max nodded in agreement with Larry's plan, they respected Larry's leadership and were ready to follow his orders without question.

"We're with you, Larry. Let's get Hermit out of there and put an end to this madness." Jake said, his voice filled with conviction. 

Max clenched his fists, his eyes focused.

 "We've trained for this. We'll make sure those goblins won't see another day."

Mia gave a silent nod, her gaze steady and unwavering. She was ready to support Larry in any way necessary.

Suzuka, however, crossed her arms, a frown marring her features. She glanced at Larry with a mixture of frustration and skepticism but ultimately nodded in reluctant agreement. She knew there was no changing his mind once he'd made a decision.

"Fine, Larry," she muttered, her tone calm.

 "I will try to hold back as much as possible. But do not forget, I warned you. This will not end well."

While Larry and his team argued over their course of action, Hermit endured agonizing torment at the hands of the goblin guards. With each brutal lash of the whip, his cries grew louder, echoing through the forest. The guards showed no mercy, enjoying Hermit's suffering as they continued their cruel punishment.

As Hermit dangled helplessly, he could feel the blood trickling down his back from the deep lacerations inflicted by the guards' whips. Every movement sent waves of agony shooting through his body.

As the guards continued their brutal assault, Hermit's mind grew foggy with agony. He felt as though he were being torn apart, his flesh ripped to shreds by the vicious lashes. Each moment felt like an eternity, the pain was relentless and unending. Hermit's screams grew weaker with each lash, his body broken from the relentless assault.

With cruel grins plastered across their faces, the guards targeted Hermit's exposed buttcheeks, aiming to intensify his agony. With a sadistic gleam in their eyes, the guards gripped their whipping branches tightly, their muscles tensing as they prepared to strike. Then, with a savage force, they brought their makeshift weapons crashing down upon Hermit's tender butt flesh.

The impact was deafening, the sound echoing through the air like a thunderclap. The force of the blow was so powerful that their torturing tools snapped in half upon contact, leaving Hermit's already lashed body reeling in excruciating pain.

"WREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Hermit convulsed uncontrollably, his tortured cries filling the air as he writhed in agony. The intense pain was too much to bear, his entire body trembling with each agonized shudder.

In his suffering, Hermit's eyes bulged grotesquely from his crushed face, dangling precariously on his cheeks like grotesque ornaments. A filthy stream of shit erupted from his violated butt, a disgusting display of the cruelty he endured.

The guards, overcome with sadistic glee, erupted into hysterical laughter at the sight before them. Their mocking voices filled the air, mingling with Hermit's pained cries in a twisted sound of suffering.

"Why... hurt... me so?" Hermit's voice cracked with anguish as he uttered the words, his breaths ragged and shallow. The pain that engulfed him was unbearable, searing through every fiber of his being like a raging inferno.

"I's just a poor... goblin, ain't I? Ain't... worth... nothin' to nobody," he whimpered, tears streaming down his cheeks, mixing with the dirt and grime that caked his face. The realization of his insignificance weighed heavily upon him, crushing his spirit beneath its oppressive weight.

"Why... ye gotta... hurt me like this? What... did... I's ever do... to ye?" His words were tinged with desperation, a plea for mercy falling upon deaf ears. The guards showed no remorse, their cruel laughter echoing in his ears like a haunting melody of torment.

"I'm just... wantin' to help... me kinfolk, that's all. Just wantin' to make things right," he muttered, his voice growing weaker with each passing moment. The noble intention driving him to endure such suffering now seemed like a distant dream, fading into the darkness.

"But it ain't no use, is it? I'm just a worthless goblin, after all. Ain't nobody gonna come savin' me," he lamented, his words tinged with bitter resignation. The hope that had flickered within him was extinguished, replaced by an overwhelming sense of despair.

Hermit's vision grew hazy, the world around him fading into darkness. With a final, pitiful whimper, Hermit's body went limp, his consciousness slipping away as he dangled helplessly tied to a wooden log. At that moment, he was nothing more than a broken, lifeless carcass, a broken shell of his former self, his spirit crushed under the weight of his torment.

With their crude whipping branches snapped and Hermit left unconscious, the goblin guards exchanged triumphant glances, their twisted grins stretching from ear to ear. They appreciated the sight of their broken victim, enjoying the job well done.

The first goblin guard snickered, "Look at that sorry excuse for a goblin. He shit himself too soon! Couldn't even handle a few lashes without passing out! Pathetic. These little vermin think they can defy us, but they always end up on the ground begging for mercy. But hey, it just means more fun for us. Let's see how long it takes for him to come to his senses. I'm itching for another round."

The second guard cackled, "Did you see the way he crumpled like a sack of shit? I swear, these slaves get weaker every day. Look at 'im, hanging there like a pathetic sack of shit. Enjoy your nap while ya can, trash. 'Cause when you wake up, it's gonna be a world of hurt."

With a final, mocking taunt thrown Hermit's way, the guards turned and marched back toward the entrance of the breeding farm, their cruel laughter echoing through the camp. 

"I'll enjoy hearing him beg for mercy. Nothing like the sweet sound of a goblin groveling at our feet. Oh, this is gonna be fun. I love it when they squirm."

Left behind, Hermit remained unconscious, his broken body dangling and tied to a pole.

With the evil guards gone, three goblin slaves cautiously emerged from their hiding spot behind a nearby tent. Their scrawny bodies trembled with fear as they approached Hermit's limp form tied to the torturing pole. Despite their own injured and bruised appearance, they wasted no time in rushing to his aid.

 "Oh, oh, oh! Is he dead? Is he dead?"

 "I-I don't know! He looks dead, doesn't he? Oh, what do we do?"

"Stop panicking, you two! We have to help him! Look, he's still breathing, I think. Quick, untie him!"

Their hands shook as they untied the ropes binding Hermit to the pole, their movements clumsy and painful. It was clear that they had suffered greatly under the cruel reign of the evil goblins, their bodies bearing the wounds of their torment.