Chapter 312 Smell of Deceit

As they moved through the dense forest, Hermit's thoughts raced. The idea of a hatchery filled him with hope and joy. He could already envision a safe place where goblin eggs would hatch and new life would flourish, away from the cruelty of the breeding farms. He envisioned the tiny adorable faces of the hatchlings looking at him for his guidance.

Back at the camp, the goblins, inspired by Hermit's speech, sprang into action. They gathered materials and began constructing the hatchery and pen. Despite their usual clumsiness, their hearts were in their work, driven by the hope of a brighter future for their kin. They worked tirelessly, lifting heavy stones and securing sturdy wooden beams.

Meanwhile, Suzuka's group approached the first breeding farm before the cover of the night. In his disguise, Hermit led the way in fear, his heart pounding with anxiety. 

It was the breeding farm where Timbo had come from, a place that still haunted his memories. With the farm in sight, the team took their positions with military precision. Max, the sharp-eyed sharpshooter, climbed to a vantage point on a small cliff face. From there, he had a clear view of the entire farm, his bow ready to rain arrows with deadly accuracy.

Mia, Jake, Larry, and Olivia positioned themselves by the tree line at the forest's opening edge, close enough to the breeding farm to spring into action at Suzuka's signal. They crouched among the underbrush, weapons at the ready, eyes trained on the gates.

Suzuka and Hermit, expertly disguised, approached the gates through the tall grass, their movements slow and deliberate. Timbo, with a mix of fear and anxiety, led the way. His heart pounded in his chest, but he steeled himself, knowing that freedom for his fellow goblins depended on this mission.

As they neared the gates, Timbo took a deep breath and began to plead for passage.

 "Please! Hear me out, great masters! We bring a valuable slave as a gift," he called out, his voice trembling slightly.

 "We seek entry to pay tribute to the master of the farm."

The goblin guards, brutish and suspicious, eyed the trio warily. Suzuka, in her guise as a downtrodden slave, played her part to perfection. She kept her head low, her body language exuding fear and submission, while Hermit stood tall and imposing, mimicking the demeanor of an evil guard.

One of the larger goblin guards stepped forward, his eyes narrowing as he scrutinized them. "Ah! Shitty Timbo is back! Where are your buddies? Did you get the information, hmmm?!" he growled, his voice rough and gravelly. 

"I am all that's left. Others... gone."

Timbo, swallowing his fear and sorrow, pointed to Suzuka.

 "But I bring survivors. A slave and your fellow goblin guard. Found them wandering in the forest. The slave is strong, even though she appears weak now. She will make a fine addition to the master's collection."

The guard grunted, seemingly convinced but still cautious.

 "You shitty Timbo! We sent you to find out what happened with the mountain! Not look for survivors! But fine, get in! Any tricks, and you'll all pay dearly." He barked orders to open the gates, and they were allowed to enter.

Max, from his high perch, kept a close eye on the proceedings. His fingers itched on the bowstring, ready to let loose a flurry of arrows at a moment's notice. Mia, Jake, Larry, and Olivia tensed, ready to storm the farm if things went south.

Inside, the farm was a grim sight. Rows of cages and pens held goblins in various states of misery. The stench of fear and despair hung heavy in the air. Hermit's heart ached for the suffering of his kin, but he maintained his act, focusing on the mission at hand. He marched ahead, leading Suzuka and Timbo deeper into the farm. As they walked in, evil goblin eyes followed them, filled with a mix of curiosity and suspicion. 

But as Suzuka and Hermit walked through the gates, which slammed shut behind them, they were met by the imposing figure of the goblin master of the farm himself and his elite guards. Their faces were etched with tension, their eyes darting around nervously. The air was thick with fear and suspicion. Everyone seemed on edge, nervous, and frightened.

The master goblin, a hulking figure of pure menace, stomped toward Timbo with rage etched across his face. Without warning, he grabbed Timbo by the neck, hoisting him into the air with a single powerful arm.

 "You pathetic, shitty slave!" he roared, his voice echoing through the camp. 

"You were told to gather information, not bring trash to my farm! You were told not to return until you knew what happened there! So unless you know, I suggest you start talking or you'll regret ever hatching from your filthy egg! Now talk, slave! Tell me what happened there! What did you find?!"

Timbo's mind shut down in the face of such fury. He stammered, his words a jumbled mess of fear and confusion.

 "I... I don't know anything. I just returned with survivors. I don't know what happened to the mountain. Please, mercy... forgive me..."

The master goblin’s rage only intensified. He began to pummel Timbo with his fist. Timbo tried to protect his already beaten face, but with the first punch, his feeble arm broke like a twig, hanging limply at his side. He squealed in pain, but the second punch shut his mouth instantly, smashing into his face with brutal force. The third punch shattered his other arm as he desperately tried to shield himself.

Meanwhile, the elite guards and a dozen evil goblin guards surrounded Suzuka and Hermit. They were agitated and suspicious, too focused on uncovering the truth behind the mountain's destruction to be charmed by Suzuka's beauty and her lustful body. Their usual lust for females was replaced by fear and anxiety.

One of the guards stepped forward, taking a closer look at Suzuka and Hermit. He sniffed the air deeply, then recoiled, shouting, "This damn goblin smells too nice! Too small to be one of us! I smell deceit! Something is wrong here! This shitty runt looks more like a goblin slave than one of us! And the slave he brought is too clean! Not hurt at all! This is a trick! They are not who they claim to be!"

Hermit turned as white as a sheet of paper, realizing their cover was blown. Suzuka, not fully understanding the goblin’s words, could see from their reactions that their plan had failed, and she needed to improvise quickly.

The master goblin, now even more enraged, slammed Timbo to the ground with such force that he bounced. He raised his foot to stomp on Timbo’s head, but suddenly, his own head exploded like a grape, splattering his brains all over the ground. The goblins stood frozen, their primitive minds unable to comprehend what had just happened.

 It was Suzuka. She had used her magic to kill the master goblin, sowing confusion among the ranks. In those few precious moments, Suzuka locked onto all the goblin guards surrounding them. With a swift motion of her hands, she crushed them like tomatoes underfoot, their bodies crumpling under her magical power. The courtyard was filled with the sound of bones snapping and the sickening squelch of bodies being flattened. The goblin guards were reduced to piles of broken limbs and lifeless bodies, their blood pooling on the ground.

Chaos erupted as the remaining goblins panicked. Hermit, snapping out of his terror, realized the dire situation. He quickly grabbed Timbo, who was barely conscious, and dove head first into closes goblin slave tent for cover. He knew their plan had failed and that Suzuka would unleash hell upon the breeding farm.

Suzuka stood in the middle of the breeding farm, surrounded by other evil goblins. With a swipe of her hand, she sent a shockwave through the farm, knocking down structures and scattering goblins like leaves in the wind. The evil goblins, already panicked, were now in complete disarray. Some tried to fight back, but they were no match for Suzuka's overwhelming power. She moved like a force of nature, every step causing the ground to tremble and every gesture sending goblins flying. And those who were lucky enough to come close got cleaved by her sword.

 As Suzuka tore through the goblin ranks with ruthless efficiency, Hermit seized the chaotic moment. He scuttled around the slaves' tents with the agility and speed of a creature who had lived his entire life in the shadows.

His eyes darted from side to side, scanning for any movement. He moved as fast as he could, his small frame weaving through the chaos, expertly dodging fallen debris and panicked goblins. He gathered the slaves, huddling them into small, trembling groups.

 "This way! Stay close!" he urged, his voice a mixture of urgency and compassion.

Tiny hatchlings, their eyes wide with fear, clung to their caretakers or stumbled in the dirt. Hermit swooped down, scooping them up with care and love, cradling them protectively against his chest. He dashed to the next tent, his breath coming in ragged gasps, never pausing despite the heavy burden in his arms. His heart ached at the sight of the tiny creatures, their fragile bodies trembling with terror.

"Over here! Quickly!" he called out to the slaves, his voice strained but resolute. He pointed them toward safer spots he had scouted earlier, nooks and crannies where they could hide and wait out the carnage. His mind raced, calculating the safest routes, constantly adapting to the shifting chaos around him.

In one tent, he found a group of hatchlings huddled together, their eyes filled with tears. With a gentle touch, he reassured them, lifting each one carefully but in haste. 

"It’s okay, little ones. I’ve got you," he whispered, his voice soothing despite the turmoil. He darted out, guiding them to safety, then immediately turned back to rescue more.

 He didn’t allow himself a moment's rest, driven by the thought that every second could mean the difference between life and death for the slaves. He gathered them, consoled them, and led them to safety, his fear dwarfed by his longing to save as many as possible.

As he navigated through the camp, the sound of Suzuka’s onslaught rang in his ears, a constant reminder of the danger they faced. The ground shook with the force of her attacks, but Hermit remained focused, his resolve unwavering. Each slave he rescued, each hatchling he cradled, kept him going.

Sweat drenched his form, and his limbs ached, but Hermit pushed on. The sight of the terrified, grateful faces of the slaves he rescued spurred him forward. Each life saved was a victory.