Twenty kilometers away from Arthur's territory, the Goblin Monster Town was abuzz with activity. The goblins, under the orders of Khali, the formidable City Lord of the Dark City, were preparing for war against Arthur's territory. Khali's plan involved forming an alliance with four large monster gathering areas, leveraging their collective strength to launch a coordinated attack.
The goblins, fueled by a mix of excitement and trepidation, were busy gathering supplies, sharpening their crude weapons. As they readied for battle, the powerful monster groups seemed to bolster their confidence, and they eagerly anticipated the coming conflict. Little did they know, the fate of Arthur's territory and the surrounding lands hung precariously in the balance.
The vice commander of the Goblin Monster Town spoke with a mix of fear and concern, "This human lord is not to be underestimated. Commander Kazu, one of our strongest warriors, was defeated and killed by him. It's unsettling to think that this lord arrived in this world just four days ago and has already achieved such remarkable strength."
The vice commander's words carried weight among the goblin leaders, and they exchanged worried glances. The fact that Arthur had proven himself capable of taking down one of their most powerful commanders in such a short span sent a ripple of fear through their ranks.
Then the vice commander's voice dripped with malice as he addressed the gathering, his tone laced with an evil laughter that sent shivers down the spines of his listeners.
"We have no reason to fear, for Lord Khali has assured us that the human lord suffered significant losses during his encounter with Commander Kazu. The human's forces were decimated, and he himself was left wounded."
The vice commander's words were met with a chorus of snarls and growls, as the monsters' innate bloodlust was stirred by the prospect of an easy victory. Their faces twisted with cruel intent, their eyes gleaming with an unholy light, as they reveled in the promise of carnage and destruction that lay ahead.
This reaction was only natural, given the fundamental nature of monsters. They are a species driven by an insatiable hunger for violence and plunder, with their very existence defined by the pursuit of bloodshed and domination. Even the most intelligent and cunning among them, the higher-ranked monsters, are not exempt from this primal urge. Their intelligence merely serves to refine their brutal tactics and strategies, making them more efficient and deadly opponents.
The slaughter and killing that define their existence are not merely acts of necessity, but rather an intrinsic part of their being, woven into the very fabric of their nature. This intrinsic bloodlust is a defining characteristic that separates them from humanity, rendering any semblance of peaceful coexistence an unattainable ideal. The chasm between humans and monsters is thus not merely a product of circumstance, but rather a fundamental divide rooted in the very essence of their being.
With a commanding tone, Vice Commander Kaldor issued the orders, "As per Lord Khali's instructions, I command you to mobilize our forces and align with the four large monster gathering areas within the 20 km radius. Bring their leaders here, and ensure they are prepared to march with us. We will launch a coordinated attack on the human lord's territory in two days' time."
The captains of the town nodded in unison, their faces set with determination as they dispersed to carry out the vice commander's orders. The wheels were set in motion, and the fate of Arthur's territory hung precariously in the balance. The stage was set for a massive confrontation, with the outcome far from certain.
As Vice Commander Kaldor busied himself with preparations for the impending battle, a stark contrast unfolded in the vicinity of Arthur's territory. The Silver Units, comprising the Silver Steel, Silver Blade, Silver Eagle, and Silver Starlight units, led by the capable commanders Dock, Knuckle, Olivia, and Ava, respectively, embarked on a campaign of ruthless efficiency. With calculated precision, they systematically targeted and annihilated various monster gathering areas, effortlessly dispatching mini, small, average, and medium-sized monsters with each passing moment.
The Silver Units' prowess was a testament to their exceptional training and cohesion, as they swept through the landscape like a finely honed machine, leaving a trail of destruction in their wake. Their movements were fluid, their strikes decisive, and their tactics flawless, demonstrating a mastery of combat that was both awe-inspiring and terrifying to behold.
As Knuckle stood over the lifeless body of the medium monster gathering area's leader, his sword still lodged in the creature's chest, he couldn't help but feel a sense of monotony wash over him. "This is too easy," he remarked, his voice laced with a hint of frustration. "Why can't we find any large monster gathering areas?" He glanced around, his eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of a more formidable foe, his expression a mixture of boredom and anticipation. The ease with which they had dispatched the smaller monster groups had left him craving a challenge, a test of his skills and those of his unit.
The sight of Knuckle's frustration was too amusing for Dock, Olivia, and Ava to resist, and they burst into laughter. "Knuckle, just be patient," Dock said, chuckling. "We're only clearing out the monsters within a 20 km radius. As we venture deeper, we'll encounter more powerful enemies. I'm sure you'll get your chance to show off your skills soon enough."
Olivia nodded in agreement, a smile still playing on her lips. "But we can't go any deeper than 20 km, that's the lord's order. We need to wait for further instructions before we can proceed." Her words were a gentle reminder to Knuckle, and she delivered them with a teasing glint in her eye, as if to say, "Patience, Knuckle, patience." Ava chimed in, her laughter still echoing, "Yeah, let's just enjoy the easy wins for now."
Knuckle's face reddened with embarrassment as his companions continued to tease him. "Shut up, I know," he muttered, trying to salvage what was left of his dignity. He didn't bother to finish his sentence, instead choosing to redirect his attention to the task at hand. "Alright, let's get to work," he barked to the soldiers under his command. "Collect the corpses and the treasure chest. We don't want to leave anything behind."
With a wave of his hand, the soldiers sprang into action, efficiently gathering the spoils of battle. Knuckle watched them work, his expression still slightly sheepish, but his composure slowly returning as he focused on the task at hand.
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