Monarch of Darkness, Arsene

Chapter 230: Hobgoblin

Laying back upon Silvia's thigh, I smiled, looking up at her annoyed expression. Chuckling, I poked her cheek as she flicked my finger away, "Stop it, Sene, everyone is looking." She whispered in a hushed voice, her cheeks stained crimson as she glanced around.

Rolling my eyes, I ignored her words as my hands suddenly reached over my head, caressing her soft waist, "Ignore them; I don't even know their names." I said with a smile as she blushed.

Glaring at me, my eyes suddenly went wide as I saw a large fireball appear out of thin air heading for my face at a breath-taking speed. Twisting my body out the way, I glared at Silvia, who seemed to have gained back her confidence.

"Are you crazy?" I yelled as many began laughing.

"Hmph, you are just bored. Why not go out with the others to kill something or find some luck opportunities?." She said, covering her mouth smirking at me with a victorious gleam.

"It's been about a week since we left, and neither they nor I have fought anything of relevance," I said, sitting in the lotus position. I had originally wanted to cultivate, but I decided against it. I tend to dive too deep in when cultivating qi, and I could not trust those around me.

Honestly, the only reason I had not gone outside was due to Silvia and that Tome that seem to originate from Helheim. There was something strange regarding that tome. It was strangely unreadable. While I could understand any language, this tome did not hold any words or symbols. It was simply empty, yet the more I stared, the more information would enter my soul.

"Come now, Arsene, I need to train as well." Silvia moaned in annoyance, summoning a mountain of books from the Sprial Relic I gifted her, "Look, they gave me so many things to learn, and it's been weeks since I read anything of relevance. "

"An I cannot look at any of it yet." I begrudgingly said, feeling the sharp pair of eyes upon my skull from Gandmeir at the head of the carriage. "

"YOu are not a member yet, Mr. Snow." He indifferently said in his deep voice to my annoyance, "Learn some patience."

"Come on. I have a wyvern. Can't I just take that to the Vanir Clan? Six months is far too long!" I quickly asked as he ruthlessly shook his head,

"No, the point of this is for you to make friends with those around you." He said with a warm smile gazing off in the distance at the few dozen men and women talking amusingly to each other. "Stop sulking and make connections. You never know when they could help."

Roald was not the only one to join the Vanirs; it seems that many had left their village or city to come to Hallr. Wich was actually a major hub for the Vanir's to collect new members.

"At this paste, it will take half a year to arrive," I said in annoyance as Silvia laughed to my side.

"It would have been even shorter if we had a World King. Depending on who it was, it would take about two months, maybe less. This was why Lord Torgeir was with me."

Clitting my tongue in annoyance, my eyes suddenly turned sharp as I arose along with Grandmeir. Sending me a deep look, I nodded, "Silvia, you are with me; we are under attack. About three hundred creatures are heading in our direction.

Sending me a particular glance, Grandmeir raised his hand into the air sending a massive blast of crimson light into the skies of Midgard. Watching as the brightly light skies were showered with crimson, I figured it would signify we were under attack and to head to our location to all those that had wished to explore.

Drawing dragonsbane that seem to come alive, I sent a deep look around at the snowy forest with a cold glint. There were about five carriages holding about a dozen or so men and women—all of them around the realm of Earth or Spirit.

"Ready your weapons!!!" Grandmeir yelled in a deep tone as the few hundred of us drew our weapons. Apprehension could be seen as I turned to Silvia, who was overflowing with a vibrant flame of excitement. Studying the flames within her eyes, my smile deepen.

"Frimor, Solvan, and Arsene, you are the three captains, take a team of twenty-five and hold the line. Everyone else is with me." Grandmeir yelled as a massive ax flashed within his arm along with light armor. A savage light could be seen within his gaze as he released a deep breath of air from his lungs.

"Silvia, you pick who is with me." I coldly said. I would have picked, but I honestly had not bothered to learn any of their names even if the numbers were in the three hundred. I alone was enough.

Remaining silent as the strange targets began to get closer, my mind began pondering over our battle tactic. This was obviously a planned attack. Grandmeir is a strict man with many years of battle under his belt. The scars around his arms and face prove that he would not have us randomly make the team in such a rushed manner. To just cast many out who have never been in such a position would be strange; this was a test.

Sending the man in question a perplexed expression, I could see a faint smirk hidden benight the shade of his expression as he turned to me. Faintly sneering, I turned to Silvia, surrounded by a squad of...

"Why did you pick the worse? All of them are around my cultivation and lower!" I yelled as many shot me a disdainful glare.

"Screw you, Arsene, what right do you have Too..."

Flashing my body, I kicked the little Gate of Man in the face blasting him through a few towering trees. Watching as his body fell limp after a while, I shot the twenty-four a cold look, "This is a dictatorship. If you cannot follow my command, then fuck off to another team."

Shotting me a fearful glance, many began to step away, running to either the other captains or Grandmeir. Many of which were rather happy to leave due to my cold behavior."

"One Kilometer," I muttered as I stared at Silvia, looking at me in annoyance. After my little stunt, only ten men remained, including me, Silvia and Roald. It was not the greatest lineup, but as I said. I alone am enough.

"Silvia, you are in the back, rain hell down, Roald, and you, whatever your name is, are to protect Silvia."

"It's Arn," the man with short black hair bitterly said with a hint of regret.

Rolling my eyes, I nodded, "whatever, the rest of you are to protect Arn and Roald. We will be in the middle of everything. Remember, friendly fire is a real thing. Watch your ass!"

Suddenly a deep rumble began to echo through the forest as deprave growls and rattling began to thunder through our ears. With the sent of shit, piss, and sex filling the air, I scrunched my brow in disgust as these strange entities around the same size of dwarves drew closer.

Observing their small stature, murky green skin, and bold scalp, my mind flickered as a name popped into my mind.

"Goblins," I said in an excited tone.

"Aye, but look at the leader that's a hobgoblin,"