Survival Life as a Goblin Chapter 25 (Patreon)

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Attack! Attack!

Just what is coming towards the Koh Tribe?!

No one seems to be sure, but they don’t have much choice but to fight it, apparently!

Poor Gobbos…they can never catch a break, huh?

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-Day 326 ~ Nightfall-

The entire Koh Tribe was stationed along the wall. Every member that was capable with the Bow was armed and fully stocked with a quiver of arrows, both regular and enchanted. Those that weren’t capable were supporting the archers with firebombs and supplies.

“What’s going on?” Dale questioned the activity that had started up as the Adventurer Party had been sitting around their tents just chatting before bed.

Linette picked up on some of the words spoken, having more knowledge of Demic and able to understand the frantic and fast speech a bit better than her friends. “Something is coming…to attack?” The archer looked at her Party in worry and concern.

“You don’t think it’s that thing, do you?” Ryton clenched his fists at the thought of the strange abomination following them all this way.

“We’re not allowed to have our weapons while we’re staying here because of the Magical Agreements!” Tanya said, looking around at all of the Hobgoblins manning the top of the wall that surrounded the Koh Tribe’s home.

“You four!” Galluf moved quickly over to the tents the five of them had set up. “Something is coming, something hostile, the War Priestess has received a premonition! The Chieftain has allowed me to join the fight, as we both believe it may be the strange creature that attacked us before. You four need to stay back and take shelter in case things go bad.”

Ryton stood up with a shake of his head. “If they let us have our weapons back, then we can fight too!”

“Sit down, Mr. Dosk!” Galluf didn’t yell, but his voice was strong and practically forced compliance. “The Koh Tribe are defending their home. They will not allow those they don’t trust to have weapons at their backs.”

“Ryton, let’s just hunker down for now.” Dale motioned to his bandaged up leg. “We’re not in the best condition to fight anyway. We’d probably get in their way.” Left unsaid was that the Adventurer would rather not have another encounter with the strange thing that had already injured him before.

“We’ll stay safe and let the Hobgoblins take care of it.” Tanya nodded to Galluf, almost wanting to retreat into the Koh Tribe’s cave, but knowing they wouldn’t be allowed.

“Surely that thing can’t get through this wall of theirs, right?” Linette gave a lopsided smile to the old Druid.

“We can only hope not, Miss Wynn.” Galluf entered his tent to change back into his traveling robe and put his boots back on.

“That’s not very reassuring.” Ryton grimaced, looking at his three friends. “It wouldn’t be much, but we can make some torches with the fire.” He motioned to the fire they were sitting around and the wood they were burning for it. “Worse comes to worst, we’d at least have something.”

Dale nodded at the idea. “Something is better than nothing if that thing is actually coming.”

-Wall-

“Chief!” One of the Hobgoblins in the watchtower by the gate called out.

“What is it?!” Koh called back.

“The birds have just taken flight…all of them!” The Hobgoblin informed, seeing the huge flock of various species flying away.

Ria grimaced, partially revealing her fangs, as she stared out into the darkness of the forest with her golden eyes. “What the hell is this thing?”

“No idea… But if it makes all of the birds flee just by being around, then we can’t take it lightly.” Koh gripped his staff firmly. His Medium was still incredibly useful, but it was more like a half-staff to his greater height as a Hobgoblin. ‘Assuming this battle goes well, I’ll see about making a stronger Medium afterwards.’ But those plans weren’t important right now.

A shadow moved through the forest, but in the darkness of the last fading sunlight, it could only be seen by those with the sharpest of eyes. It wasn’t trying to be stealthy either, walking over anything and everything without thought or care to the noise it was making. As it got closer and closer to the Koh Tribe’s wall, the creature was spotted.

Wren narrowed his eyes at a spot along the treeline. Something weird was moving through the trees and underbrush. “Something is down there.” He pointed out, getting the attention of the Hobgoblins on either side of him and drawing their gaze to what he was seeing. The message was quickly passed on to the rest of the Tribe as all eyes focused on what Wren was looking at. “Do you see it too?”

“I do…it’s not anything we’ve ever seen before.” Ney replied, the huntress narrowing her eyes at the strange movements in the underbrush, almost looking like a snake or something was flailing about before disappearing again.

“Everyone, get ready!” Koh called out as all of the archers nocked their arrows and drew back their bowstrings, aiming at the spot that the strange thing would emerge from.

The darkness of the newly fallen night seemed to grow even darker. None of the Koh Tribe knew why, but the darkness became almost tangible to their senses. Hair stood on end as instinct perceived the danger and threat to their lives that this thing represented.

“It’s just like before.” Galluf mentioned from Koh’s left side, the Druid having just gotten to the top of the wall. “This cloying, thick darkness that seems to grasp at you.”

“So, this is the thing that came after you then?” Koh grimaced, his silver eyes locked onto the movement in the forest. “It’s so…dark.” The Shaman didn’t have any other way to describe it. It was a pitch-blackness that made even the dark of night look more like shade on a sunny day.

The trees and underbrush visibly wilted, some of the plants outright dying as they touched the creature. It was a writhing mass of black muck, leaping and squirming around like it was alive. It knocked over one of the younger trees along the treeline as it emerged from the forest. It clearly moved on four legs, but that was the only real ‘features’ it had aside from two eerily glowing purple eyes.

“The fuck is that?” Koh couldn’t help but utter as he looked at the creature.

[??????]

Analyze returned nothing on the strange creature, meaning that it wasn’t known to Koh’s available level of World Knowledge.

“You get nothing from Analyze as well, correct?” Galluf asked, also staring at the creature.

“Just a blank.” Koh confirmed to the Druid.

As the squirming and writhing mass of muck made its way across the ground, the grasses all died from touching it; though some withered just from being near it as well. It approached the wall without a sound of its own. There were no roars, no growls, no shrieks or screeches. The creature was completely silent aside from its footsteps and the odd noise its writhing mass of a body made, similar to stepping through thick mud.

“Release!” Koh commanded and every archer let lose their arrows.

The rain of arrows all landed on the large creature, the writhing and squirming muck reacted by thrashing violently wherever an arrow was stuck into it. Only, a moment after the arrows landed, they seemed to deteriorate and fall apart, the pieces all falling to the ground along with a small bit of the muck.

A mass of the thrashing muck suddenly shot from the creature’s back and raced up the wall towards the archers at speed.

“What the?!” The Hobgoblins scrambled away as the tendril slammed down on top of the wall, pieces of it falling off and writhing about like worms.

“That thing is cursed! Don’t let it touch you!” Galluf yelled out a warning to the Hobgoblins, now having seen the creature’s effect on living things around it, he could safely say that it did indeed possess a very dangerous curse to it.

“Fireball!” Koh cast, pointing the Capra Horn skull atop his Shaman Staff at the tendril. The ball of flames swirled to life before launching at the muck and blasting it off the wall.

“Grrraaauuuggghhh!” The creature finally made a sound, one of pain it seemed, as the tendril fell back atop its body, the muck roiling violently as it rejoined the main body.

“Firebombs!” Ria called out since fire seemed to hurt the creature.

“Yes!” Almost a dozen Hobgoblins tossed the containers down on the creature before retreating back behind the archers.

FWOOSH

The oil fire burst to life and set the strange creature ablaze.

“Geeeeeaaaaaauuuhhhh!!!” The shriek the abomination released was horrible, but the writhing mass of muck leapt away from the flames and slammed into the ground, dragging itself through the dead grass and dirt to put out the fire.

“A carcass?!” Wren’s sharp eyes caught sight of what was under the muck. It looked to be a gigantic boar carcass, like something that was left behind after a predator had its fill of meat from its kill.

“So, it is some form of Undead?” Galluf had been using Water Magic to spray the worm-like writhing muck that had been left behind by the tendril. Soaking the stuff seemed to dilute it and it eventually dissolved away.

Ria didn’t much care what the creature was. Only that it was a threat to her Tribe, her family. She pulled out one of her enchanted arrows and nocked it quickly. She let the arrow fly and the shot exploded into a fireball when it hit the exposed carcass that had been hidden beneath the disgusting muck.

“It didn’t react?” Ney noticed that the carcass being blasted and set on fire hadn’t gotten any pained response from the creature.

The squirming muck covered the boar carcass again and violently roiled and shook before the eerie purple eyes reappeared. A dozen more arrows hit the mass, only to failed to really damage it. The creature charged forward and slammed into the wall hard enough to make it shake.

“Whoa!”

“Hold on!”

“The wall is shaking?!”

The shouts form the Hobgoblins were loud as they struggled to stay on the platforms atop the wall.

“Swamp!” Galluf cast and tapped the Forest Pearl on his staff against the wall. A second later and the spell took affect as the dead and rotten ground beneath and around the creature turned into a thick and deep swamp.

The creature struggled as it began to sink into the mud. The gross mass reached out with another tendril, slamming it against the top of the wall, trying to reach the Hobgoblins.

“Spout!” Galluf countered with a blast of water that swirled into being just above the top of his staff. The muck was blasted away, diluting and dissolving parts of it, but the tendril only retreated, not really taking any damage.

“Fire!” Wren yelled out to the other archers, all of them quickly nocking enchanted arrows. A volley of them were fired and exploded all over the creature that was stuck in Galluf’s swamp spell.

“Greeeeeuuuaaaagghhhh!!!” The muck roiled and thrashed about, quickly smothering the fire on it, though parts of it fell to the ground, smoking and dead.

BAM

The mass threw itself forward, briefly exposing the giant boar carcass beneath, and slammed into the earthen wall again.

“Aaahhh!”

“Help!”

“Watch out!”

“I’ve got you!”

Some of the Hobgoblins had fallen from the platforms, landing painfully on the ground below. The wall was visibly cracking on the outside from the powerful blow as the creature writhed and tried to force its way inside. Another tendril of disgusting muck was slammed atop the wall.

“Damn you!” Koh cursed at the undead or whatever it was, setting it ablaze with his Magic.

“How do you kill the dead?!” Ria demanded loudly of Galluf; the Druid having moved to douse the worm-like remnants of the muck in plenty of water before they touched anyone.

“The Undead are typically weak to Holy Magic, Light Magic, and Fire Magic!” Galluf answered her loudly as he dealt with the remnants of the creature’s attack.

“We’ve hit it with plenty of fire and its still trying to break through the wall!” Koh snarled out, the Tribe having already set in ablaze multiple times.

“Graaauuuuggghhhh!!!” The creature slammed into the wall again.

BAM

The cracks could be heard this time as the wall shook and the platforms groaned, the wood bending and flexing under the pressure.

“It’s getting through!” Ama called out loudly from below, having fallen, from the second impact, but landed safely.

Small cracks were forming on the inside of the wall, and from those cracks the black muck was starting to ooze through.

“If fire isn’t working, then let’s try Light!” Ria slid down the ladder and drew her Flash Fang Dagger as soon as her feet touched the ground. She charged over to the cracks in the wall and the black muck that was squirming through. “Hyah!” With a slash, she activated the dagger and a blinding flash of Light Magic was released as she struck the sludge.

“Greeeeeuuuaaaagghhhh!!!” The muck retreated while the creature shrieked in pain. The parts that were hit by the Light Magic seemed to disintegrate as they fell to the ground.

“Koh!” Ria called up to her Mate. “Light Magic hurts it!”

“I really wish it wasn’t night right now.” Koh took the new information in and tapped into the Light Spirits that resided within his Shaman Staff form the Lunar Wolf’s fangs. “Shine, little ones, expand the brightness. Glow powerfully and become a piercing spear.” Koh whispered to the small spirits through his Spirit Communication Skill as he gave them some of his mana through Spirit Unification, and then shaped them with Spirit Guide.

“That’s bright!” Tay nearly winced, having been close to Koh when the Light Spell formed.

“Get that thing, Chief!” Yog cheered his Chieftain on.

“Light Spear!” Koh launched the spear of light straight at the creature.

“Greeaaauuuuhhhh!!!” The creature had a hole blasted clean through it, the muck blown away and disintegrating from being hit with concentrated Light Magic.

“Hmm?” Koh narrowed his silver eyes as he saw something unusual about the injury he’d just delivered to the creature. “Are those Spirits?” Thick, soot-like, motes of darkness were billowing out of the hole in the writhing muck like smoke. However, Koh noticed a portion of them changing to white motes of light as the creature dealt with the damage. “It’s Undead…but it’s also a mass of Darkness Spirits?” He had no idea if that was normal for Undead or not.

BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM

Another round of Fire Arrows from the remaining archers blasted the injured creature with flames.

“Why won’t it go down?!” Wren ground his teeth while pulling out another arrow.

“Just keep hitting it!” Ney nocked her next enchanted arrow as well.

Two tendrils of muck whipped off the now roiling ball of muck and sludge as it swirled around the giant boar carcass at the center.

BOOM BOOM BOOM

Three more Fire Arrows exploded on the thrashing tendrils, but didn’t stop them as they slammed into the damaged wall and crashed through the weakened section.

“It’s inside!”

“Attack!”

“Take it down!”

Arrows and firebombs hit the tendrils as they tried to drag the rest of the body inside the wall. The creature had sunk quite deep into Galluf’s swamp and couldn’t just charge inside, thankfully. But as its tendrils tried to pull it inside the wall and out of the swamp, it was fast becoming a much more dangerous threat.

“Graaauuuuggghhhh!!!” The creature bellowed as it was burned, but still tried to force its way inside and through the earthen wall.

“Take this!” Myr dropped down form the platform above the hole in the wall, his battle axe glowing slightly with his Cleave Skill active. He hacked through one of the tendrils, the top part falling to the ground and writhing around, releasing more of the worm-like remnants.

“Yah!” Ria killed the muck with a slash from her Flash Fang Dagger, the gunk disintegrating as it was sliced with the Light Magic.

Water blasted the second tendril off the edge of the wall as Galluf stood atop the platform, his staff aimed at the creature as it tried to force its way through the gap it had created. The remnants that had fallen off the creature and were writhing and squirming on the ground slowly dissolved under the torrent that Galluf was hitting the creature with.

“Light Spear!” Koh fired another spear straight into the creature.

“Greeaaauuuuhhhh!!!” The creature shrieked in pain, more of the muck falling off its body as another hole was blasted through it.

‘There they are again…’ Koh noticed the mass of billowing Darkness Spirits pouring out of the new injury like smoke, a portion of them turning into Light Spirits as the squirming sludge tried to fill in the hole. ‘What is this thing?’

Tay and Yog both thrust their spears into either side of the creature’s body as it tried to push itself further inside with just its front legs. The two Spearmen thrusted their spear rapidly, using their Consecutive Thrust Skill to fullest effect. The creature didn’t seem to care much about the stabbing, still trying to get in despite the opposition it was facing.

“Move aside!” Koh commanded as he stepped forward, the eyes of the Capra Horn skull now glowing brightly with black-purple light as he gathered Darkness Spirits together.

The other Hobgoblins cleared the area around the creature, while Ria stood just behind Koh and to the right, her Flash Fang Dagger in hand, ready to leap forward to protect her Mate if the creature attacked him. There was no way in hell she was going to let this cursed thing touch Koh.

“Greeaaauuuuhhhh…” The creature locked onto Koh, or more specifically the large amount of Darkness Spirits that were gathered around his Shaman Staff.

“So, that’s what you want, huh?” Koh was fairly certain he knew why this thing was here now. “Spirits of the dark, follow the ones I guide and vacate the flesh.” He murmured to the Darkness Spirits of his staff and the ones that were still leaking out of the injured creature.

The soot-like mass of Darkness Spirits reached out from Koh’s staff and connected to the ones coming off the creature. Instantly the muck and sludge began roiling and thrashing about again, making the other Hobgoblins back up even further to avoid being touched by the creature.

‘Damn…! The pull is so strong!’ Koh grimaced and poured more of his Mana into his Spirit Guide Skill to try and wrest control of the mass of Darkness Spirits away from the sludge and muck. ‘If I were still a Goblin, then I’d have already lost…’ His growth into a Hobgoblin had boosted everything about Koh, from his physicality to his Magic. At the moment, that increase was the only thing allowing him to keep fighting with the creature for control.

“What’s the Chief doing?” Ney questioned, her bow nocked and ready to be drawn at any time.

“I think he’s trying to do some Spirit stuff to it?” Wren guessed, only able to see the mass of Darkness Spirits because of how many there were and the amount of mana within them.

‘Come on, damn you…’ Koh focused and increased how much mana he was putting into the struggle even more, despite the fact that he was starting to strain and his Shaman Staff was beginning to vibrate in his hands from the amount of mana being used. With a heave, both physical and magical, Koh took hold of all of the Darkness Spirits connected to his staff and yanked them towards him.

What emerged from the creature was a pitch-black form that floated in the air. The form gradually grew more defined and features could be made out. It was a boar, black-furred, with dark eyes, and large silvery tusks.

[Darkness Spirit – Intermediate]

“Oh, now it wants to work.” Koh snarked a little, even as he saw a higher class of Spirit for the first time. ‘I’m so used to the little Spirits…I guess if this thing is an intermediate class, then the ones that’re just everywhere are low class?’

“Buheeua…” The Darkness Spirit made a sound like a boar as it looked at Koh.

“Ah,” Koh realized that he still had his staff connected to the Darkness Spirit. “I should probably let you go, huh?” He broke the connection and the soot-like cloud of Darkness Spirits connecting the top of his staff to the intermediate class Spirit dispersed, the lesser Spirits spreading back out into the darkness of the night again.

The boar-shaped Darkness Spirit shook itself as it floated in the air, seemingly enjoying being free. It sank down to the ground and then sniffed around a bit. It gave a nod of its head to Koh, as if in thanks. The Shaman bowed back in respect to the Spirit.

With that exchange done, the intermediate Spirit turned and walked towards the closed gate. To everyone’s surprise, it walked through the gate as if it wasn’t there, proving itself intangible.

A few seconds later and one of the Hobgoblins in the gate lookout tower called down to everyone. “It’s gone! It walked into the forest and just vanished instantly!”

“Ugh…” Ria nearly gagged as a putrid steam rose from the creature they’d been fighting.

The muck and sludge poured off the giant boar carcass like water (tainted water, but like water) leaving behind just the carcass and an area of dead grass and blackened earth. The carcass collapsed to the ground audibly and then, before everyone’s eyes, the remaining flesh, hide, and fur rapidly decayed to nothing, leaving behind only the skeleton of the giant boar.

“My word…” Galluf blinked, never having seen such a thing in his many years, but having gained some insight into just what the creature had been.

“Galluf, can you wash the bones off?” Koh called out to the Druid. “I don’t know if we can use them, but if they’re clean of the sludge, they shouldn’t be dangerous at least.”

Galluf nodded and summoned another Spout spell to thoroughly clean the bones and the ground around where the creature had fallen, dissolving any lingering remnants of the muck that had made up its body.

The Koh Tribe dragged the skeleton inside the wall and Koh used Earth Magic to patch it up temporarily. They’d need to get in there and build it up properly with reinforcement to make sure it was as strong as it had been before being broken.

‘We’ll make it even stronger, if possible.’ Koh thought to himself as he sat down and let the tension drain from his body now that the danger had past.

“Are you okay?” Ria sat beside him and was already looking him over before he could reply.

“Tired, a bit shaken, but not hurt.” Koh assured her and kissed her lips.

“Mm,” Ria returned the kiss happily.

“Are you okay?” Koh questioned his Mate while leaning his forehead gently against hers.

“I’m fine.” Ria confirmed with a smile. “None of us let that stuff touch us.”

Koh smiled and let out a sigh of relief. “Good, good, I didn’t want to try treating a bunch of cursed injuries.” He let out a small chuckle as Ria leaned against him.

As the fervor slowly died down and everyone in the Koh Tribe started preparing for bed (or for their watch shift on the lookout towers) Galluf made his way over to the Chieftain and War Priestess.

“I believe what happened here tonight is a truly unheard of situation.” Galluf started after being allowed to sit across from Koh and Ria. “My Analyze Skill gave me information on the creature after you removed that Boar Spirit from the body.”

“It did?” Koh had more on his mind with the intermediate Darkness Spirit and hadn’t thought to check the body at the time.

Galluf nodded and leaned forward a bit, prompting Ria and Koh to do so as well. “According to Analyze, that creature was an Undead Primitive Demon.”

Ria looked confused, not knowing what that meant, but Koh raised an eyebrow at the Druid.

“Didn’t you say that a natural Undead in the Silua Forest was almost impossible, and that a Primitive Demon spawning was even rarer?” The Shaman questioned.

“Precisely,” Galluf nodded to Koh. “My best theory is that the giant boar was a Primitive Demon and when it died, it became an Undead.”

“What’s a Primitive Demon?” Ria asked, totally lost right now.

Galluf realized that he hadn’t explained. “Ah, my apologies. A Primitive Demon is spawned when a creature takes in mana over the course of its life with no way to expel it. The mana strengthens the creature, extending its life, but eventually the build up turns the creature into a Primitive Demon as its body is altered on a fundamental level. The term ‘Primitive’ is used because the Demon in question is more often than not a beast that lack intelligence of any kind. It is stronger than a regular beast of its species, but beyond that there’s only its tendency towards aggression and carnivorous behavior that marks it as different.”

“So, it’s really rare for it to happen?” Ria asked for clarification.

“Oh yes, most creatures that consume anything rich in mana have natural ways to release the buildup, usually in the form of producing a part of themselves with a magical effect, like fur that’s as tough as armor, or horns that’re sharper than spears. It’s only when a regular beast with no way to get rid of the mana build up consumes an excessive about of mana rich material that a Primitive Demon has a chance to form.” Galluf explained to Ria with the air of a teacher.

“I get it.” Ria nodded in thanks to the Druid.

“So, a Primitive Demon dies, and somehow became a natural Undead?” Koh didn’t even want to try and estimate how ridiculously low the odds of that happening had to be.

“That is my best guess.” Galluf nodded. “Perhaps the Primitive Demon simply had so much mana that it’s body continued to move long after it had died?” He guessed at what could’ve potentially caused this freak occurrence. “I’m not sure where the Spirit comes in though, but I think the amalgamation of being three different things at the same time is why Analyze didn’t work. There’s no World Knowledge about such a thing.”

“Just what we need, to be the first group to experience something horrible like that.” Koh exhaled heavily. Ria leaned against him and took his hand in hers, offering comfort and support. Koh smiled and kissed the top of her head, squeezing her hand gently before returning his attention to Galluf. “The Boar Spirit was an intermediate class Darkness Spirit. It probably took that form based on what the creature used to be.”

“That would make some sense. “Galluf agreed that Koh’s idea had merit. “But how did it come to be inside the creature?”

Koh thought about that for a moment before speaking. “My best guess for how it was inside of the thing, is because Darkness Spirits gather around the dead. If this thing was Undead, moving around for who knows how long, it probably accumulated more Darkness Spirits that fed off the mana stuck in its moving carcass. Eventually, so many of the lesser Spirits had gathered and gotten strong enough that they blended together into the intermediate Darkness Spirit inside the Undead Primitive Demon. With no way out, the muck and sludge were probably a form of rot that got empowered by the excess mana as the intermediate Spirit tried to break free of its physical shell.”

“So it attacked us because it was after more mana.” Galluf’s eyes lit up as he put the pieces together. “If the Spirit inside was trying to get stronger to escape, that makes sense.” With both himself and Tanya in the Party, the creature had probably targeted their mana as Magic users.

“It had a lot of mana already, I nearly got dragged in with how strong it was.” Koh shook his head at how much stronger the Boar Spirit needed to be if it wanted to forcibly break out of the creature it was trapped in. “The amalgamation was completely unbalanced and the Undead body still had no way to release mana. So the Spirit was stuck until it could get strong enough to destroy the physical parts.”

“But you yanked it out with your Spirit Guide Skill, right?” Ria knew all of Koh’s Skills and had a good idea how they worked and how her Mate used them.

“Yeah…it was almost too much for my staff.” Koh patted his Medium that he’d set next to him. “It was vibrating in my hands and everything.”

“A Shaman helping a Spirit seems quite fitting, Chieftain Koh.” Galluf chuckled brightly, his own tension and nerves finally easing away.

“I hope I don’t have to do that again, or at least not until I’m stronger.” Koh deadpanned at the Druid. “That was only an intermediate class Spirit too… I don’t think I want to imagine what a higher class of Spirit would be like.”

With their conversation done, Galluf went back to his Party, while Koh and Ria headed into the cave to head for bed. After what the Tribe had been through in the early hours of the night, they’d all sleep deeply until morning.

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Well…how about that?

The Koh Tribe just doesn’t catch many breaks, do they?

Some infinitesimally small chance of that amalgamation of Primitive Demon, Undead, and Spirit mixed together happening, and it come crashing through their wall!

Seriously! They’re trying to do their normal stuff and survive! Stop messing with them!

Koh did meet his first intermediate Spirit though! That was kinda cool! But if that was strong enough to almost overwhelm the new Hobgoblin Shaman, what WOULD a High Class Spirit be like?

All in all, the Koh Tribe is still coming out of this incident better off. They should definitely get some good experience, maybe a level or two, out of the fight. And they got some good trades from the humans for their hospitality too.

Maybe they’ll even get one last thing before the Adventurers part ways with them in the morning?

Keep reading to find out!

Until I can update this again, later!