Heaven's Greatest Professor

Chapter 162: Goblins

They found a group of goblins creating a ruckus as their way came to a dead end, blocked by a thick stone wall.

Two of the smaller green humanoid goblins were hammering their pick axe on the wall with all their strength, yet barely getting anywhere. There wasn't any protective formation placed on the wall. The stone wall was remarkably hard and the goblins were simply that weak.

"Grrrrr! Stop you teatless bitches," roared the hobgoblin, who seemed to be the leader of the crew. The hobgoblin was a head or two taller than the goblin minions, his body fatter, but the physical force it carried was undeniable. The aura it was radiating was lower compared to the bull-wolf chimaera, but definitely in the silver rank.

After the goblin minion rested work, another goblin minion came from behind the hobgoblin with a pulsating bead. Everyone crackled at the sight of the bead, as they took a step back. The goblin set the bead at the centre of the wall and activated it.

He came back scurrying instantly.

"Back off," the hobgoblin roared. The underlings did back off, coming to stand behind the hobgoblin, their eyes glowing as they eyed the wall.

The bead released a series of serious undulations of energy and then it burst open, ripping apart the thick wall in a spray of stone shards and splinters. What followed was dust and debris, as all the goblins began roaring cheers.

Before the dust cleared they moved into the hole created by the peculiar energy bomb.

"Goblin tinkering," Agnes said. "They aren't the brightest, far from it, but they do know how to make a ruckus."

They followed after from the shadows. Unfortunately, the goblins' path came across another dead-end shortly.

"You pathless mothafucker!" the hobgoblin roared, hurtling a devastating kick to a lesser goblin, who was most likely the failed navigator.

The parchment map he was holding fell as the navigator crashed into the wall, they were to break apart again.

"Chief, calm your heart," the underlings tried to quench the tangible violone bearing on the hobgoblin. "That poor, luckless bastard did not deserve your wrath."

"Ohh?" the fiery glint of violence didn't wear off from his person. He hammered his fist into the face of the goblin that tried to intervene, sending him flying to join the navigator. "You deserve my wrath, then?"

He shot his glares at the other, as the underlings took a step back.

"Grrrr! Why do I bother with you sons of bitches?" the hobgoblin chief screamed. "Your incompetency has no bounds that we still have to suck dicks of the orcs."

Warden couldn't help but smile, looking at them. It was amusing, kind of.

"My liege, what to do with the wall?" the bomb guy goblin asked. His hand was inside the leather satchel, where the energy bombs were stored. Interestingly, even though his voice was calm, his facial expression hid a deranged self, who'd likely throw the bomb at his liege, if the hobgoblin came to attack him.

Well, perhaps Warden was reading more into it. He couldn't tell with the twitch in the goblin's ugly exterior, but the defiant and fearful aura around him was palpable. People do wild shit when they are afraid, and these were the creatures of chaos. Warden wouldn't be surprised if they began killing one another from right here.

"What to do with the wall?!" the hobgoblin repeated the phrase, violence splitting out of his words. "Do you have to ask? Fucking blast it apart, blasted shit!!"

Another booming followed soon after along with the cheers of the goblins, as though they were celebrating fireworks in some cultural festivals. However, this time they were not all quick to follow inside through the hole they created.

"Do I need to be sent invitations to you, fatherless saps?" the chief roared. "Rashe'ivek, that bastard is already warming up the lord's loins, and I'm stuck with you lots."

"Don't worry chief, Rashe'ivek did not have the guts or talent to be chosen by the Lord," said the goblin relieved of the fist in the face trying to appease the goblin chief a few moments ago. "Only your greatness, my liege, can warm his Lord's majestic groin…"

A silence beheld the goblins, as the hobgoblin looked at the audacity of his minion to talk to him like that.

"You!" the goblin chief roared. He picked a huge stone shard and threw it into the face of the underling, sending him flying to crash into the other side of the wall. Thankfully, he was not dead yet, though severely injured, his nose fractured, head splitting up in multiple places to ooze out greenish purple blood.

The goblin chief turned to the navigator. "If you mistake another time, or I come late to his Lord's descent, this will be you," he said. "And I'll be through with it. Not got back to work, lazy-ass bitches."

The goblin moved up fast lest they make their chief furious again.

This time Agnes stopped him from following. "We'll most likely lose our way if we keep following them."

Warden couldn't argue with that. "Well, you have the map with you, and I don't think any of us can be as bad as that goblin navigator," he replied, crooking his nose. "But aren't you interested in what they are after? They are talking about the descent of their lord or some bullshit. It should be some interesting to watch out for, no?"

Agnes was about to reply, but then paused, studying his face. "You can understand their language?"

A frown quirked up his brows, and he couldn't understand what was surprising. "They were so loudly screaming everything, but the language, is it not the same as whatever we're speaking?" he paused as he considered the case.

He replayed the whole thing and all the phrases the goblins shared in his mind. If he didn't comprehend them, and just tried to compare them with the usual dialect… there was a difference. A huge difference at that.

"You have talent in odd things," Agnes said.

"I'm gifted like that," he said. Although he felt something odd about this natural translation gift. It wasn't even shown on the status page. Well, there were many other things that weren't mentioned or quantified by the system, however, this lingual translation ability seemed like something important to be added to the system page.

"So, what did you decide?" he asked.

"Tell me clearly what they said," Agnes requested.

Warden complied, exchanging the goblin's conversation word by word. "There's no embellishment in my translation," he added after finishing.

"I can see that," Agnes snorted. She thought for a moment to add, "So they were moving towards some lord… the goblin chief is already equal to a Silver Ranker. The lord is possibly at least equal or superior to the gold ranker."

Warden sucked in a deep breath. The only time he felt a gold ranker power was when the head of disciplinary pressured him with his aura. That had been some experience.

"Of course, their power will be suppressed in here," Agnes continued. "Still, do you think you can hide under the presence of a Gold ranker?"

Warden didn't think to look to answer. "Well, if the lord is dumb like these buggers, I don't see why we cannot?"

Agnes shot him a look and nodded. "Let's go then."

"Hmm, are you sure?"

"What, are you feeling under the weather?" there was a challenge in her voice, her lips curling up in a sardonic grin.

Warden snorted. "Lead on, Madame Captain."

Tracking down the goblins didn't turn out to be a problem with them creating ruckus everywhere they went. The only problem was that they were terrible at tracking, circling the same place, and blasting through walls with their goblin bombs.

They were so incompetent in tracking that, Captain Agnes gritted her teeth to utter, "I'm contemplating murdering these goblins if they waste my time anymore. Gods, even I can do better navigating than them and that too without a map."

Warden just smiled at her frustration.

Thankfully, they wouldn't have to circle around for longer. Although the goblin was unable to navigate through the catacomb, another group of orcs found them. There were more of them, over a dozen of them, and surprisingly two of them had power equal to a silver rank.

"I was wondering who could be creating such destruction in the ruins for no reason," the lead orc said, a pale red-skinned orc, compared to the usual green-skinned ones. Other than the skin colour and different tattoos on the skin there were no differences between them. "Of course, it is you, Hamim of the Skaa'm goblin clans. Nobody is as dull and pathless as you."

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"Rashe'Ivek, you look as filthy as always," the goblin Chief Hamim of the Skaa'm tribe roared.

"That coming from a goblin?" Rashe'Ivek sneered. "Perhaps I should gift you a mirror, but alas! I'm afraid there's no mirror that can do justice to your ugly exterior. 'tis probably the reason your father gave you up on your birth."

"Rashe'Ivek, do you want to die so bad?" the hobgoblin roared, bringing out his massive club.

"Do you think I'm afraid of you, Hamim?" Rashe'Ivek was prepared, equipping his battle axe when the other silver-rank orc came from behind and stopped him. It was actually a female orc.

"Now is not the time to fight among ourselves," the red-skinned orc woman said, charging her huge wooden wand with power. "Especially when we have a couple of guests among ourselves."

Without further ado, she shot lightning bolts right where Warden and Agnes were hiding.