The Villain Professor's Second Chance

Chapter 118: Goblins in Winter (4) The Reinforcement

The battlefield fell silent, save for the crackling of the magma bear's fur and the labored breathing of the adventurers. Sophie turned to the newcomers, her eyes filled with gratitude and curiosity. The man in dark, sleek armor stepped forward, his presence commanding and intimidating.

"I'm Dravis," he said coldly, his piercing eyes meeting Sophie's. "We need to retreat. This position is compromised."

Sophie, despite her rank and experience, felt a chill run down her spine. There was something about Dravis that made people listen. "Retreat?" she echoed, incredulously. "We've just taken the fort!"

Dravis's expression did not change. "The fort is a lost cause. The goblin forces are more organized than you realize, and they will overrun this place by nightfall if we stay. We need to regroup and come up with a new strategy."

The S-ranked adventurers, Victor and Lila, exchanged glances. Victor stepped forward, his face flushed with embarrassment and anger. "You can't be serious. We're S-ranked adventurers. We don't retreat."

Dravis's eyes narrowed, his voice a low growl. "And that overconfidence nearly got you all killed. If you want to throw your lives away, be my guest. But if you value your men and your mission, you'll follow my orders."

Victor opened his mouth to retort, but Lila laid a hand on his arm, shaking her head. "He's right, Victor. We underestimated them. We need to fall back and rethink our approach."

Reluctantly, Victor nodded. "Fine. What's the plan?"

Dravis turned to the adventurers, his voice carrying authority and precision. "We'll divide into three groups. Group one will create a diversion at the north gate to draw the goblins' attention. Group two will secure the wounded and make their way to the south exit. Group three will cover our retreat and ensure no goblins follow us. Move quickly and efficiently.

We don't have much time."

The adventurers sprang into action, organizing themselves into groups. Dravis's plan was met with little resistance; even the S-ranked adventurers followed his orders without question.

"Sylvanna," Dravis called, and the ranger stepped forward. "You'll lead the first group. Create as much chaos as possible at the north gate. Use your arrows to pick off their leaders."

Sylvanna nodded, her expression half-hearted but resigned. "Fine, but you owe me for this."

Dravis ignored her comment and turned to Sophie. "You and the S-ranked adventurers will be in charge of the second group. Get the wounded out through the south exit and ensure their safety."

Sophie bristled slightly at the direct orders but recognized the necessity. "Understood. What about you?" Find your adventure at m-vl-em,py-r

"I'll lead the third group," Dravis replied, his voice devoid of emotion. "We'll cover your retreat and make sure no goblins follow. Now go."

The adventurers moved quickly, their respect for Dravis's command evident in their swift compliance. Sophie and the S-ranked adventurers gathered the wounded, organizing their retreat. Sylvanna and her group moved towards the north gate, ready to create the necessary diversion.

As the first group reached the north gate, Sylvanna's arrows flew with deadly accuracy, taking down key goblin leaders and sowing chaos among their ranks. Goblins howled in confusion and rage, their forces scrambling to respond to the unexpected assault.

Dravis, leading the third group, positioned his adventurers strategically along the retreat path. His cold, efficient demeanor ensured that every movement was calculated and precise. "Hold your positions," he ordered, his voice unwavering. "We move only when the second group is clear."

The goblins, disoriented by the diversion, began to regroup. Dravis watched them with a keen eye, his mind already several steps ahead. "Prepare for an ambush," he instructed, his tone deadly calm. "We'll take them by surprise and buy the second group more time."

As the goblins advanced, Dravis and his adventurers launched a coordinated attack. The magma bear roared, its fiery breath incinerating goblins as they approached. Dravis moved with lethal grace, his twin swords cutting through the enemy with ruthless efficiency. His presence on the battlefield was both commanding and terrifying, his movements precise and deadly.

Despite the onslaught, the goblins continued to press forward. Dravis's cold, calculating mind worked rapidly, adjusting their strategy as needed. "Fall back to the secondary position," he ordered. "Keep them engaged but don't let them overwhelm you."

The adventurers moved with practiced efficiency, retreating in an organized manner. Dravis's leadership was evident in every movement, his commands followed without question. As they reached the secondary position, he signaled for them to hold. "This is where we make our stand," he said, his voice cold and determined.

Sylvanna's group, having successfully created the diversion, began to retreat towards the secondary position. The goblins, disoriented and leaderless, struggled to regroup. Dravis's strategy had worked flawlessly, buying the second group the time they needed to escape.

As the second group reached the south exit, Sophie signaled for the wounded to be moved quickly but carefully. Victor and Lila, despite their earlier overconfidence, worked tirelessly to ensure everyone was accounted for. The severity of their situation had humbled them, and they followed Dravis's orders with a newfound respect.

"Everyone is clear," Sophie reported, her voice tense but steady. "We're ready to move."

"Good," Dravis replied. "Fall back to the rendezvous point. We'll cover your retreat."

The third group continued to hold the line, their resolve unwavering. The goblins, sensing their desperation, launched a final, furious assault. Dravis, his face a mask of cold determination, led the defense with ruthless efficiency. His twin swords flashed in the dim light, each strike calculated and lethal.

As the last of the wounded were evacuated, Dravis gave the final order. "Fall back. Regroup at the rendezvous point."

The adventurers moved quickly, their retreat as organized as their defense. Dravis was the last to leave the battlefield, ensuring no goblins followed them. His cold, indifferent demeanor was a stark contrast to the chaos around him, his presence a calming force for his comrades.

At the rendezvous point, the adventurers regrouped, their exhaustion evident but their spirits lifted by their successful retreat. Dravis surveyed the group, his piercing gaze assessing each person. "We'll make camp here for the night," he ordered. "Rest and tend to the wounded. We move at first light."

Sophie approached him, her expression a mixture of gratitude and curiosity. "Thank you, Dravis. Your strategy saved us."

Dravis's gaze was cold and unfeeling. "I did what was necessary. Don't mistake efficiency for compassion."

Victor, still nursing his wounded side, stepped forward. "We underestimated the goblins. Your leadership... it was impressive."

Dravis's eyes narrowed, his voice cutting like ice. "Your overconfidence nearly got us all killed. Learn from this, or next time, I won't be there to save you."

Victor nodded, chastened. "Understood."

Sylvanna, having rejoined the group, let out a weary sigh. "Well, that was fun. Next time, can we not nearly die?"

Dravis ignored her comment, his focus already on the next steps. "We'll need a new strategy to take back the fort. This isn't over."

The adventurers settled in for the night, their bodies weary but their minds alert. Dravis's presence was a constant reminder of the seriousness of their mission. His cold, efficient demeanor left no room for complacency.

As the camp settled into a tense silence, Sophie approached Dravis once more. "You're different from other adventurers," she said quietly. "Where did you learn to lead like that?"

Dravis's gaze was distant, his voice devoid of emotion. "Experience. Nothing more."

Sophie nodded, sensing that further questions would be unwelcome. "Thank you again. For everything."

Dravis simply nodded, his mind already planning their next move. The battle for the fort was far from over, and he knew that their true test was yet to come.

As dawn broke, the adventurers prepared to move out. Dravis, his demeanor as cold and calculating as ever, led them with ruthless efficiency. The memory of their near defeat was a stark reminder of the dangers they faced, and under Dravis's leadership, they knew that failure was not an option.

The strategic retreat had been a success, but the war was far from over. The adventurers, hardened by their experience and guided by Dravis's unwavering resolve, prepared for the challenges ahead. The fort would be retaken, and the goblin threat neutralized, but it would require every ounce of their strength and determination.

Dravis's cold, indifferent nature was both a blessing and a curse. His efficiency and strategic brilliance had saved them, but his lack of empathy left a lingering tension among the adventurers. They respected him, but they also feared him, sensing the ruthless determination that drove him.

This dichotomy in Dravis's character created a unique dynamic within the group. His ability to remain detached and objective allowed him to make decisions that others might balk at, ensuring their survival in the harshest of circumstances. Yet, this very detachment also alienated him from those he led.

They couldn't help but wonder if, in his eyes, they were merely pieces on a chessboard, valued only for their utility in achieving his ends.

During their retreat, the adventurers found themselves stealing glances at Dravis, their expressions a mixture of awe and unease. His commands were followed without question, not just because they were logical, but because there was an unspoken understanding that failure to comply would not be tolerated.

This unyielding expectation of excellence drove them to perform at their best, but it also meant that the slightest mistake could be met with harsh criticism.

Victor, the S-ranked swordsman, felt this pressure acutely. He had always been a leader in his own right, but Dravis's presence forced him to reevaluate his approach. The memory of Dravis's icy rebuke still stung, a constant reminder of his own hubris. It was clear that Dravis valued results over camaraderie, and while this ensured efficiency, it also created a barrier that was difficult to breach.

Lila, too, was affected by Dravis's demeanor. Her initial impression of him as merely another adventurer had been shattered by his display of tactical genius. She respected his skills but found his lack of warmth unsettling. There were moments when she caught herself longing for a hint of humanity in his gaze, something that would reassure her that he saw them as more than just tools for victory.

Even Sylvanna, who knew Dravis better than anyone, was not immune to this tension. She had fought by his side countless times, witnessing both his brilliance and his ruthlessness. Yet, even she found it difficult to connect with him on a personal level.

His single-minded focus on the mission often left little room for personal bonds, and she sometimes wondered if he truly cared about the people he fought to protect.

"These fools. Humanity would perish if it's still like this,"