Homesteading in a fantasy world

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The smirk quickly faded as a dizzy spell came over him. The shaman looked at the wound and he understood instantly that he had been poisoned, and he was going to die. Absolute anger that course inside him fuelled the highest and strongest spell he knew, a lightning strike.

The shaman's eyes momentarily went the same colour as light as everything he had channelled towards his hands that start glowing the same colour as lightning.

A few moments later a spelled exploded forward, indiscriminately killing all in its path. Rich Dirt started to act as soon as he saw the shaman’s eye light up, he hoped that this move could save his life.

He dropped his bow and pulled out his sword, quickly getting down onto his stomach and tipping one end of the sword into the river and holding out his hand in front of him.

A moment later the lightning reached him and most of it flew over him the rest still should have been enough to kill him, but he was able to protect his vitals by letting the lighting first hit his right arm and move most of it through his shoulders and left arm into the river using the sword as an extension.

When getting hit by lightning or electricity, if you can keep your heart beating, you have a chance at survival and everything Rich Dirt did gave him that chance.

The shaman didn’t see if he succeeded or not because he fell onto the ground convulsing and vomiting. It won’t take long for him to die.

The goblin force lost over 50 goblins because of that attack. Everyone that was pulling and was ready to charge the bridge was now dead. But the rest are happy to have survived this fight and claim the farm and the land beyond it for themselves.

As the commander looked around, he was still devastated and wished that he had been more cautious, but soon the cheering died down.

The still smoking human rose up, sheathed his sword and moved to pick up his bow. He moved slowly and roughly, but that didn't seem to stop him from drawing the bow and firing at the surviving goblins.

All of them were completely dumbfounded and didn’t know what to make of all of this. But quickly the commander ordered the surviving shield bearers in front and quickly to move towards the bridge.

Rich Dirt fired upon the commander as he was the only one that was tall enough to be picked out from the rest, but the commander was quick enough to dodge the arrows and the Longbow was still on top of the tower.

When the goblins finally stepped onto the bridge, the shields were too tight for the bow to be of any more use. Rich Dirt picked up the biggest spear he had and walked forward to the center of the bridge.

“If this has to be my last stand, then I’m going to take as many of you with me as I can.” Rich Dirt voice sounded normal to him but for the goblins his voice made shivers go down their spines and cold sweat form on their bodies. His words were more akin to a sabre tigers growling than actual speech.

It was intimidating enough that the goblin didn’t dare to go into spear range and stood outside it in fear. But that just left an opening and the first goblin to peek around its shield to see what’s going on was pierced by a spearhead and killed.

Just like that, the fighting started again, a fight between one human and the forces of the goblins that should be able to easily kill him.

But the bridge adds another effect, a narrow corridor where only a few goblins had the space needed to fight. Whenever they moved forward, a hit from a spear will follow.

This battle was fierce and while the human was being slowly pushed back, every inch meant another goblin's death. Even the commander was now on the edge of the bridge.

He was now sandwiched between his forces and found himself unable to retreat or move forward. The human was keeping the goblins from moving ahead while every other goblin tried to get onto the bridge.

This angered the commander. He couldn’t move forward or backwards. He could only watch as his troops tried to cut down the human. But as they hit the human, he didn’t go down. The human’s armor was protecting him well enough against dull iron.

Tired of seeing his forces die no matter how much he wanted to torture and get information from the human, he dismissed those plans. He just wanted this to be over, so he lifted his spear and started to activate his ability strong throw, the ability that won him his leadership.

While Rich Dirt was fighting for his life, he saw a glow like his piercing cut. He quickly used his own ability piercing cut and made a circle around himself, killing all the goblins and giving him space to see what was happening.

But a bit too late as the big goblin threw its spear. It flew so fast that Rich Dirt only had an instant to turn and move away.

He was too slow and while the spear didn't hit him at the center of his chest, it did hit right in front of his heart.

All that saved him was that he was able to turn himself enough so that the armor would start pushing the spear away, but even then, it left a big cut behind that pierced all his armor and left him bleeding but not dead.

As Rich Dirt screamed a huge battle cry, another person ordered his troops to move forward. The goblin leader was a bit dumbfounded on how the human was able to survive his throw while being so weak.

But then he heard charging coming from behind his back. As he turned around, he saw the second scout commander’s troops moving towards the bridge. They finally showed up. At least they did that, but I will still be able to kill that stupid goblin because he was too late.

That thought stopped as soon as he saw the goblins were rushing towards his position while lowering their spears.

“What are you doing?” He yelled and turned fully around. As he saw the back line being pierced by spears, he finally understood that the second scout sub commander was trying to take full control and was now devastating his remaining forces.

“You think you can win, you puny goblin, you still have to be able to kill me. Everyone turn around. We must kill all ghhhhr.”

This moment of inattention cost the goblin commander its life. The goblin commander's order gave Rich Dirt breathing room and the opportunity to see that the commander had his back to him.

The moment he saw this, he threw the spear in his hand as best as he could. It flew quickly and true.

He aimed for the spine and while he did miss it, the spear still accomplished all that he wanted by cutting through large arteries and hitting the lungs as well. But as soon as he threw it, he didn't stop there. He pulled out his sword and started to swing.

The goblins that now lost their commander were in disarray and surrounded by two forces. They had nowhere to go and fought to survive.

It didn't take long for them to start dropping their weapons and trying to surrender. Few more died before the killing stopped.

Rich Dirt was hurt and completely tired wanted to end the fighting. His adrenaline-soaked mind was barely able to comprehend what was happening. He had to move back to the center of the bridge, having pushed the goblin's back to the edge of the bridge with his sword.

It didn’t take long for the goblins to move out, but soon a small group walked forwards but this time, they didn’t seem to want to attack.

“I new leader, I not attack, I want, Peace.” said the former second scout sub commander now commander in broken common.

When Rich Dirt looked around, he could see the goblins pulling back the hooks from this side of the river and starting to clean up the battlefield.

The goblins can keep going and kill me off, but they didn't, so they must have some reason to not want to kill me, and that was good enough to go to bed and sleep for a week.

Rich dirt nodded and, using the last of his strength, pulled up the bridge and used the spare spear as a replacement for the stopping peg that broke.

When he was walking back, the wolf came to look him over but he only made it to the house's front door before he collapsed and sank into unconsciousness.