Homesteading in a fantasy world

As Stebs Soot, Chief of the goblins made it to the waterfall site he went to get a report from the garrison that was here to understand more about what has happened and why they were not informed about the enemy finding out about this place to cross the river.

The answer he got was unsatisfactory as the tribe’s scouts had not noticed the enemy scouts locating this place. As the commanders and the Chief feared the army was moving this way and it was now confirmed by the scouts.

But there was one goblin that was not surprised that the enemy scouts had not been seen, how could they, there weren’t any. He was supposed to be happy that his plan had worked but it didn’t work well enough for him to be satisfied.

He was the believer in the old way before the human changed everything he knew and for some reason, all his fellow goblins went along. He hated that human and wish he could kill him himself, but no matter how much vengeance he felt he knew he would never succeed on his own. So, he and his fellow followers of the old way came up with a plan and made the deal with the enemy army.

This plan did not work perfectly as the human again messed everything up. His followers had been messing up and breaking down carts and everything else they could use to get to this place fast, yet because the human noticed the army's actions so quickly everyone had time to fix all that they had done.

He was still happy because he knew that the human will not live for long and soon this feeble defence will be flanked and he will be elevated amongst the enemy encampment, and he will put a stop to this new way of thinking. It disgusted him even now when he thought about not having breeders.

While his plans were thought up well enough, one miscalculation he made was the human. Rich Dirt did not decide to stay as long in the dam camp as planned but started to move towards the waterfall camp quicker than even he planned.

Why did Rich Dirt do this? Simply because he was bored and didn't want to start reading and understanding all the notifications waiting on his achievement page. Although before he left, he did put his free points into energy storage.

If Rich Dirt had stayed longer, he would have been caught in a trap and not been able to support the main force. The betrayers and the enemy leaders were able to send word and entice back the enemy tribes that left and who were now headed towards that dam camp. They were quite close and if Rich had just stayed an hour longer, he would have seen them and stayed to fight.

Now for the goblins there it took a bit longer to notice the enemy, but they eventually did. A bit over 200 enemies against 40 defenders a situation that normal goblins would run from to try and save themselves. But the battle-hardened goblins started to get ready for the fight knowing that they might all die soon.

The enemy commander even gave them a chance to surrender and join them. Yet they knew what that would mean. It would mean that this force is able to flank and most likely kill their Chief and fellow tribe members. So, they squished their weapon and got ready to fight to the death and hopefully given an opportunity for two of their fastest runners to warn their fellow tribe members.

When the time ticked down the enemy commander shook his head and motioned to the shaman to start. He moved forward but before he could suddenly 11 goblins close to the shaman acted first trying to take his life.

The commander cut down with his sword, while the shaman quickly using his magic burned one to death and using a fire whip kill two more before the other goblins reached the shaman and he was pierced by multiple weapons.

He managed to kill one more before he was finally dead, and the remaining goblins started to run towards the dam to their fellow tribe members trying to get to safety. One more was cut down by the commander, but the remaining goblins were fast and made it to the dam and the safety their tribe members flying spears provided.

The enemy commanders rage filled yells led to a quick assault. Similar to the commander the enemy goblins were in a blind rage and trying to chase them down. But this gave the defenders an opportunity to get some easy kills.

The spears flew and pierced accurately at the fastest enemies. The shield wall parted letting in the scouts and infiltrators when they reached it. They had given the defenders a fighting chance.

A fighting chance they now seized, never letting go of it even though they kept dying one by one. The enemy however kept dying faster. They were still enraged and never thought they could lose so they never looked back to see that there were no longer any replacements to try to take down the shield wall.

When they finally did notice it was too late to run and accurate spears flew and kill them. Although this was a victory for the defender it was a heavy one leaving only 12 survivors. The defence was remarkable, and the survivors now grieved for their lost brothers and also celebrated their victory and evolutions.

But while this battle ended another was just beginning. The two armies stood separated by a shallow river and enough distance so skirmishers could not yet start their job. The enemy army had made it here quicker than anyone had expected of course one had and while others looked worried, he was having a hard time not smiling.

Defending was around 300 goblins trying to keep their new way of life alive but to their surprise, the enemy only seem to have around 800 goblins to bring to this fight. When they looked at the enemy army, they knew they could win even though it would still be a hard battle. It didn’t take long until commands were given, and the enemy army started to move forward.

The betrayer was not pleased that the fight started so soon, he wanted to wait longer so the human would be killed in the dam battle and the troops there could also make it here. But then again who knows what the human was capable of and there was still nothing the Chief or the commanders could do to save themselves from this defeat.

The armies collided and they sounded like rocks falling from the mountains. The defender's line held and the fighting began. Endless spears continued falling on the enemy reducing their numbers, yet they had also learned from earlier battles and large shields were held up above their heads to try to defend themselves.

As the battle continued it was clear to see that the defenders will win. It was at that moment a shaman that was limping pushed closer towards the fighting. While Rich was able to put quite the hurt on him the other shaman was able to use his magic to keep him alive and eventually start to recover.

He was moving confidently knowing that the human was not there and that his magic will be able to help their side survive longer and perhaps even start pushing the defenders back.

Yet to the complete surprise of the shaman and the betrayer a group of goblins under the command of a newly promoted lieutenant quickly moved to the edge of the fighting and as close to the shaman as they could.

The betrayer had not known about this group of goblins that asked for advice from Rich on how to kill the enemy shaman and now they hoped that their choices would mean that they could kill the shaman.

There were six of them. Three of them had an ability charging spear throw and the other three had magic piercing spear. They worked in teams of two and both charged a strong spear as they waited for their chance to attack.

The shaman did see them, but he was not worried as he had trust in his magic bubble. He was too overconfident in being able to stop them. Two of the spears he manage to stop but the last one pierced his bubble and sank into his chest leading to his slow and agonizing death.

While the defenders were celebrating Rich Dirt finally made it there to the surprise of everyone and the delight of all except one. It was at that moment that another thing started to happen that no one had expected.

Stebs Soot the Chief started to glow a bit and then energy started to flow towards him. He didn't understand what was happening but a moment later a system notification popped up in front of him and he read it in a daze.

Class gained: Chief of hope level 1

As he read out loud the notification it quickly spread amongst the tribe and boosted the morale to a new height changing the hard fight from before to just a fight. The defenders looked stronger than ever.

This news however broke the betrayer's mind and shattered his beliefs. He could not handle or accept it, so he did the only thing that made sense to him and tried to attack and kill the Chief. And he would have succeeded if Rich Dirt wasn’t there. In a moment he was under his heel secured and helpless. He could not keep his mouth from cursing him during this revealing that he was the reason they were in this current situation.

The news of the dam camp being attacked was grave yet the news that in the mountains there was a path behind our current lines that apparently the rest of the enemy army was currently using to try to flank and attack their back was even graver.

They were currently winning the battle of the waterfall, but they had not yet won, nor will they win in a few moments. As Rich Dirt silently looked around at the battlefield, he quickly knew that there is only one option. All the goblins were currently occupied and pushing as hard as they could to try to defeat the attacking army so they could turn around and defend themselves, but he was free.

“Finish here as quickly as you can and then come and save me.”

Before anyone could register those words, Rich Dirt started to run towards the location of the suspected way that the enemy was going to use. Some wanted to run after him, but the Chief stopped them, instead he picked up a throwing spear and ordered all to use everything they had so they could quickly push the attacking army back.

It took 10 minutes of brutal war until the enemy army started showing weakness and beginning of breaking. Yet at that moment a war cry was heard from the mountain and soon the yellow glow started to illuminate the grey sky.

It had been getting colder and colder over the past weeks, unseasonably so and as the Chief looked at the golden glow pulsating sometimes stronger sometimes weaker, he notices snowflakes starting to emerge from the sky. The momentary break of seeing his golden glow of defiance brought out pure rage, fueling him and he started to throw spears faster and faster into the now wavering enemy.

This started the war cries of the defenders who fought even more ferociously. It was something that the attacking army could not stand against and slowly the front line started to buckle. The shield goblins noticed it and had their first opportunity in this war to use their training offensively. An order to prepare was heard and then the order to push came. The entire shield wall pushed driving the enemy army back a step.

Soon another one was called out and then another. The enemy army was pushed onto their back foot while throwing spears kept falling, now having destroyed most of the shields leaving most goblins still surviving without a way to defend themselves.

But even then, they were still able to hold on for another 10 minutes before they finally broke and started to run. Most of the defending army started to chase down and kill off as many as possible but some of the strongest quickly moved where Rich Dirt had gone to hopefully save him.

The golden glow was still present showing his survival, yet it was so dim now that it was barely noticeable. They run as quickly as possible to try to save their saviour the one that taught them how to be true warriors, true soldiers.

The group of nearly 50 goblins ran as quickly as they could following the mountain path that soon started to be surrounded by tall rock walls. The narrow pathway soon started to open up a bit but not by much and then it started to close up again where they could see Rich.

Beyond him was a horde of goblins pushing towards him trying to surround him. Where they battled the dead were the problem. So many had Rich cut down that they were fighting on top of a pile of corpses. One of the corpses was clearly recognizable as the main enemy commander and there was also a shaman’s head that had rolled a bit further away from the rest of the pile.

Rich Dirt himself was barely able to keep swinging his two-handed sword. His armour had been burnt and torn apart, no piece looked whole, and he was bleeding from multiple wounds. Somehow, he was still standing and protecting the path so no goblin could get past him. This gave the tired goblins a surge of stamina as they started running even faster soon overtaking Rich and ploughing into the enemies, cutting them down with every swing.

As Rich saw his fellow warriors run past he collapsed first onto his knees and then after a moment finally collapsed onto the ground completely exhausted and bleeding to death from hundreds of wounds. The goblins that came to save him quickly started to push back the enemy and after a bit of time healers that were breathless from their quick run started to treat the human as best as they could.

While the enemy was scattered the fighting continued for a few days more and when they learned that the dam camp had managed to successfully defend the dam, they knew that this war was finally over and that they had won.

Yet it was not time for celebration as the human was lying in his own healing tent unconscious and currently fighting infection. On the third day after the battle, the healers gave the good news that his body had started to win the fight and that he will recover.

After that news spread around the celebrations truly began. They had so much to celebrate. The first class a goblin had gotten in who knows how long. Their continued survival. And of course that the way the human told them to live was the correct way for their future.