Chapter 7
'Cortana, status.'
[*Beep* As you wish, host.]
[Name: Ragnar
Race: HobGoblin
Attributes:
Strength: 6
Agility: 10
Physique: 6
Soul: 6
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
Cla.s.s: Great Goblin Warrior
HP: 60/60 Experience: 0/100
Status: Healthy
Skills: Common Language, Close Combat(low)
Personal Abilities: Stealth Stab, Fire Strike]
Ragnar looked at his new status. His strength, agility and soul attributes had all increased by 2, while his physique had increased by 3.
While comparing himself to his tribe's Jarl Borg, he had an edge in the other three attributes, while both of them had the same agility.
'Cortana, why are my strength, physique and soul better than Jarl Borg, when we are both HobGoblins, even though evidently he has been a HobGoblin longer than me?'
[As I said host, due to having an AI Chip, you have gone an easier but stronger path to evolution. Your current Jarl Borg went through evolution in the most natural and primitive manner. His absorption of Biological Energy was not nearly as perfect as yours. I believe that all Goblins, have 10 Agility the moment they advance to a HobGoblin, and 10 is also the limit of all your attributes at Goblin and HobGoblin stage. The current Jarl Borg has trained, hunted and been in constant state of fighting to bring his other attributes to 5.]
'Woah, I love you AI Chip, buying you was the best decision of my previous life.'
[*smirks* yes, well done host!]
'I hate your coded personality though, my smart AI Cortana. If I was still living on Earth, I would definitely give an improvement request for this, anyway can you please a.n.a.lyse my small force of Goblins and give me their average status?'
[Yes, host. A moment, please.]
[Target: Nameless tribe's Goblin Hunting Party
Race: Goblin(Adults)
Average Status-
Attributes: Strength: 3 Agility: 5 Physique: 2 Soul: 3
Alignment: Lawful Evil]
'Woah, okay. Please a.n.a.lyse Rollo and give me his specific status with Experience.'
[*smirks* Your wish is my command, host.]
[Name: Rollo
Race: Goblin(Adult)
Attributes:
Strength: 4
Agility: 7
Physique: 3
Soul:
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
Cla.s.s: Goblin Warrior
HP: 30/30 Experience: 16/100
Status: Healthy
Skills: Common Language, Close Combat(low)
Personal Abilities: Stealth Stab]
'Woah, a normal Goblin requires a 100 kills to evolve to a HobGoblin!? That explains why our tribe has only one HobGoblin, because of the high death rate, most goblin would die before ever reaching the number of required kills. Those that survive and evolve would die in the fight to death for the position of Jarl Borg against the current veteran HobGoblin Jarl Borg.'
'Oh, I almost forgot but what is this Fire Strike in my personal abilities, Cortana?'
[Host, that is a natural magical ability that has been awarded to you by the plane for a perfect evolution. I believe this plane rewards all its creatures with a magical ability if they evolve perfectly.]
'Woah, tell me what it can do.'
[It is a magic attack skill awarded to you by the Plane consciousness because of your great affinity to Fire. Fire Strike creates a small ball of fire in your palm, allowing you to roast anyone who comes too close.]
'Perfect skill for farming the monsters of Nandini Forest for experience.'
After his conversation with Cortana, Ragnar grins while sprinting. It was common sense that Goblins have better night vision. Although it would be difficult to find prey using their undeveloped sense of smell. That would change with him around, his AI Chip's scouting abilities were unmatched in this forest, and his new magical skill would help them hunt easily but efficiently. Ragnar started grinning even wider with a bloodthirsty look, and started sprinting even faster.
"Move faster, brothers. Time to hunt!"
***
Three days have pa.s.sed since Ragnar started hunting seriously with his Goblin force. They came across a weird but wide variety of creatures while hunting in The Nandini Forest; Fighter Rabbits, Monster Ants, Packs of DireWolf, Bone Lizards, Bears, Large Centipedes, Kobolds and even Lesser Imps. Just as all the goblins of Ragnar's group had almost reached the requirements for evolution.
Ragnar and his group of Goblins ran out of luck and encountered an Orc Hunting Party of about 10 Orcs. Although Ragnar was able to know of these Orcs a bit faster with his AI Chip, his group of goblins were discovered by the Orc Group as well.
After 3 days of constant hunting, Ragnar and his group of Goblins were giving a bloodthirsty vibe. Staring at the Orc Group who were looking at them like they were prey, the surging thoughts within Ragnar's head piled up even further. Ragnar could feel a mysterious anger budding within him, a desire to fight simmered from inside him.
He looked at his Goblin brothers who have fought valiantly beside him for the past couple days, and shouted.
"I have decided. We are hunting Orcs! Let us kill them, and use their corpses as sacrifices to the plane, in order to help you brothers evolve!"
Ragnar then started to sprint towards the group of Orcs while activating his Fire Strike.
His small band of goblins shouted their own war cry as well, before sprinting right behind him.
"Gigireuk! For Ragnar! For Goblins!"