A few days passed, and Eryndor's hut door creaked open to Grimp's knock."Enter," Eryndor called out.Grimp stepped inside, his expression serious."Chief, I've returned from scouting the Dark Forest."Eryndor gestured for Grimp to continue."I found three other goblin clans in the western region," Grimp reported. "Each unique, each powerful."Eryndor leaned forward, intrigued."Tell me more."Grimp nodded. "The first clan is led by Shaman Korga, a powerful spiritual leader. Their clan, the Shadowhand, wields dark magic and cunning."Eryndor's eyes narrowed. "A valuable ally."Grimp continued, "The second clan is the Ironfist, led by General Gorthok. Their warriors are well armored and formidable in battle."Eryndor's interest grew. "A military force to reckon with."Grimp smiled. "And the third clan, the Paradya, is led by Archer Vexar. They're skilled archers, mastering ranged combat."Eryndor's mind whirled with strategic possibilities."Contact them," he decided. "We need allies a

Eryndor gazed calmly at the slavers. "Before we begin, could you tell me how to get to Kryptoria?"The burly man and his companions erupted into laughter."Look at this elf, wanting directions!" one of them chuckled.The burly man grinned. "You're on the right path, elf. A few klicks from here, you'll see Kryptoria's walls. Three silver coins for verification, that's all."Eryndor nodded graciously. "Thank you for your cooperation."With a simple wave of his hand, Eryndor unleashed his feral aura.The pressure pinned the slavers to the ground, their faces contorted in terror.They succumbed to fear, all fell unconscious and were out cold.Eryndor searched their pockets and bags."Now what do we have here?"His counted the silver coins which had the engraving of a dragon, and a single gold coin which also had the engraving of a dragon."Wow! That is a great haul! Three hundred silver coins. I recall that Adara mentioned that a hundred bronze coins is equaled to one silver coin, and one

Eryndor trekked across the Windy Plains, his eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of the wind-wolves' dwelling. He knew wolves often lived in caves, so he searched for any nearby.After hours of walking, he spotted a small cave in the distance. As he approached, he noticed wolf pups with shimmering silver fur playing outside.Eryndor's mission required ten wind-wolf hides. Using the pups as bait seemed like the most efficient way.He crept closer, trying not to startle them. The pups, oblivious to danger, continued playing.Eryndor swiftly grabbed one of the pups, its tiny body wriggling in his grasp. The pup yelped and whined, its siblings scattering.A ferocious growl echoed from within the cave, growing louder.Eryndor smiled grimly. His plan had worked.The Alpha wind-wolf emerged from the cave, its eyes blazing with fury.Eryndor held the pup firmly, his hand wrapping around its tiny mouth to silence its cries.The Alpha wind-wolf charged, its wind-manipulated speed sending dus

Eryndor arrived at the goblin village, tired from his journey. He could see the goblin village was still prospering even at his absence, truly Grimp was doing a wonderful job. The training goblins were happy to see their King return. He was their motivation.After having the usual meal of grilled meat and fruits, Eryndor summoned Grimp immediately.Grimp rushed in, concern etched on his face. He hadn't even known that Eryndor had returned."Eryndor, my lord," Grimp said, bowing.Eryndor nodded and then asked for a detailed report on the day-to-day affairs of the goblin village, which Grimp recounted, but then he hesitated when he got to a point. Eryndor could see the hesitation on his face.“What seems to be the problem?”"The elven army prepares to march against us," Grimp reported.Eryndor's expression did not change as Grimp had expected, rather Eryndor smiled.“I've been expecting that. It's not just the elves though." Eryndor said. "The human King has allied with them. Their armi

General Adolph stood, his face stern."Send word to the men," he ordered. "Eat, regain strength."A soldier saluted, stepped out of the tent.Barely a minute passed.Cries of pain echoed through the camp.A soldier rushed in, frantic."Your Highness, General, Lord Lyrien!" he exclaimed."What is it?" Princess Isabella asked, concern etched."Goblins, ma'am," the soldier replied."They're back."General Adolph's face darkened."How?" Lyrien demanded.The soldier hesitated."We were eating, sir... Arrows came from nowhere.""Many are dead, more injured."Princess Isabella's eyes widened."How many?" General Adolph asked."Over a hundred, sir," the soldier replied."Injured?""Double that number, sir."Lyrien's face fell."This is Eryndor's doing," General Adolph growled."We must act."Princess Isabella stood."Tend to the wounded," she ordered.Lyrien nodded."I'll mobilize our remaining forces."General Adolph's eyes narrowed."We'll pursue those goblins."The soldier saluted, departe