FAULT ; ARTIFACT

chapter 112

Before Yura had time to finish, the goblin appeared on the threshold and began sniffing suspiciously. The young man, more out of fright than according to plan, threw a makeshift lasso at the enemy's head. And hit! Whether driven by luck, or maybe a small distance and calculation, but rather both, the ring passed the target's head and landed on the shoulders of a green humanoid.

The goblin turned around in fear and met his eyes. In the eyes that were much larger than human, fear and indignation were read. Realizing that it smells like a goblin-kaput, the monster reached out with his fingers to the rope, but Yura did not doze off and already began to wind the cord around his elbow, tightening the noose around the prey's neck.

Alas, things did not go at all as tactical fantasy had drawn. The goblin, having managed to put his fingers under the rope, tried to throw it off. It did not work out, since she had already closed enough on his thin neck, and there was some tension. In Yura, from f