Kadrin and Gnarlo had a slight limp as they walked over to have a seat on either side of Maro, who was drinking a beer. Maro pretended not to see their limp, let's hope no one brings it up out of deep shame.
"Hey guys, there's jerky here and beer…" Maro took a long drink, he tried to look as sad as possible, like he was in pain too.
"It's okay, we have whiskey" Kadrin pulled out a bottle
He drank heavily… passed it to Gnarlo.
Gnarlo drank a bit and as he was passing the bottle with one hand, with the other he fisted a Gnome handful of decapitated goblin dicks into his mouth.
Kadrin sacrificed himself to make the prank work, he threw up first… all over the table.
Maro started choking and coughing, he tried to purge everything so hard he became a bright beacon of holy light so bright you could not look in his vicinity. Gnarlo disappeared completely.
After a couple min of gagging on the floor and emitting Holy Judgment throughout his body, he finally settled down enough for Kadrin to hand him another bottle of whiskey.
"We're even now, that is the end of that!" Kadrin boomed, then threw his empty bottle on the floor and spit on it in fury
"Okay okay, I agree, this has gotten out of hand… Truce amongst our three races… alright lets see how we can proceed clearing out the sub floors now…and what do we do after…" Maro sipped
WIthout a second of hesitation Kadrin said "We are reclaiming it, I know all dwarves have a calling for their ancestors… worst case scenario, we ask some of the dwarven pirates to hold it for us until I can get more Dwarves down here, this place was able to sustain hundreds of thousands of goblins… the Aquifer here must be large and they have a way to source food as well…"
Maro nodded "There was a reason this was the last Bastion of the Dwarves… we're not to far from the fortress… maybe one of the famous underground roads could be recovered"
Gnarlo finally popped out again, not afraid anymore "Don't expect me to get another troll to guard this place too"
There was a sense of unease amongst the men, but at the end of the day, racism and alcohol brought them together again.
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The underground levels were more vast than the upper floors by far… they kept the same strategy as before but split into larger cohorts. Teams of 25 Amazons while the Trio just added Gurda and a younger witch to accompany them.
Surprisingly the number of Goblins underground was a lot more sparse… they were making quick ground… the hardest part was walking down all the stairs.
Maro was both scared off and attracted to Gurda… she was super muscular but she also kept a lot of her feminine features… none of the charm. Gurda would casually slap Maro on the ass, grab him by the crotch and lift him up…
Maro always rushed head first into combat to try and get away from her, but fighting just got her excited. She fought close to him as she was his Royal Guard Captain technically, in between crushing skulls, she would give him dirty looks. What had Maro done…
The younger Witch would act much better but even she would be inappropriate here and there, she tried casting charms on Maro to entice him to her… which made him fall in love with her… but Maro knew himself and would clear the charm with Holy Judgement… She kept trying, but only when Gurda was pre-occupied… the Ladies had a pecking order.
With all this going on, Maro was too scared to stop and rest… Kadrin and Gnarlo were sympathetic to him… for the sole reason that if he wasn't here they would be sexxed to death in a minute. Kadrin and Gnarlo were highly motivated for him to last and push through, they even gave him an extra share of their wine… not the whiskey though, they weren't sharing that.
It was far too quiet… and it got less noisy the further they went down… Maro was extremely on edge, danger always behind him but the quiet in front is what got them… thinking about everything that has happened before… how did a Goblin get access to blood magic anyways…
They passed by the floors where all the nobles and rich Dwarves were, still quiet…
They saw a grand doorway… Stone doors 10 meters tall and 5 meters wide… sealed shut.
Two boss fights in one place… Maro didn't like this… they almost died with the Blood Witch Goblin… he had to sacrifice a lot to kill her… he didn't want to do that again. Another boss only made sense if the Goblins were so scared of coming here.
They stood there contemplating on how to proceed, what to expect, creating back up plans and escape routes when Gurda walked up to him and put her arm around his shoulders… he started sweating… She leaned in to whisper… his hair stood up on his neck… "We're in no rush, lets have a bit of fun".
He was officially more scared of her than what was behind the door, he infused his axe with Holy power and smashed the door immediately. He saw some sort of figure in the middle of the room chained up and he immediately used Vanguard Charge.
The chains on the figure blew off and the entity was blown back and smashed into the wall on the other side.
Please be alive, please be alive, please try to kill us… Maro pleaded to himself as he didn't want combat to be over.
Be careful what you wish for because what stood up was a 3 meter tall, red scaled, black horned, original demon… they recognized its form from ancient depictions of them in various books and murals.
The demon brushed itself off as it stood up, "Thank you Human… its been a long time since I've been imprisoned here… feels good to stretch my legs"
The Trio looked at each other in fear, Gnarlo threw in a "fuck you, you piece of shit, mother fucking asshole, you don't stop fucking our shit up every single time" as he hit Maro in the nuts again before slipping into the shadows.