Adventures Of A Goblin

"woohoooo...., I am flying high up in the sky....."

Orun sitting on top of The Wyvern leader, spreads out his hands on each side with his moth wide open, and takes in the air stretching his face in weird positions.

After the vocal interaction with the Wyvern leader, Orun decided to spare them since they had done him no wrong to begin with.

The same way they harbored malicious intent against him at first, he also had the desire to feast on their meat upon first sight. So, that makes them all even.

In exchange for wanting to kill Orun, they decided, or rather were left with no other choice after being indirectly threatened, to temporarily accept Orun into their territory.

He also humbly accepted their invitation, with a request to add with it. To ride on one of the Wyverns back, which he currently is doing.

"this is the best. Getting to fly on the back of a Wyvern and feeling the air whooshing my body around, is the best feeling I have ever had".

Surrounded by Wyverns flapping their wings from all sides, Orun on the Wyvern leader's back, continued to enjoy his moments in the sky, letting himself free of all worries and basking himself in endless joy as the sun washes over him, and the sky gravitating on his body.

"i can't believe you guys get to enjoy this whenever you want while some of us are stuck on the ground".

"flying is not as enjoyable to us as it is to you".

"really? That must be because you guys are thinking of it as work and not utilizing the fun part of it".

Orun raised his body up, and stood on his two legs while still on the back of the Wyvern leader.

"what are you doing? You could fall if you are not careful".

"that's the plan".

He jumped off the back of the Wyvern leader and engaged in a free fall gliding.

"whoooo, whooo".

Orun continued to fall, with the wind stretching his skin into different forms. He did not at all mind the distance there was between he and the ground or what would happen if he were to end up falling flat on the ground.

Luckily for him, the Wyvern leader was able to swoop in under him, allowing Orun to land on her back instead of continuing to free fall.

"are you trying to kill yourself".

The Wyvern leader asked, after seeing the irresponsible act Orun had done, not thinking of what could become of him if his body were to hit the ground at the speed he was falling.

"relax. I have done this before when I was fighting with a nasty Goblin fellow. But I am surprised you came in to save me. Normally, I expect you to watch me fall to the ground to see if I die or I live on".

"that would have been fun to watch, but we are of a noble race, and our word is something we see to it that we abide by".

"wow, shocking. You should be glad your words is that precious to you because honestly speaking, I would have gut your throats out the minute I sense any ill intent from you all. I am the kind of a guy who hates it when people hate me, so I make sure to get rid of my enemies fast before they can even try to hurt me".

"so are you saying you were testing us with the stunt you pulled earlier".

"why dwell on the past, when we can focus on the present? The point is, you passed with flying colors. Besides, I actually wanted to try doing that for the fun of it".

Orun tactically snubs the Wyvern leader question, not wanting to answer to avoid sparking up some mistrust between them.

She on the other hand was very much aware that Orun's test is proof of the lack of trust he has in them, and that can be very understandable when one takes a very careful look at the kind of life majority of the monster kind lives.

"lord Orun..."

"no, just Orun is fine".

He prefers being referred to by name without a title attached to it. Not once has he ever done anything to place himself as a lord, so why would anyone think to call him that.

It should be more suspicious if one calls you a lord title knowing fill well how undeserving of it you are.

Being referred to with just the name, leaves room for equality to prevail and not a master servant bonding type.

"okay, Orun. I have been wanting to ask, what specie of monster do you belong to".

The Wyvern leader had been curious about this since she met Orun. A monster that speaks the language of the Goblin, yet does not look very much like the Goblins do. Height closer to the dwarves, yet does not have the dwarves body shape.

The most convincing part of Orun not being a goblin, is the amount of mana he wields at once.

Monsters like the Goblins, Orcs, lizardmen. They are all classified as low level monsters, and although, they do become powerful the more they age, their power is also distributed through their every evolutionary cycle.

The only way for a goblin to have as much mana as Orun does, is when the Goblin evolves to a race completely different from a goblin, a race belonging to the higher realm of monsters.

On a basic note, the evolution cycle of goblin kind of goes like this.

Goblin Cub, Goblin Kid, Goblin Teen, Adult Goblin, Elder Goblin, Ancient Goblin, and a transition into an entirely different race.

In this aspect, the race the Ancient Goblin evolves into, is usually an Ogre, then they follow through the Ogre evolutionary line and when they reach the end of the line, they take on a different race again.

Such, is the evolution cycle of any lower level monsters to becoming higher level monsters.

The Wyvern leader has lived a long lifetime, enough to know what a goblin evolution into an higher level monster looks like, and Orun appearance takes none of those forms she knows of.

Reasons for that could also be due to Orun being of a different monster that is not of the Goblin kind, a monster that is not so famous within the world and has not being widely recorded.

There is however, a small mishap with such thinking. If Orun does belong to another monster specie that is not widely known, then why does he speak the language of the Goblins and not his own racial language.

Also, the fluency of his speech is far too neat to picture him as a monster belonging to a side branch having slight similarities with the Goblin kind.

His short red colored body, and the long red hair tied to his back, with the horn protruding from his forehead, hints at him belonging to an higher level of monster referred to as Esu.

Legendary monster race who are known to be capable of rivaling against demon Lord's for power, and also the strongest race a lower level monster can have the privilege of evolving into.

The Wyvern leader does not believe Orun to be an Esu, at least not with the power he wields. It is true that Orun was strong enough to defeat all sixteen members of the Wyvern pack without straining himself too much, but the strength an Esu holds is far more competent to comparing it with sixteen Wyverns.

It takes a single Esu to bring down a whole kingdom full of humans. Not cities, but a whole kingdom. And that is just the tip of how much power an Esu wields.

Mere releasing of their Auras will render the Wyvern pack immobile with fear of their lives gripping their hearts. That is what an Esu is, and Orun although strong, those not strike the Wyvern leader as strong enough to be equal to an Esu.