Adventures Of A Goblin

Orun was done punishing the Wyvern only after he satisfied himself by roughing up and disfiguring its face.

He raised his hand up ready to plunge it into the eyes of the Wyvern, but was forced to stop by the next speech that came out of its mouth.

"go ahead, kill me. My pack will not stop until they send you running away from here".

"you? I understand what you are saying".

The only people Orun has ever had a proper conversation with, was Miss Dragon, and the Goblin crew. The only reason he could understand the Goblin crew, was because he is a goblin and as such, has the ability to instantly grab the language of the Goblin race.

The Wyvern understanding Orun, already points to the fact that it's an intelligent monster capable of speech. The question is, what language is Orun currently speaking for the Wyvern to have understood him.

Speaking the Goblin language and the human language he learned on earth, to him, there was no such difference.

When he first met the Goblin, he couldn't understand them. But when he subconsciously learned the Goblin language, it felt the same as the language he was speaking back on earth. The wording, and the flow of tongue all felt the same.

'Oracle, what language am I speaking right now'.

[the Goblin language master].

'if it's the Goblin language, then?'.

"you speak Goblin? I don't get it, aren't you supposed to be a Wyvern? Or do Wyvern and Goblin speak the same language? Or maybe the monster race as a whole speak the same language".

[no master, I believe that to be false. Monster's language varies. while there are some monster language having the same similarities, majority of them have differing pronunciation and word spelling].

'what about a Goblin and a Wyvern'.

[their language are far apart from each other].

"and yet I have with me here, a Wyvern who speaks the language of a goblin".

He placed his hand on the Wyvern's chin, and used it to lift its head up.

"what are you, a goblin, or a Wyvern? Because physically, you do take on the form of a Wyvern, but linguistically, you are a goblin. Confusing isn't it? That makes two of us".

The tied up Wyvern said nothing as it continues to give Orun a cold stare.

"you don't want to talk? Fine, it's not like I was curious or anything".

Its a lie. He, more than anyone, wants to know how the Wyvern could speak the Goblin language, to know if there was a way for him to also be able to speak a language that does not only limit to the Goblins.

'Oracle'.

[if master wants to learn other languages, there is a need for me to read through the detailing of said language, only then can I input it directly into master's brain].

For Orun, learning the language of other race does not seem like a waste to him. Clearly, what led to him lashing out on the three humans he first saw, was due to the language barrier. Though there is a chance that even without the language barrier, the events that occurred would not have differ that much.

But going forward, he is bound to encounter all sorts of race, with several other language separating them. When such situation arise, in what way will he distinguish friend from foe, a race that wants him dead, and a race that seeks peace with him.

"It doesn't matter, I will just have to learn along the line".

Orun raised his hand, about to thrust it into the chest of the Wyvern before being interrupted by Oracle's calling.

'i am really busy here Oracle'.

[master, I sense the presence of multiple Wyvern's making their way toward you].

'friends of it, I presume'.

"i told you beast, there is no escape for you".

Orun turned his gaze around, in the direction Oracle had signaled to him that the Wyvern's were coming from. The Wyvern tied to the ground, saw Orun's expression and knew that he had felt the presence of its pack coming after him.

"you big dummy, who said anything about running. I have meat graciously making their way to me, so why in the hell would I want to run from that?".

Orun walked away from the tied up Wyvern, and over to the incoming Wyvern flying above.

He placed his two hands on the ground and waited for the Wyverns to come close enough to him.

"you think you can take out a whole pack of Wyvern? You will die before you can even bring down two of them".

With his hands still placed on the ground, Orun turned only his head toward the tied up Wyvern.

"you see, since i became an half spiritual entity, I have never once known what my limits are".

"i have fought with four Goblin generals who I find to be very powerful and scary, yet not even they could show me my limit. I fought with their king, and not even he could breach through my limits".

"though I did end up in hibernation for hundreds of years, but only after destroying two earth shaped largest continent. Can that be referred to as my limit?".

"yes, yes it can. But that was back then. After my Awakening, I have discovered that my power has grown far more than what I used to have seven hundred years ago".

"what point is there in telling me all this".

The tied up Wyvern asked, shutting Orun up and struggling to get itself free from the vines.

"my point is....., how far must I go for me to get to that impossible wall that can never hoped to be breached? Exactly what sorts of limitations are there for me since my Awakening?".

"these are all questions I must know if I want to keep on growing in the future. And what better way to test my limits by bringing down a pack of Wyvern who are capable of spitting out attack that could blow a hole through the cave?".

"this is madness. My pack would never come within your range so you can attack them. They will take you out from the sky where you will be powerless against them".

"don't worry. I don't expect them to come within my range of their own will, at least not when I can do it aggressively".

Orun turned his head back to the Wyvern who had almost gotten to him, and took a really deep breath in.

He released his mana into the soil, and activated his vine Elemental skill.

"whatever it is you are planning against my pack is useless. None of your tricks will work on them".

"why don't you sit there obediently and let me be the judge of that".

In the form of a stick, the vine sprouted out from the ground, then came several of it popping out from the soil uncontrollably.

The Wyvern pack from the sky, had sighted Orun on the ground. They stopped advancing towards him, and as a pack, they all released their breathe attack on him.

"Skill activation, Vine Flame Devourer".

Like falling stars combined together in lines, the Wyvern's breathe attack rained on Orun. And he responded by the sudden activation of his skill, the vines gaining a massive growth in sizes and heights, with flames coming out of all sides, it twisted itself together in droves like the mouth of a giant opened up and swallowing the rain in one gulp.

The vine shaped like a mouth with flames all around it, belched out the Wyverns breath it had consumed, turning it into mist and dispersing it in the atmosphere, robbing the Wyverns their sight on Orun.

The vines went further, using the mist to cover itself from the Wyverns. When it got close to them, It attached itself to the legs of the several Wyverns up in the sky, forcefully dragging them all down.

"what did I tell you?".

Orun says confidently, turning his head to face the tied up Wyvern who was shocked beyond imagination.