Adventures Of A Goblin

"bl...l...."

Elsa's eyelashes twitched severally before stammering words were forced out of her mouth.

"it is okay Captain, you don't have to force yourself to talk. Hearing your voice is enough".

Her body was greatly damaged internally, with some mild cut on her face that had turned white pale.

Blake could not stand to look at his captain who had always had around her, a strong form. He did not want to believe that it is the same captain he thought of as untouchable, now reduced to this form.

"HEALER MAGES, ANYONE!".

Blake turned his head in the direction where his forces are, calling for the healer type mages to come and cast their heal on Elsa.

He however, could not continue to call out to them after he turned his head in their direction, and saw what predicament they were in.

The Wyvern leader was mercilessly raining down her breath on them, sowing the seed of confusion in their midst.

Blake gave up on calling out to them, and carried Elsa on his back, making his was in the direction the city is located.

The one's dealing with the Wyvern leader might not be able to do much help in their current condition, but there has to be healer type mages currently at work inside the city.

Is Blake's thought as he ran his way to the city with the unconscious Elsa on his back, held tightly so she won't fall down.

"hang in there Captain, I will get you the help you need in time".

Blake legs were going as fast as it could with Elsa on his back. He controlled his breathing pace so he won't get easily exhausted.

He got to the city gate, and rushed past it, ignoring the ongoing commotion happening in his surroundings.

His destination is going to the shelter, a place built not too far from the city walls, in case of emergence of this magnitude.

After a long streak of running without stopping, Blake finally made his abrupt stop in front of a four storey stone block carved building.

The outside of the building is occupied with people with slight injury on their bodies, while there are those without any harm on their bodies, laid down flat on the ground, looking lifeless.

Blake ignored them all and hastily made his way through the entrance of the building, with his head turning around desperately in search of something.

The inside of the building Blake went into, was even more chaotic than the outside he was coming from.

Humans with much worse Injuries than what those outside were affected with, their cry of agony filled the air, and blood decorated the taste with its odor.

A lot of healer mages were running around, attending to as much of the injured as they can, but there was so little they can do by themselves, with the endless supply of injured people that keeps on coming through the door.

The healing process the healer mages perform is done by mana, and no matter how extraordinary a mage is, running out of mana for them, is the same thing as having all access to their healing skills gets cut off.

The amount of healer mages in the building is not enough to handle the bodily harmed numbers that keep pouring themselves into the building.

They cannot just stop treating the injured that are counting on them, but there is also not much they can do to stop themselves from running out of mana as along as they still keep on healing the injured.

Just as the people outside, getting chased around and some getting incinerated by the Wyverns, and the humans running for their lives in panic, so are the healer mages inside the building, also in panic of how to break the news to the people in need of a healing hand, that they are running low on mana, and will soon be drained of it to their last drop.

"ANY HEALER MAGE? I NEED YOU HERE RGHT NOW".

The place was extremely crowded with the Injured, and Blake squeezing himself through the crowd, yelled out for the presence of an healer mage.

The first floor was far too compacted for Blake to see a place where he can rest Elsa's body down while he hurriedly runs through the building to bring a healer mage that will start immediate treatment on her.

With Elsa still on his back, Blake started his climb up the stairs to the upper floor in search of a mage.

His thoughts were based under the assumption that the upper floor won't be as crowded as the lower floor, but he thought wrong.

The second floor he got on, was just as crowded and disoriented as the first floor he was coming from.

Blake did not bother stopping by to search for any healer mages, and he instead continued on his path to the stairs leading to the next floor above.

He got to the third floor, and felt a little relieved seeing that there were not as much crowd as the first and second floor.

In exchange for there being less crowd, the amount of healers available on the third floor are also limited, and just as occupied.

Reasons for there being less crowd, is because a lot of the people have trouble moving through the stairs while harboring an injury that proves fatal to their health. The highest many of them could get to, is the second floor.

Majority of the healers on the third floor had to move themselves to the lower floors to fill in for the urgent need of healers, to handle the swarm of injured that keeps on pouring in.

"Vice captain Blake".

One of the female healer who is slightly acquainted with Blake, saw him when he took the last step on the stair leading to the floor.

She hurriedly treated the patient she was working on before she ran toward Blake.

"Vice Captain, are you hurt anywhere".

She got to Blake in time, using her eyes to observe his body parts to see if he was hurt anywhere.

"i am fine, but the Captain!".

Blake said, with a worried and fearful tone, In deep thought if Elsa was going to be alright.