My Girlfriends Are Hardcore Yanderes - Chapter 126

Chapter 126: Wrong Choice
Asher kept his gaze steady, his face calm. He hadn’t caused the explosion, but the timing made it look suspicious.

His plan had been simple—get the information, grab the map, and leave. But now, with the explosion echoing in the distance, it made things more complicated.

The elder with the bear-like appearance, who had barely moved before, now gripped his staff tightly. His eyes never left Asher, the suspicion in his gaze growing deeper. The giant’s hand rested on the jagged tip of his staff, his knuckles white from the tension.

“The timing is suspicious,” the large bear rumbled.

“I didn’t cause the explosion. You have every right to question me, but I’m being honest.” He paused, allowing the words to sink in.

Asher’s words lingered, the room falling silent under the weight of his statement.

Before anyone could speak further, the door to the room flew open. A man with dog-like features, wearing leather armor, rushed inside, gasping for air as he stumbled to a stop.

“Bad news!” he panted, his voice tight with panic. “We’re being attacked by a stampede of goblins!”

The room went still. The tension shifted instantly, replaced by a sense of danger.

“Where are they?” Nyra demanded, her voice no longer calm but filled with urgency.

The guard took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. “They’re coming from the northern entrance. The number is in the thousands. They’re already close.”

The rest of the elders didn’t waste any time. They moved quickly, heading out to control the situation.

Nyra, however, paused before Asher.

“Please, sorcerer, leave this place. You have what you want. Now, go.”

Asher stood still, surprised by the request. He met her eyes, seeing the urgency in them.

The last thing she wanted was to have an unknown variable involved in the chaos that was about to unfold.

“I can help,” he offered.

She shook her head. “No. This is not your fight. We don’t need more trouble than what’s already coming.”

“Suit yourself, ” Asher didn’t argue any further. He had done his part by offering assistance, and that was enough. If they didn’t want him involved, that was their choice.

Now, no matter what happened to this town or the people inside, he no longer had any connection to it.

He turned away and left the place. The sounds of the army of monster approaching echoed in his ears, but it no longer mattered to him.

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The air was thick with the sickening sound of blades slicing through flesh, the wet slap of steel meeting bone, and the sickening thud of skulls being crushed under heavy blows.

Snarls and growls mingled with the wet gurgles of dying goblins, their blood staining the ground.

But the monsters weren’t the only ones falling.

More and more beastkin were cut down, their bodies left to rot in the growing sea of carnage. It wasn’t because they were weaker, but because they were overwhelmed by the sheer number of monsters—thousands, maybe even more.

Driven by hunger and cruelty, the goblins tore into the corpses, ripping at the flesh and limbs to satisfy their vicious nature.

The horrible sight of their comrades being torn apart filled the survivors with fear, and their determination began to waver.

Fortunately, more experienced warriors arrived to strengthen the defense. These figures skillfully used the length of their spears to their advantage, keeping the goblins at bay.

Among them were even more powerful fighters, capable of taking on multiple opponents at once, pushing back the tide of enemies.

Then, more archers took their positions, firing arrows with precision.

Using the hanging bridges as vantage points, they had a clear view of the battlefield below, allowing them to pick off targets one by one.

Their increased firepower quickly boosted the killing rate, thinning the ranks of the monsters.

Unfortunately, it was not enough.

The tide kept coming, their numbers swelling like a flood.

And just as they thought that this could not get worse, they heard a sharp sound from one of their own.

“Hobgoblins!”

A cry rang out from one of the high platforms, stopping the archers. They scanned the battlefield, seeing a new wave of enemies emerging from the trees to the north.

These were different—larger, stronger, and better organized.

The beastkin commanders exchanged worried looks. Hobgoblins were much tougher, their heavier armor and sharper weapons designed to withstand a lot of damage. They were a serious threat.

“EEEEK!”

The first one charged forward, his axe swinging down with a whooshing sound. The beastkin warriors met him with all their strength, but their blows barely scratched his thick armor.

Still, using their strategy and superior weapons, they pressed on.

They adapted quickly, pouring hot oil over the hobgoblin’s path from the hanging bridges, catching them off guard

The scalding liquid slowed the monsters down, and together with their coordinated attacks, the beastkin managed to take out more enemies.

For a moment, it seemed like they had the upper hand. The goblins and hobgoblins started showing more mistakes.

But then, a deep, booming roar shook the ground beneath them. The earth trembled as the hobgoblin chief emerged from the treeline.

Larger and more terrifying than the others, it loomed at 18 feet tall, its green, scarred skin stretched tight over powerful muscles. The armor, decorated with the skulls of fallen enemies, gleamed darkly in the night.

“RARRRR!”

The soldiers and guards barely had time to react when the chief suddenly waved his axe, cleaving through their lines and cutting down five warriors in an instant.

“Fall back!” one of the commanders shouted. “We can’t hold him!”

But it was too late. The hobgoblin chief charged forward with his horde following, and the beastkin forces began to crumble under the overwhelming assault.

The archers fired arrow after arrow, aiming to stop the horde and take down as many as possible.

But every time the hobgoblin chief swung his axe, a fierce gale was created, sending the arrows off course before they could reach their target.

Things were not looking good for them at all.

Back in the inner part of the town, the civilians huddled together, fear written on their faces as they watched the incoming monsters walked closer.

No matter how they looked at it, it was clear—they were completely outnumbered and outmatched. The sounds of battle grew louder, and the hope of survival started to fade with every passing moment.

“Where is he?” Ava asked Nyra, her voice breathless. “He could save us all!”

This bold statement made the other civilians look up, hope flickering in their eyes.

They remembered that a powerful sorcerer was in town—one who could defeat hundreds of monsters in seconds.

“He’s gone. I told him to leave,” Nyra responded.

“What? Why?” Ava’s voice rose in fury.

“Because he’s dangerous,”

“Are you out of your mind? Do you think someone like him is more dangerous than that?” Ava shouted, pointing to the incoming horde.

Nyra’s face turned pale, and regret filled her. She scolded herself for sending him away.

If she had known this wasn’t just a simple attack, she would have begged him to stay and save them. But it was too late now.