'White Lion Blessing…'
Goblins were interesting creatures.
Besides their chieftain, they would often direct their beliefs in 'spirits'. Perhaps it was due to their mana sensitivity, or perhaps it was an innate instinct. Yet, most large-scale tribes would have a spirit.
The White Lion Tribe was no exception.
As Gurk and Gobnir approached the centre of the tribe, they were greeted by an unusual sight. Most of the tribe had gathered in the center. Grunty was truly staking it all on this operation.
Not all goblins could fight. Those from the 6th and 7th generations were mainly children, incapable of hunting, much less fighting or killing. In that sense, Gurk and Gobnir were exceptions.
They would contribute to the village in other ways. Some would tend to the rabbit farm. Others would reinforce the walls, or gather wood from the bottom of the mountain. The oldest, would often try to hunt or capture more rabbits.
Yet, those goblins had all gathered. They had gathered in front of the fire that never dies. In the white flames, Gurk could see the shape of a white lion. Proud…but weak.
[White Lion Spirit – Lv. 12 (D)]
It was a Lv. 12 Spirit. Although they were the 7 generations of the White Lion Tribe, it was only by Goblin's standards. The tribe was most likely less than ten years old. If you considered time to birth a spirit, it was probably only 4 or 5 years old.
"Move forward and receive the White Lion Blessing!", Grunty shouted, "We have used a lot of materials for this ceremony. Be proud, warriors, for today, we hunt!"
Gurk nodded.
It was just a goblin tribe, but his heart was excited.
Up until now, he had merely been training and hunting. This was going to be his first fight.
Back when he was human, he did not look forward to battles.
However, he was now excited. He could see himself charge straight into an army.
'Damn…I am turning into a goblin', he thought, pinching himself back into reality, 'I am not goblin, I am Yeol Park. A human swordsman in a goblin's body. I need to think like one if I don't want to end up dead. The odds are not in our favour'
As he approached, he could feel the elite warriors size him up, and nod in approval. Even Grunty, who recognised the two young goblins, nodded. The muscles, the calluses on their hands, even their wooden sticks looked dangerous…for newborns, that is.
To receive the White Lion Spirit Blessing was quite straightforward. They only needed to bow to it, and a flame would enter their body. It was usually reserved as a rite of passage upon becoming a warrior, but Grunty thought wise to offer it to all goblins who were going to partake in the war.
Gurk looked at the White Lion Spirit, which looked back into his eyes.
And something unexpected happened.
"You…you can see me?", the spirit spoke
Gurk looked around him, yet no one seemed to have heard it.
He nodded, so as not to raise suspicions.
The White Lion Spirit laughed: "Amusing…I bless you, my child. Let's talk more after this battle…"
A familiar, mechanical voice followed
[You have received the [White Lion Spirit Minor Blessing]. Strength, Agility and Vitality are increased by 2 points, permanently]
[Name – Gurk (Yeol Park) | Lv. 6 Goblin (10 / 150 EXP) [E]
Attributes:
Strength: 10 (↑) | Agility: 12 (↑) | Vitality: 10 (↑)
Perception: 9 (↑) | Mana: 2 | Charisma: 2
Perks: Goblin Eyes (Nocturnal Vision) [E], Wilderness Instinct [E]
Skills: Swordsmanship (D)
Items: Wooden Stick (F)]
He had grown slightly stronger. Gurk was even more confident in surviving, now.