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John shouted loudly, his voice echoing through the cave with undeniable authority.
"Yes!" the soldiers responded in unison, casting aside their unrealistic pity. They swiftly drew daggers or short swords from their sheaths and charged at the remaining Goblins. In an instant, the cave was filled with shouts of battle and the clashing of metal.
No longer needing to take action himself, John stood still, carefully observing several women within the cave. Each one bore a large belly, their eyes vacant and lifeless, as if they had lost their souls. Even more horrifying was the sight of their bodies, reduced to mere torsos, clearly gnawed upon by the cruel Goblins. Witnessing this scene made John's stomach churn violently, bile rising in his throat.
At that moment, John understood: this cave was not just a breeding ground for the Goblins; it was also the source of food for their newly born offspring—their first meal. The thought sent chills down his spine, deepening his hatred for these inhuman creatures.
With wide eyes and a flushed face, John let out a beast-like roar from his throat, his voice filled with rage that seemed capable of shattering the air around him. The short sword he had sheathed was now gripped tightly in his hand, swinging wildly.
"Kill them all! Leave not a single one alive! Let them meet death in the most brutal and bloody way possible!" John bellowed.
In an instant, the depths of the cave were drenched in crimson blood. Each Goblin's body was riddled with dozens of deep and shallow wounds inflicted by those merciless daggers.
As the last Goblin took its final breath, everyone slowly withdrew their bloodied weapons from the already mangled corpses.
Yet, even though the Goblins had been nearly exterminated, another pressing issue loomed before them: how to deal with the women nearby?
If they were merely facing a pack of ferocious beasts, perhaps sending them to their end would be the simplest and most effective solution. But these women had endured immense suffering; how should they choose?
John bit his lip tightly, veins bulging on his forehead. After a fierce internal struggle, he finally made up his mind. He stepped forward with his dagger in hand towards one of them and slowly brought the sharp blade close to her throat.
Just as he was about to plunge it down, he hesitated slightly, seemingly wanting to ensure that she would not suffer too much in her final moments. Then, with a sudden burst of strength, he drove the dagger straight into her neck until it hit the hilt.
Looking at her figure lying in a pool of blood, John took a deep breath and said solemnly, "Help them... perhaps for them, death is the true release."
Upon hearing this, the others nodded silently in agreement with this seemingly cold yet deeply compassionate decision. Thus, all the soldiers stepped forward to prepare for this difficult task.
In their daily lives, they wielded their weapons freely on the battlefield, taking countless lives. But today, as those rough and powerful hands gripped the sword handles aimed at those weak and helpless women, they suddenly felt clumsy and hesitant. The usual brutality faded away, replaced by an unprecedented gentleness and compassion.
Exiting the cave, John instructed several soldiers to find a way to bury this place.
Johnny hurried over to report his findings. "Sir! This place has many treasures; it must have belonged to past travelers killed by Goblins."
John interrupted Johnny's report and called for Master.
"Listen," he said. "Issue my first command to all our subjects: from now on, whenever we encounter Goblins, we must kill them if we can win. Our Salty Fish Village will not tolerate their existence."
Master didn't know what had transpired below but understood that whatever could provoke such hatred in their leader must have its reasons. He quickly agreed and promised to issue the decree upon returning.
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