The Eccentric Entomologist is Now a Queen's Consort

The deafening roar that echoed through the goblin fortress stopped everything. Goblins who had been bustling around the fortress—training, patrolling, dragging prisoners—all halted. A tension filled the air, heavy like a storm about to break. Mikhailis, hidden behind a crumbling wall, peeked out to see what was happening.

His goblin form was still in place, but he felt the unease building inside him. He scanned the courtyard, his goblin eyes taking in the mass of goblins gathering towards the center of the fortress. And then he saw them—four Goblin Champions flanking a larger figure. They descended slowly from the higher level of the fortress, the very air seeming to shift around them.

The figure at the center was the largest goblin Mikhailis had ever seen, even larger than the Champions. His body was twisted and gnarled, almost like a wooden effigy, with dark, bark-like skin. A sinister black aura enveloped him, pulsating like dark smoke, shifting around his form like living armor. His eyes glowed with an eerie intensity, and Mikhailis knew instantly—this was no ordinary goblin. This was a Goblin Apostle.

So, that's the big boss, huh? Mikhailis thought, feeling a mix of fear and fascination.

He watched as the Apostle descended, his gaze never shifting, as if everything else in the fortress was beneath his notice.

But it wasn't just the Apostle. There was something else—something even more chilling. Behind the Apostle, a skeletal figure moved, cloaked in a tattered robe. The figure glided soundlessly, an aura of death surrounding it. It was a lich—a powerful undead sorcerer, and the very sight of it made Mikhailis's stomach twist.

Alright, that's a lich... definitely not what I wanted to see today.

The fear gnawed at him, a cold reminder of just how deep in trouble he was. He wasn't just stuck in a goblin body; he was stuck in a goblin body inside a fortress run by a Goblin Apostle and a lich. He suddenly had a strong urge to be back at the castle, lounging on a couch, reading a book, or just doing anything that didn't involve facing down creatures like this.

Yup, just give me a nice comfy chair and a warm cup of tea, please, he thought, biting his lip to keep himself focused.

He couldn't afford to let fear take over. There was no time for daydreaming. If anything, the presence of the Apostle and the lich made it all the more urgent for him to act—to bring chaos, to give Elowen and the others the chance to locate this fortress and take it down.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

He watched as the Goblin Apostle made his way towards the center of the fortress. Goblins moved out of the way, forming a path, their heads bowed, their eyes wide with awe and fear. The Apostle moved with slow, deliberate steps, his aura exuding authority. Mikhailis could feel the tension growing, the air almost crackling with anticipation.

Suddenly, something caught Mikhailis's eye—a flash of red among the sea of green and brown goblin skin. He turned his head, squinting. A Goblin Champion, different from the others. Its skin was deep red, and its eyes were fierce, filled with defiance. The red Champion moved to stand directly in front of the Apostle, its posture rigid, its hands clenched into fists.

Oh, boy... Mikhailis thought, realizing what was happening.

He could sense it in the way the other goblins reacted—the hushed murmurs, the looks of shock. The red Champion was challenging the Apostle. It was a coup d'état—a challenge for leadership.

The Apostle stopped, his glowing eyes narrowing as he looked down at the red-skinned Champion. The silence was deafening, the anticipation almost painful. And then, in unison, the Apostle and the red Champion roared, their voices reverberating off the stone walls, shaking the ground beneath Mikhailis's feet.

The goblins gathered in a rough circle, forming a makeshift arena around the two challengers. Mikhailis felt his goblin heart pounding, his small frame trembling. The two giants were about to clash, and he knew the display of power would be beyond anything he had seen in this world so far.

This is it... They're really going to go for it, Mikhailis thought, watching as the Apostle and the red Champion faced off.

He felt both fascinated and horrified. He wanted to see what these monsters were capable of, but at the same time, he feared what it meant for him. One misstep, and he'd be crushed beneath their feet.

The Goblin Apostle stepped forward, the black aura around him thickening, forming dark tendrils that wrapped around his twisted body like armor. The red Champion let out another roar, charging forward, its muscles rippling as it swung a massive club towards the Apostle. Experience tales at empire

The ground shook as the two collided—the red Champion's club meeting the Apostle's armored arm with a force that sent shockwaves through the fortress. Mikhailis stumbled back, feeling the rush of air from the impact. The goblins around them roared in excitement, their eyes wide as they watched their leaders clash.

Holy crap... Mikhailis thought, his eyes wide as he took in the scene.

The sheer force behind the attacks was terrifying. If he got caught in that, even once, he'd be done for. The Apostle moved with a grace that belied his massive size, his black aura absorbing the blows, the tendrils lashing out at the red Champion like whips. The red-skinned goblin moved with surprising speed, ducking and weaving, its club swinging with enough force to shatter stone.

The fight was brutal—a clash of strength and dark magic. The red Champion fought with a raw, feral rage, its attacks relentless, each swing of its club aimed to kill. The Apostle, on the other hand, fought with cold precision, his aura deflecting blows, his movements calculated. Dark energy swirled around him, the very ground beneath him seeming to wither as he moved.

Mikhailis could feel the ground tremble with each impact, the sheer power of the two goblins sending shockwaves through the fortress. He was both horrified and in awe of what he was witnessing. The power these creatures wielded was immense—far beyond anything he had faced before.

I need to move. I need to act now. Mikhailis thought, tearing his eyes away from the battle. The attention of the entire fortress was focused on the fight—even the guards were watching, their eyes glued to the clash. This was his chance.

He turned to the Goblin Champion under his control, the creature standing motionless beside him, its eyes vacant. The Hypnoveil's vines were still wrapped tightly around its head, ensuring it remained under Mikhailis's command. He took a deep breath, his mind racing.

Alright... it's now or never. I have to take advantage of this chaos.

He looked around, making sure no one was watching. The goblins were all gathered around the makeshift arena, their attention fully on the battle. The tension in the air was almost palpable, the roars of the goblins and the sounds of the fight filling the fortress.

Mikhailis clenched his small, clawed fists, a determined glint in his eyes. This is the time.

He turned to the Champion under his control, his voice barely a whisper.

"Follow me. And stay quiet." The goblin gave a slow, mechanical nod, its movements stiff as it obeyed. Mikhailis led the way, slipping through the shadows, his heart pounding in his chest.

The time to strike was now—while the fortress was distracted, while the chaos reigned. He had a plan, and he was going to see it through. He would bring down this fortress, free the prisoners, and find his way back to his real body. He just had to keep moving, keep pushing forward, and not let fear get in the way.

With the sounds of the battle echoing behind him, Mikhailis disappeared into the darkness, the hypnotized Champion following close behind. The fortress was a maze of stone and shadows, but Mikhailis moved with purpose, his mind focused on the task ahead.

Time to bring this place down.