Byung wasn't holding back anymore and realized he had to make sure things worked out in his favour.
He knew this was a risk but he wasn't sure if this would be a cause for concern overall because this race wasn't the smartest.
However, he listened to what Borg had said and there was no doubt he had a hand in whatever was happening.
There was no way a rogue orc would be concerned with preserving life, otherwise it wouldn't be rogue.
If it stole the minerals, in itself it was useless, there were too many for a single orc to harvest.
Even if they did manage to harvest, it was only useful if there was a buyer.
He noted they were surrounded by orcs so it was literally impossible for this orc to leave goblin territory without being spotted by an orc.
There were too many inconsistencies in his story but this was proof no one took the Goblins seriously.
All they needed to do to deceive them was give surface information that sounded convincing, as the Goblins weren't known to dive deeper than they needed to.
Murkfang had left him in the room but not before having Borkle stand by him so he could retrieve whatever it was Byung needed.
Byung was about to get to work before the commotion outside distracted him.
Murkfang didn't respond to his proposal to make weapons or tools from ore.
They were falling behind and now this was further plunging their numbers into the abyss.
They had to get the other mine up and working but Byung had a job to try as much as possible to help them out with the special medicine he could make.
Byung had no plans of returning to that mine because there was a good chance he wouldn't make it back alive.
"What going on?" Byung asked Borkle, but Borkle remained quiet not because he didn't want to answer. Rather, he was engrossed in what Byung was doing.
It looked like witchcraft to him but Byung wanted to see what was going on outside.
Borkle stumbled forward to grab some of the grinded up flowers, he stared at it for a good second before tapping it on his tongue, unsure of the flavour.
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Drekk had arrived and the tension in the air was clear because he didn't come alone, every goblin he brought came with weapons in hand, ready to put an end to all of this.
Murkfang quickly intercepted him, wondering why he was here but quickly remembered there was someone who was leaking information to Drekk.
Even with that, the news had reached him a little too quickly because not everyone knew of Borg's arrival to begin with.
"D-Drekk, what are you doing here?" Murkfang questioned with a shaky voice.
Drekk had no reason to be here, he should be at the other mine to see how things were developing here.
"Where is the orc?" Drekk asked and Murkfang couldn't bring himself to oppose the goblin in front of him but he didn't have to.
The gigantic orc stepped out himself to see what the commotion was about, each goblin gasping at his sheer size.
"That would be me," Borg said boastfully, knowing if they should engage in a fight, there was no way this lowly creature could stop him.
Drekk looked at him from head to toe before a wicked grin creased his face, he was itching to swing his weapon at him and who could blame him?
"Why did you attack us?" Drekk asked right away but Borg raised his brow to mock him.
"That wasn't me. If I did, not a single one of you would be alive," Borg declared in front of everyone.
The goblins gasped, including Murkfang, because this wasn't the personality he displayed when he was talking to him.
Drekk didn't seem to react to this provocation, tapping the hilt of his rusted sword, as if he was waiting for the right moment to strike.
"It was a rogue orc," Borg added quickly upon sensing the growing tension.
"You suffer the sins of your kind," Drekk declared before finally swinging his sword but Borg caught it with his bare hands.
He was not only stronger than the goblin but the rusty blade had no cutting power.
The goblins fell silent, they couldn't believe what they were seeing because they never witnessed something like this.
"Is this how you plan to make me suffer?" Borg asked, dragging the sword towards him, Drekk along with it before planting a punch right to his jaw that sent him recoiling without the sword.
"Fucking disgusting rodent," Borg barked before dropping the rusty weapon to the ground.
Everyone looked anxious, all ready to attack and Murkfang knew without doubt this was an act of aggression.
But the way he handled Drekk so easily was a cruel reminder how much stronger the orcs were.
"I should kill all of you right here and now," Borg threatened and the goblins were frightened but something happened that even Borg didn't expect.
"You pack quite a punch," a voice said. They looked over to where Drekk had crashed and he wasn't knocked out from the force of the blow.
"Oh? You're tougher than you look," Borg acknowledged but the plan wasn't to kill him.
It was to show the goblins that even their strongest couldn't compare in strength.
Drekk dashed towards him but the way he ran was irregular, he was crouched on all fours and ran like a feral animal.
Borg was surprised by this for a split second because his speed had doubled but it wasn't something he couldn't react to.
Drekk picked up his weapon and suddenly jumped, his vertical leap made up for the height he lacked as he brought down the weapon from above like he was summoning thunder.
Borg, unlike before, didn't attempt to block this attack with his hand, instead moving out of the way.
He tried kicking Drekk while the goblin was mid-air but Drekk reacted well, stepping on the foot aimed at him before simultaneously planting his right foot into Borg's throat.
Borg felt the force, it wasn't as weak as the blow from earlier, this forced him to stumble a couple of paces back but it wasn't strong enough to make him go to the ground.
The goblins there were shook but that shock quickly transformed to cheers, the goblins had never seen anything like this and went crazy.