Chapter 566: Goblin War (1/2)

Chapter 566: Goblin War (1/2)

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Instantly, the cavern fell silent as the goblins turned to face the unexpected visitors. Their eyes, filled with curiosity and suspicion, locked onto Peter, MJ, and Dumbledore.

"Looks like we've got their attention," Peter remarked, his voice echoing through the cavern.

Dumbledore, realizing the attention they had drawn, tried to shrink into the background, but it was too late. The goblins were now aware of their presence, and the cavern buzzed with anticipation as weapons were drawn.

MJ nudged Peter. "Should we tell them we're here to negotiate?"

Peter nodded his head with a smirk, "Good idea." He said as he turned to the bloodthirsty goblins. "Parleley, parlelellyleloooo, par le nee, partner, par... snip, parsley... what was the word again?"

"Parley?" MJ couldn't help but smile at her husband's idiocy.

Peter nodded dramatically. "That's the one. Parley! I invoke the right of parley. According to the Code of the Brethren set down by the pirates Morgan and Bartholomew, you have to take me to your Captain."

(A/N: Anyone know where that's from?)

As the goblins began to murmur among themselves, one stepped forward, his sword drawn. "We're goblins, not Pirates you nitwit!"

"Right..." Peter nodded, his tone depicting just how little he cared. "Anyway, can you call your king here already? I have a date to get back to, so I'd rather finish this war business as quickly as possible..."

"Our king doesn't have time for such trifles!" Another goblin shouted, a sneer across his little face.

"Eh? Is he that busy?" Peter asked tauntingly, his gaze turning skeptical. "I mean, how busy can the guy be? He's the king of a landless nation. You guys are practically mole people, living under other peoples land..."

The goblins, insulted by Peter's words and casual demeanor, readied themselves for an attack, gripping their swords as they rushed forward.

The first group of goblins lunged at Peter, weapons raised high. In a blur of motion, Peter sidestepped the attack, effortlessly grabbing a goblin's wrist and disarming him with a twist. With a dismissive flick, the goblin was sent sprawling into the rest, knocking them off their feet.

As the goblin army surged forward, Peter picked up a fallen sword and moved with inhuman speed, slicing through multiple goblins at once, spraying blood across the spacious cavern.

With every movement, Peter slaughtered dozens of goblins. As he appeared, they would fall like wheat before a scythe, each encounter a brief dance of death.

Sneering down at the poor goblin, the king snatched the head from his trembling hands, his eyes narrowing at the sight. The lifeless eyes of a fallen goblin stared back at him, a stark reminder of the defeat his forces suffered.

"The audacity of this human! To come into our realm and wreak havoc!" The king roared, his anger resonating through the goblin chambers. He hurled the severed head to the floor, where it landed with a sickening thud.

"Summon the war council! We will discuss how to handle this intruder. No one challenges the Goblin Nation without consequences!" The king declared, his voice echoing through the tunnels.

"Y-Yes sir! Right away sir!" The bloody goblin said and tried to leave.

But before he could take more than a few steps, the king suddenly reached out and grasped his head, his large hand squeezing his skull in a deathly grip. "Where do you think you're going? I wasn't talking to you..."

"Wait! Your Majesty, please! I'm sorry, I won't lose again, I swear-" The goblin pleaded but the king wouldn't hear any of it.

With a vice-like grip, the King squeezed his subjects head, which instantly popped like a fat water balloon, spraying blood and brain matter across the throne room.

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Back in the cavern, Peter and MJ waited patiently, unaware of the chaos unfolding within the goblin kingdom. The air was heavy with the stench of blood, a stark reminder of the brutal encounter that had just transpired.

Dumbledore, lingering at the edge of the cavern, watched as Peter conjured a makeshift seat for them to rest. The old wizard remained silent, grappling with the moral dilemma of the means Peter employed to achieve his goals.

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After what felt like an eternity, Peter and MJ sat in the cavern, planning the rest of their honeymoon in the wizarding world, the anticipation hanging thick in the air.

"We should get our own owls!" MJ said excitedly.

Peter nodded. "Sure, I kind of want a Phoenix though..."

Suddenly, the cavern trembled as the unmistakable noise of countless footsteps reverberated through the tunnels. Peter and MJ's spider-sense tingled, alerting them to the approaching presence.

Moments later, a massive army, at least five times the size of the one Peter had just dismantled, poured out of multiple caves into the cavern. At the forefront, standing tall and imposing, was the Goblin king, his eyes aflame with a burning fury that sent shivers down the spines of those who dared to face him.

Peter and MJ observed in silence as the newly arrived goblin forces took in the gruesome sight before them, the piles of goblin bodies, the blood-soaked cavern floor, and the lingering aftermath of a battle that had left its mark.

A collective fire seemed to ignite in the eyes of the goblins, a vengeful determination that painted the cavern with an ominous energy. The air crackled with hostility as the massive army, mobilized by the sight of their fallen comrades, glared at Peter, MJ, and Dumbledore.

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