The Villain Professor's Second Chance

Chapter 120: Goblins in Winter (6) The Battle to Reclaim

The makeshift council convened around a large, weathered table, maps and notes strewn across its surface. Sophie, Victor, Lila, and the other leaders of the adventuring parties waited with tense anticipation. Dravis's eyes, sharp and unyielding, scanned the room before he spoke.

"We have little time," Dravis began, his voice a precise, low timbre that commanded attention. "The goblins have fortified their position significantly. They've set up watchtowers here," he pointed to several spots on the map, "and patrols are frequent along these routes." His finger traced a path through the dense forest surrounding the fort. "Their numbers are greater than we anticipated.

We must strike hard and fast."

Sophie leaned forward, her eyes reflecting both concern and resolve. "What's our approach?"

Dravis fixed her with a steely gaze. "We'll use a three-pronged assault. Group One, led by Sylvanna, will create a diversion at the north gate. Their goal is to draw the goblins' main force out of the fort. Group Two, led by Victor, will attack from the east, exploiting the chaos and thinning their ranks.

Group Three," he looked at Sophie, "led by you and supported by me, will strike at the heart of their defenses from the west."

Victor frowned, his pride still smarting from the previous encounter. "We need more details, Dravis. How do you plan on handling their leaders?"

Dravis's eyes narrowed slightly. "The goblin leaders are well-protected, but they have a weakness: overconfidence. They believe their fortifications make them invincible. We will use that against them. Sophie, your group will breach the inner sanctum where the leaders are most likely holed up. I'll engage the leaders directly, ensuring they can't coordinate their defenses."

Sylvanna spoke up, her usual lazy demeanor replaced with focused intensity. "What about the demonified goblins we encountered? Any signs of more of them?"

Dravis's expression hardened. "Yes. There are two more, possibly enhanced by dark magic. They will be formidable, but we have no choice but to confront them directly. Their presence suggests a deeper corruption that we must eradicate."

The room fell silent as the weight of his words settled over the gathered leaders. Sophie broke the silence, her voice steady. "What do you need from us?"

"Flexibility," Dravis replied. "The situation will change rapidly. Your groups must adapt to the unfolding battle. Coordinate your efforts, support each other, and follow my lead."

The leaders nodded, their determination bolstered by Dravis's cold efficiency. The council dispersed, each leader moving swiftly to prepare their teams. Dravis approached Sophie, his gaze intense.

"We move at first light. Ensure everyone is ready," he instructed.

Sophie nodded. "We'll be ready."

As dawn broke, the adventurers and soldiers gathered at the edge of the forest, their breath visible in the frigid air. Dravis stood at the forefront, his eyes scanning the horizon. "We move now. Stick to the plan. And remember, no heroics. Follow the strategy, and we will prevail."

The groups moved out, each slipping into the forest with practiced stealth. Dravis's group, with Sophie at the helm, navigated the dense underbrush, their footsteps silent against the snow-covered ground. The fort loomed ahead, its crude fortifications visible through the trees.

Sophie gave Dravis a questioning look as they approached the western gate. "Ready?"

Dravis nodded, his expression unreadable. "Let's move."

The signal was given, and Sylvanna's group launched their assault on the north gate. The sounds of battle—shouts, clashes of steel, and the guttural cries of goblins—echoed through the forest. The goblins, predictably, shifted their focus to the northern attack, leaving the western gate less guarded.

"Now," Dravis commanded, and Sophie's group surged forward, breaching the gate with swift, coordinated strikes. Goblins scrambled to defend, but they were no match for the trained adventurers.

Dravis led the charge into the heart of the fort, his twin swords flashing in the dim light. Sophie and her team followed, cutting down any goblin that dared to oppose them. The path to the inner sanctum was fraught with danger, but Dravis's precise commands kept them on course.

As they neared the central courtyard, a chilling roar echoed through the fort. Two massive goblin leaders, their forms twisted and enhanced by demonic energy, emerged from the shadows. Their eyes glowed with malevolent intelligence, and dark energy crackled around them. Embark on new adventures with m-vl-em,pyr

"Demonified goblins," Sophie breathed, her voice filled with a mix of awe and fear.

Dravis's gaze remained cold and focused. "Sophie, take the others and press forward. I'll deal with these two."

Sophie hesitated, but a stern look from Dravis convinced her. "Be careful," she said before leading her group deeper into the fort.

Dravis shows a sign of stopping when he hears her words, but then a smile appears. She couldn't see his eyes because of his hood, but she knew he appreciated her words.

Dravis faced the demonified goblins alone, his swords at the ready. The first goblin lunged at him, its claws leaving trails of dark energy in their wake. Dravis sidestepped the attack, his movements are fluid and precise. He struck with one sword, the blade cutting deep into the goblin's flesh, while the other sword parried a strike from the second goblin.

The battle was brutal and relentless. Dravis's cold efficiency was evident in every move he made, each strike calculated to exploit his enemies' weaknesses. But the goblins were powerful, their demonic enhancements making them formidable foes.

One of the goblins lashed out with a burst of dark energy, catching Dravis off guard. The force of the blast sent him sprawling, pain lancing through his side as he hit the ground. He forced himself to his feet, gritting his teeth against the pain. There was no room for weakness.

The goblins advanced, their eyes gleaming with malevolent glee. Dravis tightened his grip on his swords, his mind racing with strategies. He couldn't afford to be overwhelmed. With a swift, calculated strike, he drove one sword into the heart of the nearest goblin, its demonic energy flaring and then dissipating as it fell.

The second goblin roared in fury, its claws slashing through the air with deadly intent. Dravis parried and countered, his movements a blur of lethal precision. But he could feel his strength waning, the wound in his side sapping his energy. He needed to end this quickly.

Summoning the last of his strength, Dravis launched a final, desperate assault. His swords moved with blinding speed, cutting through the goblin's defenses. With a final, powerful strike, he severed the goblin's head from its body, its demonic energy dissipating into the air.

Breathing heavily, Dravis staggered back, his vision swimming. He pressed a hand to his side, feeling the warmth of his own blood. He had won, but the cost was high. He couldn't continue in this condition.

With grim determination, Dravis forced himself to his feet and made his way back to the others. He found Sophie and her group battling the remaining goblins in the inner sanctum. Her eyes widened in shock as she saw his condition.

"Dravis, you're hurt!" she exclaimed, rushing to his side.

"I'm fine," he lied, his voice cold and steady. "Focus on the battle. We need to finish this."

Despite his injury, Dravis continued to fight, his presence a steadying force for the others. The goblins, disoriented by the loss of their leaders, began to falter. The adventurers pressed their advantage, cutting through the remaining goblins with ruthless efficiency.

As the last goblin fell, a weary silence settled over the fort. The adventurers stood among the fallen, their breaths ragged and their bodies aching. Sophie turned to Dravis, her eyes filled with gratitude and concern.

"We did it," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Dravis nodded, his face pale but resolute. "Yes, but it's not over yet. We need to secure the fort and prepare for any counterattacks."

Sophie nodded, her respect for Dravis growing despite his cold demeanor. "You should rest. You're injured."

"I'll rest when the job is done," Dravis replied, his tone brooking no argument. He turned to the others, issuing orders with precise efficiency. "Secure the fort. Set up patrols and reinforce the defenses. We can't afford to be caught off guard."

The victorious silence was abruptly shattered by the deep, resonant blare of a war horn. Its ominous tone echoed through the fort, sending a shiver down the spine of every adventurer present. Sophie, despite her injury, snapped to attention, her eyes narrowing as she scanned the horizon.

From the treeline, a massive army of goblins emerged, their numbers seemingly endless. They moved with a disturbing cohesion, their eyes glowing with a malevolent hunger. This was no ordinary goblin horde; it was an organized, disciplined force, marching with the precision of a well-trained army.

"Form up!" Sophie shouted, her voice cutting through the rising panic. "Prepare for battle! We hold this fort at all costs!"

Sophie, standing beside the adventurers, felt her heart sink as she took in the sheer size of the approaching force. The goblins, bolstered by their demonic enhancements, were more numerous and formidable than anything they had faced before. Her mind raced with questions and doubts, but she pushed them aside, focusing on the immediate threat.

The adventurers and soldiers scrambled into position, their earlier weariness replaced by a desperate determination. Archers took their places on the battlements, nocking arrows and aiming at the advancing horde. Mages began chanting spells, their hands glowing with arcane energy. The melee fighters, weapons drawn, formed a tight line at the fort's entrance, ready to repel the invaders.

As the goblins drew closer, their war cries filled the air, a cacophony of rage and bloodlust. The ground seemed to tremble under their sheer numbers, and the fort's defenses suddenly felt woefully inadequate. Sophie glanced at the leaders beside her, whose faces mirrored her determination.

"Impossible..."