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In front of us, this goat is different from the usual goat. It wears a unique headdress on its head, which can reflect a faint light even in the dim forest, as if it is the king of goats, possessing unparalleled majesty. Its mane is long and fluffy, gently swaying with the breeze, exuding an unyielding dominance, as if silently declaring its ruling status.
The gaze of this goat contains profound wisdom, seemingly able to perceive the fear and despair of the soldiers. However, it does not immediately approach, nor does it show any intention of attack. Instead, it maintains a distance, quietly watching the fallen soldiers. This behavior not only demonstrates its control over the current situation but also reveals an implicit majesty, as if silently telling the soldiers that although it has the ability to easily end their lives, it chooses to give them a chance to stand up again.
At this moment, in addition to fear, the soldier's heart also held a trace of awe towards this powerful creature. He realized that he was in an extremely rare situation, facing a being from another world that not only possessed great power but also high intelligence. The silence of the "King of the Goats" seemed to be waiting for his decision, whether to succumb to fear or to rise up.
The soldier slowly stood up, feeling a sharp pain with every heartbeat at the wound on his back, as if nails were being hammered into his flesh. Dizzy and disoriented, he tried to steady his swaying vision. When he finally stood firm, a scene that chilled his heart came into view—he was surrounded by dozens of goats, each one silently staring at him, their silent pressure heavier than any words.
The surrounding thickets seemed to be a dangerous hiding place, and faintly more goats could be seen moving silently in the darkness. Only their occasional glances flashed like stars in the night, silently watching the isolated human soldier. His heart raced, and overwhelming panic flooded his senses like a tide, but in this situation with no escape, he realized that resistance was futile.
At this moment, the soldier deeply felt true powerlessness, surrounded by these intelligent creatures, every step under their control. In this moment of despair, he was no longer the warrior wielding a weapon, but merely a prisoner awaiting judgment. His gaze fell again on the The Goat King standing closest, adorned with a headdress. The goat's eyes held no hostility, but were filled with a commanding dignity, as if telling him that even in this dire situation, the dignity of life still needed to be upheld by himself.
The soldier's already dilated pupils seemed to expand even more at that moment. The eyes of the goat in front of him suddenly became deep and filled with indescribable power, like a monster in the abyss, staring straight at him. An invisible sense of oppression instantly surrounded him, and he felt a cold fear rushing from the soles of his feet to his head, as if something was quietly moving in the depths of his soul.
The goat's eyes flickered with red light, like the most evil blood moon in the night, and this evil power penetrated the night, directly seeping into the soldier's soul. He felt a voice echoing in his consciousness, not heard with his ears, but reverberating directly in his mind: "Go back, humans! Return to your camp and tell everyone that the forest is not to be violated... We will attack you anywhere, anytime!"
This voice was full of threat and warning, causing his entire body to feel as if it had frozen. A fear unlike any he had ever experienced made his body tremble involuntarily. The soldier's heart was filled with despair, but at the same time, he understood the intention of the goat in front of him - it was warning them, telling the human intruders that the sovereignty of the forest could not be violated, and that any aggressor who entered this land would suffer merciless consequences.
At that moment, the soldier's spirit seemed to be completely conquered. He no longer harbored any intention of resistance, only wanting to leave this forest, filled with terror and the scent of death, as quickly as possible. He staggered and stumbled, carrying this ominous prophecy, and made his way with difficulty in the direction of the military camp, silently praying in his heart, hoping to safely return to the territory of humans.
The soldier's running in the forest was like an endless nightmare. He darted through the dark trees, each fall causing more pain, but the deep-rooted fear in his heart kept him from stopping. The night seemed thicker than usual, each tree like a lurking monster, ready to drag him into the bottomless darkness at any moment.
His heart pounded like a drum, each stumble and fall accelerating it, each time he stood up requiring more courage. He struggled to recall the route he took into the forest, the paths that seemed effortless to remember in normal times now appeared particularly blurry, fear and despair clouding his thoughts.
Finally, a faint glimmer of firelight appeared in the distance, like a beacon of hope in the darkness, giving him direction and hope. The soldier almost exhausted his last bit of strength as he ran towards the direction of the firelight. Along the way, his steps became heavier and heavier, each one feeling like treading on cotton, weak and powerless. But the presence of the firelight was like a guiding beacon leading him home.
When he finally reached the edge of the military camp and saw the familiar campfire and figures, an unprecedented sense of security surged within him. Almost instinctively, he stumbled into the camp, leaving behind the forest that had filled him with fear, and ahead of him lay the world of his fellow humans.
The soldier finally broke into the center of the camp, covered in mud and blood, with a pale face filled with fear and despair. He suddenly stopped in front of the astonished soldiers and the Sergeant, looking like a soul just escaped from hell. His breathing was rapid, his hands trembling uncontrollably, and then suddenly, he let out a deafening scream.
"There are demons in the forest!" his voice echoed in the silent camp, "They've targeted us! We're done for!" Every word of the soldier was filled with uncontrollable panic and despair, his eyes wildly scanning around as if the terrifying presence was lurking in the surrounding shadows, ready to attack at any moment.
The surrounding soldiers and sergeants were shocked by his hysterical behavior, and the military camp, which had been busy preparing for the night mission, suddenly fell into a dead silence. Everyone exchanged uncertain and astonished glances, not knowing how to react. Some began to discuss in hushed tones, while others showed fear on their faces, as if the soldier's panic had already begun to affect their psyche.
At this moment, the atmosphere in the camp became extremely oppressive, and the soldiers' panic and despair spread like a plague, even causing some resolute sergeants to feel a hint of doubt and fear, not knowing what kind of horror this soldier who had just escaped from the forest had witnessed.
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