Goblin Slayer Quotes

The imagination is a weapon. Those who don't use it die first.

Imagination is a weapon, too.” With those words, Goblin Slayer readied another arrow. “Those without it are the first to die.

Now just hand out a little oracle to some heretic sect, and it’ll be perfect!

Goblins had only the wits, strength, and physical size of small children. Then again, that’s another way of saying goblins were every bit as smart, strong, and quick-witted as children.

High Elf Archer: More and more demons have appeared near the capital lately, as I’m sure you know. Goblin Slayer: I do not. High Elf Archer: It’s due to the revival of the Dark Gods. They’re building an army to destroy the world! Goblin Slayer: I see. High Elf Archer: …And we were hoping… with your help… Goblin Slayer: Find someone else. I hunt goblins or nothing.

Foolish mortals…!” The voice creaked like a dry branch, a sound a human most likely couldn’t make. The figure was wasted and bent and looked as if it were standing in a swamp. In its knobbed fingers, it clasped a staff that appeared as old as its hands. Below its coat, a spirit flame burned. The man, the indisputable image of an evil wizard, spat at the hateful adventurers: “How I loathe any who would interfere with my pl—!” But he was cut off before he could finish. A sword. A crude, mass-produced sword of a strange length sliced through the air, its aim true, and pierced the wizard’s chest. He let out a gurgle, then fell to the ground, clawing at his throat. “Hey, hey, you could at least let him finish.

Sure, sure. By the way, if you want, we have sausages with herbs in them, too.” “Ah, herbs, you say?” “And others with cartilage…” “Indeed!” “Plus some stuffed with cheese!” “Oh, my!” Needless to say, his eyes had never sparkled brighter.

After all, if adventuring was a day’s work for an adventurer… “Goblins’ numbers are their only strength. Only an amateur leader would divide them.” …then slaying goblins was a day’s work for Goblin Slayer. “And we’re going to teach them that firsthand.

You sound like you’re going to go out there alone.” “I am.” The elf’s frown said, You’ve got to be kidding. The lizardman made an intrigued noise. “This is only my humble observation, but that esteemed acolyte of the Earth Mother is a party member of yours, is she not, milord Goblin Slayer?” “You’re going to take them on alone?” the elf said. “Are you insane?” Goblin Slayer stopped and exhaled slowly. “Yes.” And without another word, he walked out of the meeting room. Which question he had meant to answer, they could not tell. There was no way they could know.

Now she understood the Guild receptionist’s ambiguous expression. Yes, goblins were weak. Their party of eager adventurers—their Warrior, their Wizard, their Fighter—had known that. Goblins were about as large and smart and strong as a human child. Just as they’d heard. But what happened when children took up weapons, plotted evil, sought to kill, and traveled in packs ten strong? They hadn’t even considered it. Their party was weak, inexperienced, unfamiliar with combat, had no money nor luck, and most importantly, they were overwhelmingly outnumbered. It was a common mistake, the kind you hear about all the time.

Sword Maiden found herself clawing at her generous chest. It was not pure or becoming. But she had never imagined a day like this would come. She had never imagined that she would once again be able to feel these feelings. She had thought them forever beyond her grasp, but now she clung to them. It was nothing. A broken woman had talked to a broken man. Nothing more than that. But now she knew the truth of the warmth that blossomed in her chest. It was a long-smoldering spark, unexpectedly fanned into a raging flame. Perhaps it could be compared to a hearth shared with another person: all things well, no cares, a peaceful sleep.

Yes. Let's prance into a dungeon, probably under-leveled and definitely unprepared. Just pretend Like you haven't seen the first episode of Goblin Slayer.

To judge others invites judgment upon oneself,” the lizardman said. “For if you insult one cleric, you have insulted them all.