My love game is too abstract.

Chapter 36 Goblin Great Sage

Yaluo stood up immediately, even more incredulous than when he first saw him.

Owen didn't express any surprise, just sat there quietly holding his helmet.

"You, you too," Yaluo said in disbelief.

"Yes, I am a goblin too,"

"Then why are you."

"Because I'm a goblin, I know how hopeless they are."

he said calmly.

Yaluo was startled for a moment, then slowly sat down and asked:
"What did you go through? Can you tell me?"

Owen looked up at the cave wall and said slowly:
"My father was a teacher in this tribe. He could read and understand human books, so he taught me how to read since I was a child."

"He hopes to change the Goblins' backward and barbaric racial characteristics through education. Because we are also an intelligent race, we should have our own civilization, rather than becoming green-skinned beasts who only know how to mate and kill."

"He taught the goblins literacy, taught them human history, invented more tools, taught them farming, and wanted to establish better systems. He also advised them to control their desires and avoid venereal diseases."

"But it's hard, right?" asked Yaluo.

Owen lowered his head. "Yes, his actions caused the Goblin King's displeasure. He originally asked my father to be his teacher to teach them human habits so they could better hunt humans, but he taught them more advanced ideas instead."

Owen's eyes flashed with intense hatred.

"My father was locked up and died in prison within a few days. My mother was also killed by them."

"I was the only one who escaped. Later, I met a group of adventurers. I tried every possible way to beg them to keep me and teach me skills. That's how I became who I am today."

"So you want to kill all the goblins now to avenge your father?" Yaluo said.

Owen was silent for a moment. "I used to think my father was right. I thought that through education, we could change the brutality of this race. But now, I think I was wrong."

"It is impossible for this race to change, and it is impossible for it to achieve civilization, because when the gods created us, they injected the genes of evil and tyranny into our bodies."

"If the world needs an absolutely evil race, it's the goblins. We were born to be the most disgusting and despicable beings. We will only leave the ugliest history in the history books of world civilization!"

Owen took a deep breath and looked forward. "So I've figured it out. There's no need to change anything for this race. Only by killing them all can we stop the seeds of evil from spreading further."

After listening to its story, Yaluo swallowed with some difficulty.

To be honest, it's a bit too heavy.

How on earth could a goblin have such a terrifying awareness?
He is simply the great sage among the goblins.

Owen took a deep breath, put his helmet back on, and stood up: "That's about it, let's go."

"What are you going to do next?" Yaluo asked.

"Go kill the Goblin King." Owen said, looking at the sword in his hand. "Kill him and avenge my parents first."

"You alone? You can't be his opponent, right?"

"It doesn't matter. I've already made up my mind. No matter what, even if I die here, I'm going to kill him."

"That won't do." Yaluo also stood up and said to him, "The Goblin King is also my prey."

Owen looked at him in silence.

"However, if you agree to give me his head, I can help you. You can kill him, how about that?" Yaluo said, extending his hand to him.

"Shall we cooperate?"

Owen looked at his outstretched hand. "Would you trust a goblin?"

"After hearing what you said so passionately just now, it would be a bit unreasonable for me not to believe it, right?" Yaluo said with a smile.

Owen was silent for a moment, then stretched out his hand and shook hands with him.

"Thank you for your trust, Yaluo."

"Ah, but for now, you have to help me find a dragon."

Charles slowly opened his eyes and found himself tied up.

He looked around and saw his companions tied up all around him.

“Here it is” “Ahhhh!”

The sudden scream startled him. Turning around, he saw that one of his companions was being hung up and having his stomach ripped open.

The bloody scene almost made him vomit. He suppressed his nausea and turned his head away.

"Char! Are you awake?"

The pastor girl beside him asked.

"Where are we?" Charles asked.

"Their kitchen." The pastor girl said in a trembling voice.

"They're about to kill us all. You better think of a solution. Don't you know crystal-level magic?"

"I" Charles was speechless and could only confess: "I lied to you. I, I actually don't know any magic at all, not at all."

"What? You."

"Wow, what a great harvest today! Eleven humans and a beautiful little girl!"

Three goblins walked towards them, one of them grabbed the priest girl's face and took a deep breath.

“It smells so good”

"Ah!" The pastor girl looked terrified and tried desperately to retreat.

A dull-looking goblin squatted in front of her and said shyly:
"Hello, little sister. We're going to pick radishes with you soon. You might be very busy in a while, so please take care of us."

"No, I don't want it!" The pastor girl was already crying and shouting in despair.

"That's not up to you! We've always done it this way: we kill the men and make jerky, and the women stay to enjoy themselves with us."

"Excuse me, could you please make her into jerky and let me stay and have fun with you guys?" Charles said in a trembling voice.

"Char, what are you talking about?" The pastor girl looked at him in disbelief.

"Shut up! Who the hell wants to play with you, you bastard?"

A goblin kicked him hard.

"Then let's start quickly!"

The three goblins turned to the priest girl.

"No! Please don't, even if you have to kill me, just don't."

"Wait a moment!"

Char roared again, and the goblin looked towards him.

Charles gritted his teeth and mustered his courage:

"Can you let me join one? Even if you tie me up afterwards, it's okay."

The three goblins looked at each other and said at the same time:

"You're a fucking beast."

"Char, you bastard! Are you a human being? What are you talking about now?" The pastor girl yelled at him in despair.

"I have no choice! I, I don't want to be a virgin before I die!" Charles cried.

"Who the hell cares about you?"

The goblin kicked him hard on the head and turned to the priest girl.

She finally closed her eyes in despair.

But a moment later, a stream of hot blood splashed on her face. When she opened her eyes, she saw that it was the young man who had been following the Dragonborn before. He pierced the goblin's head with a sword, and the hot blood splattered all over the ground.

Yaluo turned his head and said to her:

"Are you okay?"

(End of this chapter)