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"How far is the nearest Dark Elf station here?"

"Run to the southwest, it's only two days' ride on horseback."

Dawei frowned and continued to ask questions.

"Where is the largest tribe here?"

"…I joined Kusais seven years ago, and only small tribes like us are left."

The grassland slave who had unchained came over and explained the current situation to Dawei.

The north, where they, the Mongol people, live, is in a state of chaos.

Humans, monsters, dark elves and everything.

All the large tribes that maintained order ran away, and the small tribes that had no food and could not move for a long time were unable to escape.

With the Golden Lake at their back, the Montu people control the few arable lands on the grassland and live a semi-nomadic and semi-cultivating life.

Large tribes have many horses and many soldiers, so they can move very flexibly.

As long as the small tribe leaves the coverage area of ​​Golden Lake, they will enter the vast plains and cannot rely on the lakeside rivers to avoid disasters.

“What about further north?”

"It's a truly wild place... full of monsters and barbarians. It's very, very dangerous to go to that kind of place alone."

Is the Dark Elf Empire in danger?

Who knows what the next cut will be.

If this place was three or four months away from where the dark elves were stationed, I would be able to rest assured.

But you only need to walk three or four days to encounter dark elves.

Besides... who knows what else the editor would have put in besides the dark elves.

Maybe some big tribe on the grassland will be cut into it.

"The situation is clear."

Pull out the spear stuck in the wolf's body and end the man's life neatly.

The seven people left behind a lot of supplies, tents, horses and weapons.

There is also a lot of plunder, food and wealth, and many necessities of life.

There's even a cast iron pot inside.

This thing is very rare. Even Dawei's original tribe used stone pots.

The processing method of most foods is also to grill them directly on the fire.

However, it is a bit strange that the iron pot here is so small.

"You can actually make such a small iron pot?"

"It wasn't made by us, it was made by the people from the Holy Mountain...The quality of their ironware is very good."

Short man?

If the dwarves found out, they would probably record it in the Book of Hatred.

Chapter 29 This is quite explosive in other places.

The Montu people are a miserable ethnic group, but this ethnic group is extremely polarized.

Since acquiring the farming skills of the River People.

Those who did not like the life of being displaced and driven by water and cattle began to farm.

The stable life makes them no longer worried, and the abundant food makes them not as cruel as other prairie people.

But all kinds of problems came with it.

They gave up riding horses to drive away the unimon, but their fighting ability on horseback was extremely low, although they had the spirit to fight with others.

But they cannot resist the plunder of other compatriots.

Those who were oppressed by hunger and monsters and suffered hardships were ferocious and fearless of death.

He will not hesitate to attack his own people for food.

"How did you get the idea to farm?"

"It was Shanyu who asked us to farm..."

According to what they said, he was a very ambitious Chanyu who united the Montu people and built settlements according to the methods of the people in the river.

Build towns and develop agriculture.

They rule their tribes in a semi-agrarian and semi-nomadic way and continue to expand outwards.

It is precisely because of this that they can fight against the dark elves and even control the original Kusais area to prevent those dark elves from entering the prairie.

And that situation didn't change until the Great Ice Season when Shanyu died of the Frost Giant.

That is more than 100 years ago.

"Then that's what you see."

"You seem to understand these situations very well, and you didn't even call the dark elf Pointy Ears."

Taking the toast and taking a bite, the rough texture and strong aroma of wheat made Dawei miss his previous life.

"I once served as the leader of Shanyu's caravan... and traveled to many places."

"I've been living on the grassland my whole life, and the creatures I've seen the most are the unicorns. Can you tell me about the situation in this world?"

Dawei wanted to know what was going on with the goblin that appeared on the screen.

There are obviously green things like imps, so why do we still need things like goblins that disgrace the scenery?

A middle-aged man named Li Qi brings memories.

Pick up a few small stones from the ground and play with them with the help of firelight.

He marked all the countries he visited and the things he saw on the map according to his memory.

"I followed the caravan along the Umo Gang route...from north to south, and from south to east."

The grassland is where humans live. He doesn't know how many people there are... but one thing is certain, their fighting power is the weakest.

Because they don't know magic, only the strongest ones can show powerful moves such as combat skills.

All the way to the south is the human realm attributed to the goddess.

There are many countries there, and they are all farming countries. They can use elf magic and use combat skills.

To the east are the dark elves, and to the east of the human kingdom in the south are the elven kingdoms.

Dawei listened to Li Qi's endless talk.

"What are the combat skills?"

"I don't know the specific situation...but I have seen Shan Yu's guards use it. It is a technique that allows people to use flames to cut through steel."

Ah, don’t tell me that this world is a copycat from Demon Slayer and the like.

Covering his head, Dawei asked another crucial question.

"Then do you know Goblins?"

"Gobulin... must be a goblin!"

Li Qi corrected Dawei's pronunciation, and then introduced things like goblins.

He has not been to that place.

But he understands the power and terror of the Goblin race very well.

This race inherited ancient heritage and quickly rose from a fringe race to become a powerful empire.

and controlled a large area.

They were invincible and all races wherever they went were either enslaved or killed.

"What I'm asking about is not that, but the habits and social structure of the Goblin race. For example, is this thing only male?"

"It is indeed the case."

"There are many races in the Goblin Empire. Goblins can become citizens when they reach adulthood, while other races are slaves."

"How is the Goblin's fighting ability?"

After drinking a few mouthfuls of blood, Dawei turned his head and continued thinking.

"We have never fought against goblins, nor have we seen any battles between them."

"But it is said that the reason Goblins are so powerful is because they can enslave their stupid relatives, the orcs."

The world is so strange.

"...Speaking of Goblins, have you heard the story of Big John, the Giant's Trophy?"

The Giant Trophy...what a terrifying goblin.

Dawei slowly shook his head to express that he didn't know. Li Qi took a deep breath to adjust his mood and spoke.

"In the third year of the New Calendar, I met Big John when I was still serving the caravan. He was a goblin, but he didn't have the wretchedness of a goblin. His eyes could see through the world of mortals and wanted to die."

"Just because the trophies of ordinary goblins are normal, and his trophy is a full meter long."

What kind of curiosity?

No, why is this guy's expression so strangely evil?

Although he felt something was wrong, Dawei still chose to satisfy his curiosity.

"why?"

"Because he was captured by a female knight of the Southern Puppet on the battlefield of the Goblin Empire's Eastern Expedition. He stayed there for 30 years before being redeemed by his family."

As soon as he finished speaking, Dawei fell into silence. He felt like his mind was going through some kind of storm.

"The pregnancy cycle of a goblin is one week, and it's multiple births."

A strange feeling made Dawei's brain run wildly.

"Impossible."

"Yes, although there are only male goblins. Goblins can be born from any race, but the only ones born from pseudo-goblins are humans."

"It's still a goblin child."

A strange twisting feeling made the corners of Dawei's mouth tremble slightly. He felt as if he had come into contact with the dark side of another world, which was still very cruel.

"It is said that...at least two-fifths of the population of the Golden Chrysanthemum Kingdom were born to him."

There was no suicide in this situation, this goblin was too strong.

The iron pot was boiling, and Dawei was silent for nearly a minute before he adjusted his mentality and put the dried meat into the pot.

The Mengtu people who had been released had found a suitable place to set up camp and then rested on the spot.

This is not far from their hometown, only five days away.

Their hometown is among a patch of reeds, and there are many vicious monsters living there, but they are familiar with the environment there and have already coexisted harmoniously with those monsters.

Anyone who does not understand the local rules will be seriously harmed if they enter the reeds.

"Then why did you run out?"

"Because of the screen that suddenly appeared...the wizard in the tribe predicted our rise."

What kind of reason is this.

Why doesn't anyone suspect that the thing is fake?

However, the lives of these people are very miserable and they are bullied by other races every day. Now the wizards in the tribe appear and tell them that together they will destroy the Dark Elf Empire.

No matter how you look at it, it’s very impressive. It’s a sign of renewed hope in life.

Holding up his cheek, Dawei was about to say something when powerful music sounded in his ears.

A strong sense of fuck came out.