Forests Don't Support Idle Goblins

God-level?

Charles asked in bewilderment, "The quality of the equipment we had before was either rough or ordinary, but now, after changing to a different treasure room, it's skyrocketed to god-tier. Is the quality really that high?"

Goblin, is this the surprise you gave me?

Sorry, I was speaking too loudly earlier.

He stroked the palm-sized hemisphere, the feeling of intimacy growing stronger, but the last sentence on the panel kept challenging his reason.

In mythology, after the creator god created the world, he fell into a deep sleep. Before falling asleep, he commanded his four children to watch over the world, and from then on, the world began to worship the Four Pillar Gods.

Over thousands of years of evolution, four major churches gradually formed, spreading throughout various kingdoms.

People generally believe in one of the gods, like the Shire family, who were originally followers of the god of night and fate.

"But 'beyond the gods' is a bit beyond the scope of what's expected," Charles said, holding the hemisphere in his hand.

If you stop someone on the street and tell them you have a way to surpass the gods, they will definitely curse you for defying the heavens.

Because everyone believed that gods were eternal, immortal, and supreme.

Therefore, the "we" in the notes are an incredibly powerful entity.

But we still haven't heard of anyone surpassing them, which means "we" are all dead.

Who were they, and why did they leave no name in history? Charles stared at the hemisphere in his hand, feeling as if he had already stepped into a storm vortex.

Unfortunately, his history grades were too poor. The person he remembered most likely to answer this question for him, that black-haired, purple-eyed girl, should be far away in the capital, surrounded by admirers.

"Who cares who it is, it can't be a goblin anyway." Sharl stuffed the god-level gadget into his tattered pants pocket. "Besides, it's a useless thing."

"We can only hunt with those few short swords and spears, but if we coordinate well, we can still make a difference."

"Cooperate." Charles sighed as soon as he thought of the word, rubbed his face back and forth with his hands, and then began to scratch his scalp.

"It's too difficult." He would rather go back to explaining PPTs to his old clients and answering their tricky questions than face a dozen goblins, each with their own ideas.

You need to arrange their positions, tell them the order of attack, and how to deal with the prey's resistance, especially to avoid playing a race where everyone scatters.

It's like you enter a large room with a group of children playing with their toys, and your task is to lead them in a synchronized dance. You then discover just how divergent human thought can be.

Goblins are similar, the only difference being that they are all green-skinned.

"What a hassle, I wonder how many brain cells I'll lose." Charles turned and walked out of the cave.

"Even if it's troublesome, we have to train them. They're all my lovely subordinates, and they're all fighting force no matter what. If they're trained well, they might have amazing effects."

Outside the cave, the Nightmare Forest is lush and green, quiet and mysterious.

Sunlight filtered through the leaves, and the occasional birdsong broke the silence.

A dozen or so goblins lay comfortably on the open ground.

Some were grooming themselves and catching insects, some were sitting cross-legged and picking at their toes, and some had already started snoring.

Seeing such a heartwarming scene, Charles walked over happily, smiled, and shouted, "Get up, all of you!"

He yelled at his men and started assigning them tasks.

Six animals were sent to cut down ten tree trunks, each as thick as an adult's calf. They were carried back, sharpened at one end, and then stuck into the entrance of the burrow to defend against wild animals.

Three of them went to clean the burrow, throwing away all the filth and garbage inside. After the cleaning was finished, Shire would also smoke out the burrow to kill the insects.

The three who had feigned surrender were ordered by Shire to carry the goblin bear and the unfortunate dead to a distant place and bury them.

After these things were done, all the goblins went to the river to bathe.

From now on, Shire will not sleep in the goblin's "bedroom". After his subordinates clean it up, they can sleep there. He plans to live alone in the storage room. Anyway, the cave is more than ten square meters, which is enough for him to sleep in.

Lighting a campfire in the hall can effectively scare away wild animals.

Then, he took the red-eyed and buck-toothed men with him to patrol the hunting grounds, and incidentally removed the head markers.

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Scarface parted the branches, and a bird's nest appeared before him.

There were four eggs, each about the size of a thumb, inside the nest.

He chuckled as he picked up the bird's nest, while simultaneously using one hand to shoo away the female bird that was incubating the eggs.

He didn't manage to get much of the wild boar soup at noon, so he's taking advantage of burying the bear goblin's corpse to slack off and look for food.

He slid down the tree trunk, trying his best to keep the bird eggs intact.

Scarface found the new leader very strange.

In his worldview, the bear goblin was almost twice the height of Sharl, and there was no way Sharl could kill him.

He had seen the bear goblin swing a hammer at goblins before, sending them flying as far as he was, as far as the big tree in front of him.

But Sharl killed the goblin bear in a very simple way, which he couldn't understand.

However, he also felt that the new leader was only 1.3 meters tall, and he could defeat him as long as he ate his fill. Once he killed him, he would be the new leader, and he could eat the food from the big pot first, while the other goblins would have to wait until he was full.

Moreover, the new leader also wants to lead people to remove the head markers from the edge of the hunting grounds, so that everyone will have nowhere to find food in the future.

The rule passed down from the goblin ancestors is that everyone has to work instead of sleeping in the afternoon, and lie down after lunch. Even the bear goblins have never violated it.

"The new leader is an idiot." Scarface was certain of it, inwardly thinking that Ciel was not fit to be a ruler.

He grabbed two bird eggs and was about to put them in his mouth when he suddenly stopped, remembering that he had been captured by Xia Er and his men when he was looking for bird nests.

Scarface hunched his neck, glancing around furtively. Seeing no one around, he immediately stuffed the bird egg into his mouth, swallowing it whole without chewing it.

Just as he was about to grab the remaining two bird eggs, he found himself choking.

Scarface frantically pounded his chest, jumped around, and tried to clear his throat, but to no avail.

During this time, he held onto the bird's nest tightly with his other hand to make sure that the remaining eggs inside did not fall to the ground.

Feeling increasingly difficulty breathing, Scarface frantically paced around, searching for the other two goblins to help him, forgetting that he had deliberately wandered far away in search of food.

Soon he saw a large, crooked tree with a section of its trunk sticking out.

Scarface's face lit up with joy. He took off running and charged forward, crashing into a protruding tree trunk with a "thud".

Then, clutching his stomach, he lay on the ground coughing painfully, the bird egg that had just been stuck was blown away.

After his cough subsided, Scarface searched the ground for the bird eggs he had vomited up, only to find that they had already been smashed and the yolk had seeped into the soil.

He looked down at the bird's nest in his hand; the other two eggs had flown away somewhere.

He was furious because he hadn't been able to eat any of the four bird eggs and had even hurt his stomach. "It's all the chief's fault! If he hadn't made me come out to work, the bird eggs wouldn't have all fallen to the ground, and I could have eaten them all!"

"I need to find something else to eat so I can eat my fill sooner and beat him."

"That way I'll be the leader, and I won't have to go out to find food."

Scarface huffed and puffed as he got up and headed for the next tree.