Forests Don't Support Idle Goblins

Chapter 112 The Journey Begins [3k]

"Why do we have to queue like this?" The lame man looked at the goblins in front of him, who were all standing with their legs spread apart like crabs, holding wooden bowls and waiting in line for food.

He had only been here a few days, having just been freed from the Mushroom Tree tribe. "Yes, freed. Although I didn't need to eat, I could only sit and watch the leaves fall. My only thought was that the Mushroom Tree would open its gates and welcome the goblins of the tribe in."

The lame man couldn't stand this kind of life. He was curious about many things around him, about the forest, about the tree people, and even more about the new leader.

I was sitting on the white roots, staring blankly at the sky, when someone picked me up from behind and carried me out.

The pain, the sharp screams in his ears, felt like thorns piercing and twisting inside. Even as he tried to run back with all his might, the pain was deeply etched into his memory.

After that, the mushroom tree finally caught fire and fell down. Although I felt very weak, I no longer heard that sound.

The leader said that he had rescued him and that he would be fed. The lame man was confused at the time, his mind was like shaking a bowl of tree fruit paste several times. But in the end, he heard what the leader said clearly, "If you don't pledge allegiance, then go back to staying with the mushroom tree." He was the first to rush towards the leader.

He was now brought to this huge "cave," where there were many goblins. They had a lot to do every day. The lame man liked to work and didn't want to sit on the ground all day, listless and deaf. The other goblins shared the same thought.

"It smells so good." The aroma of the food wafted over, and the limping man peeked out and took a deep sniff.

It's so nice to be able to smell the aromas, and there's delicious food to eat here. Before, when I sat on the white tree roots, I didn't feel hungry, but I hadn't chewed any food in a long time and didn't feel my mouth water. At most, I could only chew on the bitter leaves that fell from the mushroom tree.

"I wonder what we're having for dinner today?" The limping man glanced curiously at the front of the line, shuffling forward step by step with his somewhat disabled left leg. "It'll be my turn soon."

"It's smoked fish rice bowl." He looked at the food in his wooden bowl and chuckled.

The fish meat is very delicate, and it comes with a spoonful of fish soup. The rice grains absorb the fish soup and become even more delicious. "It tastes better than the Tree Man Fruit Paste."

"How is it? Are you enjoying the food?" A voice sounded beside him, and the limping man realized that it was the leader sitting next to him.

"Delicious." His mouth was full of food, and he could only make a few muffled sounds.

"Eat slowly, be careful of fish bones, there's also sugar water over there," the leader said with a smile to the lame man.

The lame man nodded quickly, indicating that he understood.

He scooped up a large piece of food with his spoon and stuffed it into his mouth. Then he glanced around at the goblins. In one corner of the underground river platform, many goblins were sitting and eating around a large white beast skull.

The lame man asked the other goblins, one of whom stood tall and proud, saying, "That's the Deinonychus we killed."

That skull was so big; it must have belonged to a very large wild beast. The lame man glanced at it enviously, then finished all the food in his bowl.

He limped toward the large pot, intending to get a bowl of sweet soup. However, if he held the spoon in one hand and the bowl in the other, he might spill the sweet soup, since it was inconvenient for him to walk.

He looked at the spoon in his hand, thought for a moment, and suddenly had a flash of inspiration and tucked it behind his ear, "That way it won't fall off."

The lame man held a wooden bowl in both hands and filled it with honey water. He liked the taste; it was sweet.

In the afternoon, he would continue to collect the remaining kuang berries with the other goblins and check the condition of the ropes to ensure safety in the future.

Before he became lame, he watched the goblins going up and down the tree, having to climb over each tree. He had suggested to the leader that they tie two ropes to the canopies of two trees and hang the goblins on one rope. That way, pulling the other rope would pull them to the canopy of the other tree.

He recalled that when the leader asked him how he came up with the idea, he replied, "I came up with it when I was catching monkeys with them and I saw them swinging back and forth on the vines."

The chief told him that this method had safety risks, and that some goblins might not be strong enough and could get stuck in the middle of the rope. However, the chief encouraged him to observe and think more, as there were many interesting things about the tribe.

The lame man deeply agreed with the chief's words. He found two things most interesting: a bed, which some goblins slept on, and two furs for warmth.

This was the first time he had ever seen a "bed." The lame man had always thought that goblins slept on the ground, no matter how cold or hard it was, with some weeds as a cushion.

He curiously circled around the beds, studying their structure, and even tried touching the fur; it was very soft.

Later, he even built a miniature bed himself using wooden sticks, but it was flimsy and fell apart when a small stone was placed on it.

"My bed will have to wait a few more days." The lame man took a sip of honey water and muttered to himself, "Should I take the bed apart and put it back together later?"

The world of Kapibala, bathing in the forest, is revealed in "The Forest Doesn't Support Idle Goblins".

Another interesting little fairy's cabin. It was such a small cabin, yet it seemed to have everything. He once approached to try and see it clearly, but Nine Fingers pulled him away. "The chief said it's bad to spy on other people's homes. Anyone who spies on other people's homes should get a beating."

But he really wanted to study that cabin.

"Maybe there will be a chance in the future."

He drank the last of the honey water, then placed the wooden bowl on a large rock where many other wooden bowls awaited washing.

Then he moved away from the platform.

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Charles watched the limping man leave, a smile playing on his lips.

[Name: Lame]

[Race: Goblin]

[Danger Level: 0.7, Useless Person with Some Flaws]

[Personality: Curious and inquisitive]

[Ability: Arcane Servant (Unawakened)]

The limp panel slowly disappeared, and Ciel got up and went over to prepare a bowl of sweet soup for himself.

Of all the goblins they had taken in before, the one with the limp was the most interesting and the one that Ciel thought the best.

He even bestowed upon him the magical abilities he had obtained from the Brotherhood of Storms and placed him in Nine Fingers' work team, hoping that he would awaken his magic as soon as possible.

"If we go to find ants tomorrow, we'll take him with us and see if we can stimulate him to awaken," Charles pondered, stroking his chin.

He hoped that the lame man would grow up quickly and ideally become Agatha's right-hand man, so that as the clan grew larger in the future, there would also be some talents with a research focus.

There are many goblins in the forest, and there must be some with unique personalities among them. My task is to find them and nurture them.

He even fantasized about a group of well-dressed human alchemists wearing top hats at an alchemist's convention, quietly listening to a goblin alchemist in a white coat and gold-rimmed glasses explain how to concoct new potion recipes.

"Maybe it will happen someday."

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The next day, Charles led his team eastward, eager to see what surprises this region would bring him.

"Hey, let's stop for a second." Shar patted the troll's forehead; he needed to wait for the goblin group behind to catch up.

To deal with the giant spiders and ants, he brought grass with him this time. However, the troll's tall body made it difficult for the other goblins to keep up with him.

"How are you?" Charles asked, looking down at the lame man who had been hastily carried all the way here.

"I'm... I'm alright, Chief," the lame man said, feeling dizzy. Apart from feeling a little nauseous, he was otherwise fine, and this way he wouldn't be a burden to the other goblins because of his leg injury.

A few seconds later, the other goblins gradually caught up with the group.

"Take it slow, be careful," Charles instructed. They had now entered the eastern region and needed to proceed with caution.

He let the team rest for a while before continuing their journey.

"Do you sense anything?" Charles asked, looking up.

A furoo turned its two eyes and looked pitifully at Charles. At this moment, its whiskers had all turned a sad dark blue, and it was tightly gripping a wooden stick, the other end of which was held in Caocao's hand.

At this moment, the troll Grass was riding on Sharl's neck, carrying the lame leg in one hand and holding a wooden stick with Furu stuck in it in the other, yet he still moved with incredible speed.

Charles was very proud of himself for coming up with this solution.

"Yes, I can feel it, it's right ahead, very ferocious," Furu said intermittently.

"Everyone, spread out and take the Blazing Glue," Charles immediately ordered, while Cao Cao put them down.

"What will come? A giant spider or a giant ant?" He looked ahead nervously, a hint of anticipation in his heart.

After waiting for a while, there was still no movement ahead, so Charles had to order his men to slowly move forward.

"Buzz buzz buzz," a sound of flapping wings, and all the goblins looked up. They saw a huge black shadow in the tree canopy in front of them, which looked like a giant wasp.

The thing seemed to have spotted the goblins as well, and it flapped its wings and charged towards Sharl and his companions.

"Damn it, throw it away quickly," Charles said immediately.

With a "bang," several bottles of flaming glue were thrown out and hit the giant bee, causing it to explode in flames. Feeling the pain, the giant bee stumbled to the side, but its wings had already caught fire, and it quickly crashed to the ground, unable to take off again.

"How can there be such a large bee here?" Charles slowly approached the enemy who was being consumed by flames and struggling back and forth.

[Name: Giant Burrowing Bee (Worker Bee)]

Race: Warcraft

[Danger Level: 6, Slightly Strong]

[Personality: Ruthless]