Forests Don't Support Idle Goblins

Charles held up his torch and carefully examined the carvings on the wall, inch by inch.

Perhaps due to the collapse of the stone chamber, the carving was not well preserved. He could only make out that part of it was on the southern defense map. In the north of the fortress, Sharl saw a building that was not large. What attracted him was the annotation next to it—the Runeword Material Library.

"Materials from ancient times?" Charles reached out and touched the wall. "It should be a warehouse where those white stones were stored."

"Perhaps there will be new runic words." His fingers traced the raised carving. "It doesn't look too far from the fortress."

He still greatly admired the magical ancient runes. The portals that could be built at will, and the leather straps that could be engraved on monster hides to communicate with animals—all of these were thanks to the power of runewords. Now that he knew there might be new runewords, he felt he had to investigate them no matter what.

"I wonder what new runewords will be released. Will there be any that are carved into stone and can explode into a mushroom cloud when thrown?" Charles muttered to himself, stroking his chin.

Now that we've confirmed there's no danger in the area where the ants are, we can rest for a bit and head north tomorrow. "Our target is this runeword material repository."

He took out a small notebook and charcoal pencil from his backpack and began to copy the sculpture. Before long, he had drawn a route map in the notebook.

"Hopefully there are new runewords there. Even if there aren't, it would be good to have a lot of white stones." He put the items back into his bag, then scanned the carving again, afraid that he might have overlooked something. "The portals I made before have already used up a lot of white stones. If I make more later, I definitely won't have enough. It would be best if I could see a warehouse full of white stones, so that I could make a lot of portals."

After searching the entire stone chamber and confirming that nothing was missed, Charles finally left with his men. Before leaving, he buried the place, not wanting anyone else to discover these ruins.

"Chief, what are we doing?" Red-eyed approached and asked.

"Let's go back first. We'll be exploring north tomorrow morning." Charles took out his rune headband and instructed his men to prepare to leave.

This time, we can lead the worker ants forward, which will allow us to carry more supplies and even the foul-smelling ball.

The stinking ball is actually a stinking spore ball, but it's encased in a woven vine shell. This way, if you grab the vine and throw it, the spore ball will burst upon hitting an enemy or the ground, spraying out from the holes in the vine and plunging the enemy into despair. The woven vine shell also makes it easy to transport the stinking spore ball to various locations without having to carefully prevent it from bursting in front of you.

This method was actually conceived by the lame guy. In order to defend against Philip's attacks, Charles had taken a lot of goblins to collect the foul-smelling spore balls. They failed many times in the process. Either they didn't hold them properly and dropped them on the ground, splashing black water all over them, or several spore balls collided and broke together. Finally, the lame guy found the leader and told him about his idea of ​​making a rattan shell.

He got his inspiration from fishing nets. He had watched Cao Cao cast nets to catch fish many times and always found it very fun. He even tried casting them himself a few times. Now, when he encountered various problems in transporting the spore balls, he came up with this idea on the spot.

However, this collection of spore balls took a toll on Charles and his men. Despite their desperate attempts to wash themselves in water, even using up several bars of soap that Mary had bought, Charles felt that the smell lingered around him and wouldn't go away. He even thought he had been pickled by the foul-smelling spores. In the end, Red Eye and the others were completely numb. Looking at their dazed appearance, Charles realized that the spore balls could no longer have any effect on them.

"We're setting off tomorrow morning. I wonder what surprises await us." Charles sat on the ant-saddle, gazing northward. "Perhaps it'll be a shock."

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"Pat-pat-pat," the unicorn took a few steps, then turned back to look at the centaur girl Evita behind him, his obsidian-like eyes reflecting her adoring expression.

"Forest spirit, are you guiding me?" Evita ran towards the unicorn, but stopped just before she got close. Facing this pure white creature, years of her people's teachings reminded her that she dared not get too close to the unicorn.

The unicorn in front of her didn't speak, but continued trotting a short distance into the distance before stopping and looking at Evita.

Evita glanced back at the forest village built by her tribe, which consisted mostly of thatched huts made of wood and straw. She realized that she was heading south and had already traveled some distance.

"Are you trying to tell me that I'll see you if I head south?" She took a few more steps forward, her brown eyes fixed on the unicorn ahead. "Or is our blessed land located in the south?"

The unicorn remained silent and continued running south, its figure gradually disappearing into the forest.

"Wait for me!" Evita took off running, her four hooves darting through the forest, trying to catch up with the unicorn ahead, but the white figure grew ever more distant. Finally, she transformed into a beam of light in the forest and vanished completely. (Exclusive! An exclusive interview with Kapibala while taking a bath and behind-the-scenes stories of creating "The Forest Doesn't Keep Idle Goblins," available only.)

"Wait for me! Where are you?" Evita cried anxiously. "Come out quickly, unicorn! Are you abandoning us?"

She cried out helplessly and ran back and forth in the woods, but she could not find any trace of the other person.

"Where are you, unicorn?" Tears streamed down her cheeks as Evita slowly opened her eyes. She looked around and realized she was still lying in the thatched hut; everything that had just happened was just a dream.

"It was just a dream." She wiped away her tears, got up from the deerskin mat. It was already night, and everyone in the village, except for the clansmen on patrol, had gone to sleep.

"Has it really abandoned us?" Evita stood by the door, looking at the dark forest in the distance, from which the hooting of owls could be heard.

Her gaze was fixed on the south, where the unicorn from her dream had been running.

"Does it mean we should migrate south?" Evita gripped the doorframe tightly, unsure whether what she had just experienced was a revelation or just a dream.

In the end, however, she returned to the thatched hut, took out her longbow and quiver from the ground, and then put on her deerskin and wooden armor.

The centaur tribe doesn't have much ironware; their armor is mostly wooden boards covered with deer hides. However, they are all highly skilled archers, and many enemies are shot down before they can even get close to them.

Evita kept her upper body low and moved along the edge of the thatched hut. She dodged several patrolling tribesmen and slowly approached the edge of the village. As long as she controlled her hooves and didn't exert any force, she could slip into the forest unnoticed.

She looked back at the village behind her, her eyes filled with deep longing. "Wait for me, Father. I will definitely bring back news of the unicorn."

Then, with her head down, she walked into the dark Nightmare Forest.

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"Where are you, little centaur?" Dagu chuckled and raised the staff he was holding in his left hand.

"Idiot, keep your voice down, she'll hear you," Damo said immediately, slapping Dagu across the face with his right hand.

"She's hiding up ahead, and she's already spotted us," Dagu pointed to the arrow stuck in his shoulder, then suddenly realized, "You just hit me."

Then, Dagu forcefully tilted his head to the side and bumped into Damo next to him.

They cursed loudly, fell to the ground, and then pulled and waved their left and right hands back and forth.

"Alright, the centaur is about to escape. Be careful, General Evilthroat will punish you," Damo shouted. Hearing this, Dagu finally stopped yelling.

With a "rustling" sound, the grass rustled as the ogres Damo and Dagu sat up. They held their cheeks with their hands and shook off the grass from their heads. The fight had left them with bruises on their faces.

"You've wasted time again. That centaur has probably run far away. Quickly unleash the dogs to chase after her," Damo said sternly.

"She couldn't have run far. My magic blast hit her several times just now," Dagu retorted in a muffled voice. He felt a pain in his cheek, which must have been caused by Damo bumping into him.

"No matter what, catch her quickly, then the Great Goblin Envoy will surely reward us." Damo ignored what the other person was saying and just urged him to hurry up and prepare to release the dogs.

Then they went behind a nearby tree and untied the hounds' ropes. The scruffy hounds looked up at the two-headed ogre in front of them.

"Go after her!" Damo shouted.

"That's what I was going to say, and you stole my words," Dagu complained, then added, "Go after her."

Unfortunately, the hounds had already disappeared.

"Grab the staff, let's hurry and follow them," Damo said immediately.

"Don't order me around, I..." Dagu said in annoyance, still somewhat displeased that the head next to him had interrupted him.

"Hurry up!" Damo shouted into Dagu's ear, silencing the other's complaints.

The two-headed ogre picked up the crude staff from the ground. Calling it a staff was a stretch; it was really just a stick with a magic crystal tied to it.

"Woof woof!" Several barks came from ahead, and the cannibal immediately strode over.

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Evita is in a very bad situation. Her body is covered in cuts and lacerations, and blood is constantly dripping onto the ground.

Not long after she left the village, she was discovered by the two-headed ogre, mainly because the scruffy hounds caught her scent.

She had originally planned to sneak out of the encirclement, but she didn't expect to be discovered so quickly.

Fortunately, the other party was quite stupid. Although it repeatedly hit itself with magic, it didn't release its hounds, probably because it was afraid of biting itself and making it difficult to hand it over to the goblin.

Unfortunately, she was still surrounded by three hunting dogs, so she had no choice but to draw her short blade and prepare to fight her way out.

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