Forests Don't Support Idle Goblins

Although Xia Er considers himself a poor student, he still has basic historical knowledge. For example, although he can't say how many concubines Emperor Taizong of Tang had, he at least knows about the Qin, Han, Three Kingdoms, Northern and Southern Dynasties, Sui, Tang, Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms, and Song Dynasties.

However, I do not recall the concept of "Holy Calendar" or the name "Holy Kingdom".

However, recalling his previous experiences, he remembered that the Mother Tree had called him "the inheritor of the ancient will," and Agatha had told him many fragments of ancient history that had been lost. He had reason to suspect that these skeleton warriors had been asleep for more than 5000 years.

"I'm so sorry to have disturbed your slumber. I didn't mean to," Charles quickly apologized, realizing what he had done. "Could you tell me why you've become... become like this?"

"Like this now?" Upon hearing the question, the skeleton warrior immediately realized what was going on. He glanced at his skeletal body and then said with a smile, "I voluntarily was summoned as an undead creature to guard our leader here, so that no villains would come here to desecrate his remains."

"Voluntary?" Charles was taken aback. This was the first time he had heard someone say that they had voluntarily become a summoned undead.

"Could you tell me about that monster tide?" He thought for a moment and decided to talk to the other person to get closer to them.

"Hehehe, you're quite interesting. Since you want to hear it, fine." The skeleton warrior nodded and began to recount that thrilling battle.

After a while, Sharl sat on the stone coffin, surrounded by twelve skeleton warriors. These undead creatures either sat on the stone coffin or stood casually beside it, while Little Claw lay quietly on Sharl's lap, and Furu floated among them, acting as the "regional network" of the chat room.

"Are those bone spike wolves that powerful?" Xia Er asked, and a skeleton warrior opposite him immediately replied, "If it's just one, it's not a problem, but these magical beasts usually appear in groups, ranging from a dozen to more than thirty. Moreover, they not only cooperate with each other, but they also coordinate with the attacks of other magical beasts."

"I've only ever killed Deinonychus and Blue-Eyes Serpents before," Charles said at the opportune moment.

"The Devilclaw Bear is easy to kill, as long as you coordinate beforehand. But the Blue-Eyes Serpent is a bit troublesome. Moreover, in the monster tide, this thing is very cunning. It only rushes over to ambush after other monsters have attacked." A skeleton warrior next to Sharl chimed in, then raised his bony arm and pointed at a skeleton, "He was strangled to death by the Blue-Eyes Serpent."

The skeleton warrior raised its hand and waved, clearly a little embarrassed.

"So in the end you still managed to withstand that monster tide and prevent the fortress from falling." Charles looked at the skeleton warriors in front of him, his voice rising slightly.

"Yes, we fought to the last man. The last soldier perished along with a giant lizard," the skeleton warrior who had initially spoken to Sharl answered loudly.

Charles placed his small paws on the coffin lid, then jumped down. He took a few steps forward and said loudly, "Please allow me to pay my highest respects to all the heroes who defended our country."

Then he stood at attention and gave a military salute that would be remembered in later generations.

In his dictionary, any soldier who is willing to give his life to defend his homeland is worthy of respect.

The skeleton warriors looked at the short, green-skinned little guy in front of them, but none of them made any jokes. Instead, they all stood still and returned the salute with their distinctive military salute.

"However, there is one more thing I want to tell you." Charles lowered his arm, paused for a moment, carefully choosing his words, and then said calmly, "You may have been asleep for at least 5000 years."

"What?" Several skeleton warriors exclaimed in surprise, while the other skeletons also seemed shocked.

"To be honest, I don't know anything about the Holy Kingdom or the Holy Calendar. In the 5000 years of history I've studied, there's nothing about it," Charles shrugged. "That means your Holy Kingdom may have already been destroyed."

"The Holy Kingdom has been destroyed?" the skeleton warrior who had initially spoken with Shar asked loudly; he seemed to be the leader of the skeletons.

"That's just my speculation," Charles replied immediately.

"So, bro..." The skeleton warrior paused, seemingly forgetting how to address the "little guy" in front of him.

"Goblin, you can call me Shire."

"Alright, Sharl, my name is Elton," the skeleton warrior pointed to himself, then asked, "How did you deduce the destruction of the Holy Kingdom?"

"Elton, I've studied the history of the continent. Although I'm not very good at it, I still passed the exams. In the history I've studied, there's nothing about the Holy Kingdom." Charles stepped forward and said earnestly, "I believe that the Holy Kingdom you speak of truly existed, but the world doesn't know about that history now. There are only two explanations for this: first, you don't live in this plane; second, your history has been erased for some reason."

“No,” Elton said, “we did exist, and we all died resisting the tide of monsters.”

"Yes," Charles nodded, "so this Nightmare Forest is still here, and occasionally a few magical beasts will appear again. In other words, the first explanation may not be true, and you do indeed live in the same plane as me."

"So you mean," Elton's eyes flickered with a green ghostly light, "that the history of our Holy Kingdom has been erased."

"This is just my guess," Charles said, stroking his chin with a hint of doubt in his voice. "It sounds like the Holy Kingdom must have been very powerful back then. What kind of power could have erased this history?"

He paced back and forth, pondering the information he now possessed. Recalling the note he had received when he obtained the key to the Tower of Babel: "Hide it well, and do not let the gods discover that we have found a way to surpass them," Charles felt that he seemed to be getting somewhere.

"Perhaps it was done by the Four Gods working together?" Charles said softly. "Only something like the Four Gods could possibly erase a piece of history."

"But if it was the Four Gods who did it, wouldn't I be the world's most wanted criminal right now?" He frowned. "I am the inheritor of the ancient will, and I also hold a fragment of the key to the Tower of Babel. At the same time, there is an ancient-looking obelisk in my consciousness. No matter what the reason, the Four Gods buried that history. But if I am still alive and continue on this path, I might just unearth that history again."

"Then my enemy is..." Charles stood quietly in place, his eyes filled with unwavering determination, "This time, things have gone a bit too far."

"What are you thinking about?" Elton asked, watching Charles pace back and forth in thought, without interrupting him.

"I think we might be in big trouble." Charles looked up and smiled at the skeleton warrior in front of him.

"Is it difficult?"

"That's a bit tricky."

"How about compared to the Warcraft craze?"

"It's a little better than that."

Elton looked at the goblin in front of him. He seemed to understand the implied meaning in Charles's words, but his green will-o'-the-wisps flickered a few times before he said, "That's nothing."

"Yes, it's nothing." Charles nodded with a smile. He understood his current situation. Anyway, he was already a wanted traitor on the mainland. In the end, it was just a matter of a pile of gold coins. Moreover, if he were ever discovered to be the inheritor of the ancient will, the four gods wouldn't even need to take action themselves. They could just send a few paladins, judges, or druids and that would be it.

They could only continue searching in the forest to see what that "path beyond the gods" was like, because only in this way could they survive in peace.

Thinking of this, Charles rubbed his cheeks with both hands, then glanced at the twelve skeleton warriors around him. "Elton, I would like to ask you to come back with me."

"Go back with you?" The skeleton warrior tilted his head, looking at the goblin in front of him, and asked with interest, "Mr. Sharl, what do you want to do?"

Charles grinned, then turned and walked to the stone coffin, patting the lid a few times. "I want to hire you."

"Hire us?"

"Yes, I think I may be the only person in the world who has any connection with you right now, and our enemy is very powerful, so I think it would be best if we could organize ourselves together so that we can take care of each other."

"So you want to bring these twelve skeletons to your base?"

"I want to take all the skeleton warriors here with me." Charles waved his hand, pointing to the more than thirty stone coffins in the tomb.

"No, maybe there will only be 12 of us left." Elton's tone carried a hint of melancholy.

"12?" Charles frowned and slowly scanned the stone coffins again.

"Remember what I told you? Undead creatures rely on magic to survive. If they run out of magic, they will return to the Underworld Sea." The little claw propped up its five fingers on the stone coffin and raised its middle finger to "look" at Xia Er.

"You mean they all..."

"Yes, they can no longer wake up," Elton nodded. "And our magic is running low. If you had come here any later, you might never have seen us again."

"Alright, twelve people is fine too," Charles sighed. Thirty-odd people reduced to twelve is indeed a significant loss. "Come with me. My people are currently living in the underground part of the fortress. I think you'll miss it."

"A fortress?" Elton chuckled. "I do miss it."

"However, it won't be so easy to take us away," he shook his head and pointed to the depths of the tomb. "Our duty here is to protect the commander's remains and the flag of our Seventh Forest Field Regiment."

"As long as the flag stands, so shall we be!" he shouted, and the other skeleton warriors around him echoed his words.

"A military flag?" Charles looked into the depths of the dark tomb.

To all the die-hard fans of Kapibala taking a bath, the latest chapter of "The Forest Doesn't Keep Idle Goblins" has been released!