Forests Don't Support Idle Goblins

The wildly popular online novel, "Forests Don't Keep Idle Goblins," is a heartfelt work by Kapibala, the author of "Taking a Bath."

"The Evil Throat Army?" Charles glanced at the goblins in front of him. "Were you sent by them?"

"No, no, we were brought here by a goblin in search of centaurs." Green Skin stood there, very reserved, his hands still greasy from the meal, clutching his tattered pants tightly.

Charles glanced at the other person's actions and immediately understood his current mental state, while simultaneously bringing up the other person's interface.

Name: Qingpi

[Race: Goblin]

[Danger Level: 0.8, Capable Waste]

[Personality: Firm and principled]

"Another good personality," Charles said in a low voice, then casually asked, "The guy who brought you here, he must be the one who ran away, right?"

"Yes." Green Skin nodded. He secretly looked up at the other side several times. The leader of the goblin group was wearing clothes that looked like they were made of fur. They looked very warm, completely different from the rags he was wearing. Although he wasn't so cold after eating, he knew that the warmth would dissipate after a while.

"How many goblins does the Evilthroat Army have?" Sharl asked directly, but then changed his mind: "If you can't count them, you can tell us the composition of those goblin troop formations."

Qingpi thought for a moment, but didn't answer immediately. Instead, he clutched his tattered pants and remained silent.

Charles was a little puzzled. He stared at the goblins in front of him. He had originally thought that if he fed and watered these four goblins, they would tell him everything they knew like pouring beans from a bamboo tube. He did not expect that the first goblin was a "tough nut to crack".

"Why don't you say?" He looked at Qingpi with interest, trying to glean something from the other's expression.

"He was frowning, his hands were clenched tightly, as if he was considering something. His lips moved slightly a few times, as if he wanted to say something. He didn't dare to look at me, probably because he was afraid." Charles twirled the teacup in his hand, looking the other person over and over. Then he thought for a moment, took a wooden cup, and poured the other person a cup of hot tea. "It's cold, isn't it? Take a sip to warm up."

Qingpi glanced at the steaming tea on the table. He wanted to reach for it several times, but he held back.

"What are you worried about?" Charles suddenly asked. "Are you afraid I'll kill you after you tell me what happened? Or are you afraid the Evil Throat Army will find out you told them about them?"

Qingpi remained silent, only taking a small half-step back.

Charles thought for a moment and decided to start with their personalities. "It's so cold, and you're all wearing such tattered clothes. Do all the goblins in the Evilthroat Army look like this?"

The silent hunchback stopped his restless hand movements and instead gripped his trousers tightly, as if afraid that the other party would also take away his only tattered clothes.

"We used to wear the same things as you, and some of us didn't even have rags, so we just hung large leaves on our bodies." Charles held his cup and glanced at the ceiling. "But then we figured out a way ourselves, and with everyone working together, we're able to wear these fur coats now."

"At first, I didn't expect it to turn out like this. I just wanted to eat a decent meal, something good, so everyone was full, and then we could dress warmly." He glanced at Qingpi and suddenly asked, "Was the food good at lunch?"

Green Skin nodded subconsciously, but then, realizing his own actions, he secretly glanced at Charles across from him.

Seeing the other person's subconscious movement, Charles raised the corner of his mouth and continued, "I don't think the Evilthroat Army would feed you this kind of food. Judging from your clothes, I guess the goblins there live like we did back then."

"This forest is vast, and we have so much to do every day. Sometimes I think, if only there were more people in the tribe, we could accomplish even more, and everyone's lives would be better," he said, smiling as he stared at the green-skinned goblin. "Can you tell me how many goblins you have? I need them to work for me, and I believe they can certainly eat and stay warm while working for me. That's much better than risking their lives for the Evil Throat Army, isn't it?"

"No, this can't be." Qingpi finally broke the silence. He only whispered a few words, then muttered unconsciously, "Everyone will die."

"Will they die?" Seeing the other finally speak again, Charles pushed the cup of hot tea towards him. "Why would they die? Who would die?"

"They will all die, all goblins will die." Green Skin looked at the tea, his lips trembling.

"Drink up," Charles said at the opportune moment, then watched as the goblin reached out and grasped the wooden cup, seemingly with great force.

"Why are you all dying? What will the goblins do to you?" Charles asked, having a feeling that it was related to the goblin corpse he had seen in the centaur village.

Greenskin paused, seemingly thinking about something, and after a few seconds he spoke again: "In that case, we goblins will be sent to the front, each goblin will drink the 'holy water,' and you will be killed. We will all eventually die, or your tribe will be defeated by the Evil Throat Army and you will have no choice but to surrender, and then become like us."

"Holy water?" Charles frowned upon hearing this word. "What is that? Do you all need to drink it during every battle? Do the goblins drink it too?"

Three consecutive questions silenced Greenskin again, but this time he quickly answered Sharl: "Holy water is something the Evilthroat Army gives us to drink. Goblins don't drink it. Before each battle, some goblins are forced to drink it, and none of those goblins who drank the holy water ever came back."

"Have you seen what they look like after drinking the holy water?" Charles recalled the red-skinned goblins he had seen before, and he thought that must be the effect of drinking the holy water.

"No," Qingpi shook his head. "They were called out to fight by the 'military leader,' and none of them came back. Not a single one."

"A military leader?" Sharl looked at the goblin in front of him. "Is that a name those goblins gave themselves?"

"Yes, we have a total of..." Green Skin looked at his hands, then looked down at his toes. You have received a new chapter update: Chapter 161 The Goblins of the Evil Throat Army, reading link. "We have a total of 12 commanders, all of them are goblins, and each commander commands two goblin fingers' worth of slave soldiers."

Charles thought for a moment, "You have 500 goblins?"

"I don't know," Greenskin said softly. These goblins really couldn't count more than a toe.

"500," Charles's eyes immediately lit up. With so many people, he could reorganize his subordinates. Currently, there was a shortage of manpower, and the goblins were doing different things every day. For example, the combat soldiers led by Red Eye not only needed to be trained, but also needed to protect the herb-gathering team and hunt every day. And the "earth and wood" goblins who followed One-Eye to dig burrows were sometimes called to patrol with Broken Tooth.

If you have 500 goblins, you can form a dedicated combat team, and the rest of the herb gathering and engineering teams can be fully equipped. You won't have to deal with the situation of "goblins are like bricks, moved wherever needed" anymore.

"What is this holy water that the goblins gave you to drink?" Charles asked after calming himself down.

"I don't know, I just heard it from Three Scars. He told us that if we didn't behave, the military leader would choose us to fight," Green Skin said in a low voice.

"Three scars?"

"It's that goblin that ran away." Green Skin nodded, gritting his teeth as he did so.

Charles recalled what Broken Tooth had told him about his first encounter with these goblins, and he narrowed his eyes. "So he's a traitorous goblin."

"So that's why you were so hesitant and scared when we first gave you that honey water, right?" he said with a smile.

"Yes," Green Skin nodded. They were indeed afraid of the steaming water in those wooden bowls, mainly because they had heard and seen too many of their companions being taken away by the earth spirits and never returning.

"Why don't you run away?" Ciel asked, looking at the goblins in front of him.

"They can't escape," Green Skin bit his lip. "Some people tried to escape, but they were caught and brought back. There are ogres around. Those who are caught will be chopped into pieces by the goblins in front of all the goblins. If they really escaped and weren't caught, all the goblins in that cave will be chosen to fight immediately, and then no one will come back."

Upon hearing their reply, Charles immediately understood their predicament. If they were caught while trying to escape, they would be publicly tortured. If they did manage to escape, the goblins in that burrow would be immediately dragged out as "cannon fodder." This way, the goblins would monitor each other, and if anyone made any unusual moves, someone would immediately report them.

Living like this for too long will gradually make one numb. Although I used to struggle on the brink of death, I could still find food and raid bird nests every day. As long as I hid well, I could still live happily. Before, when White Fur ate delicious fruit, he would jump around happily. But Green Skin's life can only be described as "a tool waiting for death".

"So why didn't you want to tell me about the Evil Throat Army before?" Charles interlaced his fingers in front of him and leaned back in his chair.

"Everyone will die," Greenskin whispered. "As long as you don't get close to the Evil Throat Army, no one will be sent out to fight, no one will drink the holy water, and no one will die."

"But that 'traitor,' you call him Three Scars, right? He's already escaped. If he runs back to the Evil Throat Army, I think they'll definitely come and attack us directly," Charles said calmly, looking at Greenskin.

"Three Scars..." Green Skin frowned, his hands gripping the cup tightly, even beginning to tremble slightly. "No, he will, no..."

Charles gazed at the goblin in front of him, who was caught in a dilemma and somewhat incoherent. To be honest, he quite liked this guy. For the sake of his companions in the burrow, he was able to resist the temptation of being well-fed and clothed and did not immediately confess the information. Such a goblin was quite rare.

The tribes he had previously annexed all surrendered quickly, and there were even oddballs like Scarface, but none of them cared about the other goblins in their tribes. Perhaps this was because all goblins enslaved by the Evilthroat Army suffered the same fate.

"A reign of terror," Charles rubbed his temples. "The natural history books were right. These goblin military organizations only know how to do this kind of thing."

"Didn't you all run away together?" he asked. "If all the goblins had run away, the goblins probably wouldn't have been able to catch you all. Even if there were ogres roaming around, they might not have killed you all."

"I don't know," Green Skin thought for a few seconds, "We've never done that before. We're assigned to patrol around those burrows, and if we catch an escaped goblin, we get a reward of food."

"And running away will lead to death, but if you're careful, you can still live." His voice grew softer and softer until it finally disappeared.

"The difference between dying early and dying late." Charles shook his two thumbs and said calmly, "Because of cowardice, after witnessing a few massacres, one dares not run away. But if one is lucky enough not to be dragged into the goblins as cannon fodder, one can live for a while longer, or even become a 'traitor' like Three Scars and be rewarded with food."

"But luck always runs out. Whether you're chosen, all the goblins are sent to the front lines, or even if the goblins don't like you, you'll be hacked to death." Charles thought back to his past life, to those tyrannical lords and warlords who treated the common people the same way. Goblins were even worse off than commoners; they were killed by the goblins without even a reason.

"This way, we can survive," Greenskin whispered. This was perhaps the survival method that the goblins under the rule of the Evil Throat Army had slowly figured out.

"If the Evilthroat Army fights several times in a row, won't the number of goblins decrease significantly? I think you fought those centaurs several times before." Charles stared at the Greenskin, feeling that those goblins certainly wouldn't be like those ancient generals who "loved their soldiers like their own children."

"We'll keep getting new goblins joining us." Greenskin took a small sip of tea, trying to calm himself down.

"Are there always new ones?" Charles was taken aback. Where did these goblins come from, capturing so many goblins?

"Yes, we were all kicked out. We were useless trash that the kingdom didn't want. After we ran away, we were all captured by the Evil Throat Army." Green Skin said somewhat forlornly as he tried to recall his previous experiences.

"Kingdom? What kingdom?" Charles gripped the armrests of his chair, leaning forward and staring intently at the goblin in front of him.

"The kingdom north of the Evilthroat Army, the kingdom of goblins," Greenskin said, bowing his head.

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