Forests Don't Support Idle Goblins

"Am I going to die?" Green Skin lay on the ground, a trickle of blood spilling from his mouth.

The curved blade had just flashed past him, and although he had taken a step back, a tearing pain still shot through his chest.

Then, he felt as if someone had grabbed him and dragged him into a dark area, surrounded by complete darkness. "Is this what it feels like before death?"

The pain kept stimulating his nerves, and he felt as if he had been cleaved diagonally in half by a knife.

In this dark area, his thoughts unexpectedly became very clear. "Why did I stand up and refuse to drink that 'holy water'? I could have just thrown it away and run away."

Thinking back on what had just happened, he couldn't help but feel a little regretful. "I shouldn't have stood up. Maybe if I hadn't spoken up, I might have survived."

He felt as if someone was pulling him, and then soon the surroundings became bright again; the darkness did not last long.

Someone carried him on their shoulder and ran around on the ground. All sorts of shouts came into his ears. The noisy environment made Qingpi's curiosity slightly overshadow the pain in his body.

"What's going on?" He turned to look around. The jolting from running was making his senses blurry, and his downward head gave him a strange perspective on his surroundings. "What are those goblins running for? Why are some of them charging at us with spears?"

He quickly remembered what had happened earlier, "Oh right, I was slashed by the goblin, and I stopped the other goblins from drinking the holy water."

Seeing the goblins scatter and flee, no longer turning completely red as before, Green Skin felt he had succeeded. "It seems everyone didn't drink the holy water; everyone should have survived."

A sharp pain shot through his chest, but he was carrying his weapon, completely oblivious to the fact that this situation would only make him feel worse and could even exacerbate his injuries.

"Let me go..." Green Skin murmured weakly, but his voice was so faint that even he himself could not hear it.

"How utterly presumptuous of you!" he thought with a bitter smile. "You're just a goblin. Those goblins could crush you in an instant. Have you forgotten those wooden stakes stuck around the burrows? Don't you see those smelly, rotting heads on them every day?"

But if he were given another chance, to stand in the same spot, to look at the "holy water" in his hand, to look at the goblins around him with their blank stares and the arrogant goblin in front of him, he felt he would probably still shout "We don't drink it."

"There will always be some injustice and some resistance in this world." A voice echoed in his memory. It was what the new leader told him. At that time, he had just finished helping the centaurs level the land. He was sitting next to the leader and casually asked, "Why do those goblins treat goblins like this?"

He just felt that something was wrong. The new tribe had fewer members than the Evilthroat Army, yet they were living very well. In his simple mind, the more goblins there were, the greater their power should be, and the better their lives should be. But why did the Evilthroat Army, which had more goblins, count down the days until their deaths?

The leader didn't tell him the answer, but only said that he would figure it out someday.

"Ugh," Green Skin cried out in pain as the guy carrying him slammed him to the ground. Blood welled up in his mouth immediately. "Looks like I'll have to think about this in the Underworld Sea from now on."

Although he said that, Qingpi felt that he had found the answer to the question. He vaguely felt that in the forest, it seemed that only by following the chief could he survive better, and only by following the chief could he be fed and clothed. "But I am about to die."

"Clatter, clatter," the sound of hooves hitting the ground rang out. Green Skin strained to turn its eyes, staring at the gleaming white creature before it. "Are you taking me to the Underworld Sea?"

The creature lowered its head and touched Greenskin's arm with its horn. Greenskin struggled to raise its arm, wanting to touch the gleaming horn.

Then, a warm feeling spread through his body, and he was enveloped in a glowing dome, which made Qingpi feel very comfortable. "If this is what death feels like, then it's not bad."

A few seconds later, Goblin Greenskin lay motionless on the ground, and the huge wound on his chest began to heal miraculously, while his chest rose and fell slowly.

A white unicorn pawed at the ground with its front hooves, its golden mane fluttering in the wind. Beside it, Greenie was fast asleep.

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"Chief Charles sent me." Orek, holding his longbow, approached Evita. "He knows that once you charge into the battlefield, your eyes will only be on General Evilthroat."

Evita had already thrown Evil Throat's corpse to the ground. She wiped her face, completely unaware that blood and tears had mingled on her skin.

"Brother Orek, I'm alright now." She gripped her lance and looked calmly at him. "Thanks to you just now."

"Luckily I made it in time," Orek said, lifting his helmet and looking at the centaur girl in front of him with a smile. He had previously led a group of his people into the rear of the battlefield through another portal to join forces with Evita to encircle the goblins. However, before this battle, Shar had specifically sought him out.

"Once the charge begins, you need to keep a close eye on Evita," Charles said at the time. "She hasn't smiled at all lately, she must be holding back a lot of energy. If the Evil Throat Army hadn't come, she might have slowly come out of it over time, but unfortunately the Evil Throat Army is here now, she will definitely head straight for the enemy army to find an opportunity to kill Evil Throat."

Orek thought Charles was right. Evita had indeed changed during this time. The once somewhat arrogant girl had suddenly become much more composed, but the frown on her brow made everyone sad.

"So, you just crossed over from there?" Evita said in a low voice, her gaze unconsciously sweeping over the distant battlefield, where many goblins and ogres had already been surrounded and killed by centaurs and goblins.

"Yes, I ignored those guys who scattered and fled," Orek said with a smile. "Chief Charles also told me that once the charge begins, I don't need to worry about them; he will lead the others to crush all the enemies."

Evita sighed. "If it weren't for the leader, I might be dead by now."

I'm currently reading Chapter 171, "You're Still Alive," and I'm completely engrossed in it.