Forests Don't Support Idle Goblins

[Whispers of the Forest: You may occasionally hear whispers carried by the breeze in the forest; these whispers will contain messages about you.]

"It's activated?" Charles opened his eyes, pulling himself out of his conscious state. "So, these centaurs are now my subordinates?"

He brought up his control panel again.

[Monument Material: Charles Mello]

Race: Goblin (Human)

[Hazard Level: 0.5, Waste]

[Subordinates: 308/319]

【personality:???】

[My Status: Advanced Shapeshifting Curse (Negative), Heart of a Hero (Positive, Recovering), Blessing of the Mother Tree (Positive), Blessing of the God of Earth and Life (Positive), Newborn Queen Ant (Positive, Growing)]

Title: Leader of the Forest South Group

"Hmm? The number of members has become 319," Charles glanced at it quickly. "The title has also changed. The Forest South Group is no longer the energetic group it used to be."

"Indeed, I think 'criminal' is making life more and more like 'criminal'." He smiled bitterly, then immediately realized what was happening and quickly stepped forward to help Evita up.

"You are their chieftain, I am merely the leader of the goblins," Sharl said calmly, his tone carrying a hint of refusal.

"No," Evita shook her head, "You showed me through your actions how difficult it is to be a qualified chieftain in the forest. Although my father appointed me as the chieftain of the centaurs, I know I am still far from being a qualified chieftain."

She reached out and grasped the golden beast tooth necklace at her chest, wanting to take it off and give it to the goblin in front of her. "In the forest, dangers are everywhere. If we want to lead our tribe to thrive, we need a wise and powerful leader."

"No, no, no, you should keep that necklace for yourself. After all, it was left to you by your father," Charles quickly stopped the other person when he saw their actions.

Hearing what the goblin said, Evita hesitated. This beast tooth necklace was something she had always wanted, and she was indeed reluctant to give it to Charles now.

"Keep it. A qualified leader doesn't necessarily need a piece of jewelry like this to show off," Charles emphasized again, as he walked to the centaur girl's side, put his hands behind his back, puffed out his chest, and looked at the centaur tribe in front of him.

"I just discussed this with everyone," Evita said, putting her necklace back on. "Everyone agrees to honor you as our leader."

Upon hearing this, Charles did not turn his head, but continued to gaze at the centaurs in front of him. They formed a huge semicircle, with the goblins at the center.

"I never expected to become your leader," Charles said calmly, the development of their relationship somewhat unexpected. "I'm just a goblin, while you are all centaurs."

"Height cannot be a standard for judging a leader." A voice rang out from the side. It was the centaur Orek, who was looking at Sharl with a slight smile on his lips.

"You make a good point." Charles nodded. He hadn't expected that he could accomplish so easily what the goblins couldn't. The difference was that the Evilthroat Army wanted to enslave the centaurs, while he was just helping them rebuild their homes and exchanging goods with them.

"However," he thought for a few seconds, then said loudly again, "I can be your leader, but not your chieftain. The centaurs have their own chieftain, Evita Goldmane. I will not enslave you, but will do my best to support you and give you a better and safer life. If needed, I will lead you to achieve great things in the forest, and one day in the future, I will even take you out of the forest to see the outside world."

"Chief!" Upon hearing Charles's words, several young centaurs around him began to cheer, and gradually, all the centaurs began to cheer loudly.

Some of them had heard about what was happening outside, and some had heard the goblins talk about their past experiences. Back in the village, they had very little ironware and high-quality tools. If it weren't for the Sharl, many of them wouldn't have had armor, heavy bows, or metal arrows.

These young centaurs also longed to one day leave the forest, see the outside world, and witness what snow-covered mountains looked like and what oceans with towering waves were like.

After everyone cheered a few times, Charles reached out and pressed down, and once the centaurs quieted down again, he said loudly again, "Next, you need to assist Evita in rebuilding her home. The materials are still being made and will be delivered gradually. This battle has also caused some damage to this area, so you all have a lot to do."

To explore that vast area to the north in the future, we will need the help of these centaurs. We can recruit some of them as guides.

Then, Charles turned to Evita beside him and said, "I need to go find Sancio and the others now. I see that some of your people are also injured. They need to receive treatment as soon as possible, and the battlefield also needs to be cleaned up. Centaur Chieftain, you have a lot to do."

After saying that, he smiled and waved his hand, then strode quickly toward the fortress entrance.

Evita watched Charles's retreating figure, her gaze shifting from admiration to determination. "Let's begin, everyone. There's still a lot for us to do. Brother Aureko, take some men to clean up the battlefield. Make sure there are any goblins that aren't completely dead, and stab each one a few more times with your spears."

"You," she said, pointing to another centaur, "lead all the wounded to the fortress gate to wait for the goblins to treat them. Pay close attention to the severity of their injuries. The rest of you who are not injured, come with me to check the cabins and deer enclosures for any damage."

The centaurs responded loudly, and then they quickly split into several groups and began to follow Evita's orders in an orderly manner.

Meanwhile, Evita led her people to inspect the various buildings that had been constructed earlier, and even managed to find many of the Evilthroat Army goblins hiding inside.

"There are indeed quite a few damaged sections," she said, looking at the collapsed section of the fence in front of her. The great deer inside were nowhere to be seen; the goblins must have frightened them, causing them to crash through the fence and run into the forest. "Fortunately, a few sections of the fence are still safe."

Knowing that it would take a long time for the tribe to recover, Evita became even more determined in her choice. When she had previously proposed that Sharl become the centaur chieftain, almost all the tribe members opposed it, and their reasons were the same: "You were appointed by the old chieftain, and he is not a centaur."

But Evita's words silenced the tribe: "With Sharl as chief, our tribe will live a better life in the forest."

If it weren't for Charles's help, they would now be slaves of the Evil Throat Army; if it weren't for Charles, they would not have succeeded in their revenge; if it weren't for Charles, even if they had escaped, many of them would have died.

Finally, after Evita's careful analysis, all the centaurs clearly realized what they would face in the future, and so they all agreed to the suggestion.

"We'll have to fix it as soon as possible." Evita picked up a tree trunk and placed it on the railing, then looked at the great deer huddled in a corner in the distance. "We'll have to eat smoked fish for a while longer."

She instinctively reached into the satchel on her lower body to retrieve her tools, but the fabric she touched reminded her that she was still on the battlefield.

"This is Evilthroat's cloak from before." Evita touched the saddlebag, her hand brushing against something hard inside the cloak made of rough cloth.

"What is this?"