Forests Don't Support Idle Goblins

"Chief, this is what we just caught." Red Eyes jumped off the worker ant and quickly came to Xia Er.

"Hmm." Charles nodded, looking at his subordinates, kicking the goblins off the backs of several worker ants. Those goblins were the Evil Throat Army slave soldiers who had been running around before, and now they were all tied up with ropes and thrown into the cargo box.

Soon, they were untied and driven to the front of the Charles.

"I am your new leader," Charles said, hands behind his back and head held high.

"Green Egg is the leader," Red Eyes shouted, and the other subordinates immediately followed suit.

"Damn it, he's a handsome guy, a handsome guy indeed." Charles turned around and kicked Red Eyes, but it didn't do much good, as the other henchmen were still howling excitedly.

Then, amidst cries of "Green egg, green egg," the goblins exchanged glances, and without any hesitation, walked over and began touching their ankles.

They had all experienced the battle a few days ago, and this was just a formality. After all, in the goblins' minds, the goblins were defeated, so they naturally obeyed the victors. Their only hope was that the new leader wouldn't always kill a few goblins for them to see, and could at least be a decent human being.

Shire waited for the goblins to finish their ankle-touching ritual, then waved behind him, calling over Bucktooth, Nine Fingers, and One Eye. He then began assigning them several goblins who would be responsible for caring for the Tree People, gathering herbs, and carrying out excavation work.

Many of the goblins were drawn away by Sharl and began to train with Red Eyes in combat and hunting to deal with various crises that might occur in the forest.

[Subordinates: 498/554]

"This is the number of my subordinates now," Charles said, ignoring his men leading the newly joined goblins to do errands. He checked his panel again. "Sure enough, these newcomers aren't that loyal yet. We'll have to wait until they're more familiar with things before things change."

After the centaurs swore allegiance, the ability of the Forest Whisper was activated. However, in recent days, Charles has been waiting for that whisper to sound, but nothing has happened yet. This puzzles him. Is it that the forest didn't say anything, or did it say something but in a very low voice?

He even went to the mother tree to ask what the whispers of the forest were like, and the mother tree's answer was that it was like a faint sound carried on the wind.

Charles couldn't help but feel a headache coming on. Could it be that after I leveled this forest and created a large flat area, the wind was too strong and blew the sound away?

"Forget it, who knows when this whisper will start beeping," he said, kicking a blade of grass. "I'd better prepare to activate the next alien letter as soon as possible."

The next letter had already appeared, and the power it contained made Charles very much looking forward to it:

[Mist Vision: You can select a nearby unknown area. Once the mist dissipates, it will be displayed on the map of the area. This ability can be used once a month. Advancement requirement: Have 600 subordinates.]

"We can check the map in the fog beforehand," Charles said, stroking his chin. "This, combined with the Forest Whispers and Broken Tooth's observation, makes it easy to obtain information about the enemy."

"If I had this ability before, I could have even relied on the centaur village to fight a forest annihilation battle against the Evil Throat Army."

"It's a pity we're only just getting it now." He glanced at his men who had already left. "If what Greenskin said is true, that the Evil Throat Army has 500 goblins, then after this battle, 400 goblins should be able to join my tribe. Adding the centaurs' allegiance from before, the goal of 600 should be achieved very soon."

"Once it's activated, we can check what the goblin kingdom looks like on the map."

"Where would a vast goblin kingdom reside? Would it be a city in the forest, or a vast expanse of caves?" Charles's lips curled into a smile. "I wonder how much territory they control, but given the current situation, if we could annex this kingdom, it would be a formidable force."

Then, with his hands behind his back, Charles turned and walked toward the fortress. He needed to make work arrangements based on the existing personnel configuration, and at the same time, he also needed to plan the construction of future combat teams.

"In principle, we should choose the older ones first. They have experienced a lot of battles and won't just throw down their weapons and run away when they encounter an enemy," he thought as he walked into the fortress, completely ignoring the centaurs building houses around the fortress entrance. "The newly joined goblins should do some ordinary work; they are not suitable for combat for the time being."

"However, specific combat training is still necessary, and combat training should be arranged for everyone in the future."

For goblins in the forest, life is dangerous almost every day. Now that Shire has eliminated the major threats in his territory, the remaining minor threats from the forest wolves and wild boars still exist.

For goblins in the forest, life is dangerous almost every day. Now that Shire has eliminated the major threats in his territory, the remaining minor threats from the forest wolves and wild boars still exist.

However, if they were to clash with the Goblin Kingdom to the north, given the Goblin Kingdom's massive numbers, they might end up having to mobilize their entire population as soldiers. Therefore, the Goblins of the Evil Throat Army still cannot be exempted from training.

"Everyone's in military service," Charles chuckled. "Why does this place feel more and more like South Korea?"

"However, tomorrow I can take some people to the Evil Throat Army's base and that newly opened territory to take a look." Charles went to his stone chamber, took out his notebook and began to write down his plan.

"That area is now fully visible, and there are still quite a few white stones left around the runeword warehouse. Let One-Eye lead his men to move them all back first," Sharl said, tapping the table lightly with his charcoal pencil. At the same time, his gaze swept over the long horn of the demon lord placed in the corner of the stone house. "We don't need to move them back, since there are more people living here now, and those stones are taking up some space."

"Move all the runeword materials here to the warehouse, and then have Agatha go there to take a look."

He had promised to take Agatha to the runeword material library to see the reliefs, but the plan had to be put on hold due to the arrival of the Evilthroat Army.

Charles tapped the table, his gaze sweeping over the little tin soldier placed beside him. "The tuber plantation that the centaurs cultivated can still be used, but I don't know if they'd be willing to go back and continue."

Just as he was pondering what to do with that area, a gentle breeze seemed to rise in the stone house, and an old whisper sounded in Charles's ear. The voice was faint, like a gentle breeze.

"They saw you."

Charles immediately widened his eyes, jumped off the chair, and began to scrutinize the stone house.

However, he didn't notice that the little tin soldier's eyes flickered.