Forests Don't Support Idle Goblins

Scarface fondly remembers that afternoon when he was ambushed by three goblins.

That day he met Ciel, who later became the leader of a goblin even shorter than himself.

He felt confused, puzzled, and even a little angry. Why could a goblin smaller than him be the leader?

These days he's been desperately grabbing food, not wasting a single bite. He's been grabbing and biting, using all his strength to try and fill himself up.

During the past few days of fighting, he sometimes felt very strong and sometimes very weak, which made him doubt his true fighting ability. However, in the end, Scarface attributed the reason to not having eaten enough.

Now all of that is over. He gripped the throwing knife behind him, convinced that tonight would be the night to kill Charles and seize power.

Yesterday, he ate his fill, more than he had ever eaten before.

He felt inexplicably excited after the battle, as if he had inexhaustible energy.

The leader's henchman, the guy with the strange accent, could only cooperate with him.

Who can fight adventurers without being at a disadvantage? It's me!

That cowardly, all-talking leader cowered in the tree, too afraid to come down. How dare he usurp the leadership position and live alone in a cave?

I'll stab him to death when I get back tonight. I'm a goblin even more powerful than a bear goblin.

From now on, I'll eat the food from the big pot first, and all the female goblins will be mine.

Scarface stood tall, his gaze sweeping over the two goblins beside him, exuding an air of dominance.

He swaggered over to Grant's body, reached for the snack bag—he'd been eyeing it since they were in the tree.

"Hmm, tastes good." Scarface smiled.

The two goblins smelled the aroma and tried to snatch it, but were chased away by Scarface's scolding.

"What kind of class do you have, daring to eat the same things as me?" Scarface sneered.

"If you dare to steal again, I will expel you from the tribe once I become the leader."

Just as Scarface was lost in his fantasy of scooping out a large pot all by himself, the bushes in the distance rustled.

Then, a huge brown beast head emerged.

Hearing the noise, Scarface looked up and saw the bag in his hand fall to the ground with a thud.

He had seen this creature before; the goblin had fought it and was severely injured. He hadn't had a full meal since then, until the Shire arrived.

Scarface was terrified. His heart felt like it was being squeezed, and his mind went blank. Only one thought remained: "I'm going to die."

He trembled, trying to run away, but fear made his limbs unresponsive, and everything around him seemed to turn black and white.

Finally, he shakily swung his arm, trying to throw the knife.

But a flash of red light appeared in the Deinonychus's eyes, and Scarface stopped moving.

What's wrong with me?

This is where?

What should I do?

He stood there blankly, his eyes unfocused, his mind a complete mess.

The Deinonychus slowly approached the three goblins, raised its massive paw, and with a sudden swing, tore Scarface apart.

…………

Name: Deinonychus

Race: Warcraft

[Danger Level: 8, Somewhat Dangerous]

[Personality: Cunning and ruthless]

[Ability: Bewildering Eyes]

【Confusion Eyes: Making eye contact will cause the target to fall into a confused state; the duration depends on their magic resistance.】

Charles stared intently at the Devilclaw Bear beneath the tree, the first enemy he had ever faced so directly.

Scarface was easily smashed into a pile of minced meat by the opponent's light blow.

Charles originally thought that an adventurer team had arrived, so he left Scarface and a few goblins as bait.

Furthermore, he was already prepared to bestow the evil god's blessing upon Scarface once more. Scarface had been blessed by the evil god many times these past few days and had become accustomed to it. He believed that Scarface would definitely be able to make good use of this ability.

But the appearance of the Deinonychus caught Shire completely off guard.

The oppressive aura emanating from this overlord on the edge of the forest sent shivers down his spine.

With its mountain-like body, shoulder height exceeding 1.5 meters, claws nearly 20 centimeters long, and wisps of black mist rising from its body, the Deinonychus bear is unmistakably terrifying.

The forest was completely silent. The goblins didn't dare to breathe, and the usually reckless Red-Eyed was as quiet as a chicken next to Sharl.

Charles swallowed hard, his eyes fixed on the Devilclaw Bear as it walked toward Coulson's corpse.

He now finally understood why the adventurer party had been wiped out: the Eye of Confusion had put them in a state of disorientation, and then they were killed one by one, just like Scarface.

Goblins, when hunting, are always looking around, searching for food, and rarely have a chance to make eye contact with a Deinonychus.

Seeing the Deinonychus under the tree begin dragging Coulson's corpse as if no one else was around, Charles clenched his fists, forcing himself to overcome his fear.

He gritted his teeth and used all his strength to pull back the crossbow string. Sharl had already pulled the string twice in the previous battle, and now it was very difficult to pull back the crossbow arm with the strength of a goblin alone.

Click, the bowstring is in place, Sharl places the crossbow bolt, and aims at the Direclaw Bear.

He growled and pulled the trigger. "That's my spoils."

Bang! The crossbow bolt shot out and struck the dinosaur in the neck.

The sudden pain caused the Devilclaw Bear to fling Coulson's corpse away, then it stood up and roared repeatedly.

Looking at the two-meter-tall Deinonychus, Charles's palms were sweaty; he no longer had the strength to draw the bowstring.

The Deinonychus searched for its enemies in the clearing. It had already torn apart several corpses on the ground several times and even swept down several clumps of Bluethorn Grass.

After circling around a few times, it finally stopped barking and, panting heavily, quickly left.

After waiting quietly for a minute, Charles prepared to call his men down from the tree.

But suddenly a few images flashed through his mind. He had learned from watching videos of bears that they were very cunning animals.

When lions and tigers are released, they will run far away. Bears are different. After they run out of their cages, they will wander around the cages and may even attack them.

Thinking of this, he grabbed the red-eyed man's wooden stick and threw it down, hitting the scarred man's corpse with a loud thud.

A roar came as the Deinonychus charged out from behind the tree, tearing Scarface's corpse into pieces.

After venting its anger, it rummaged through the body parts to confirm that the target was truly dead, then raised its head and roared a few times, seemingly to demonstrate its authority.

Then it twitched its nose, picked up the scarred, mangled corpse, and quickly left.

Shire carefully observed his surroundings from the tree and waited a few more minutes. Only after confirming that there was no trace of the Deinonychus did he allow his men to slide down the rope one by one.

Once on the ground, he let out a long breath, and his tense nerves finally relaxed.

The crisis is finally over.

Charles quickly searched the one-eyed Grant and the fat Leo, but found nothing except a few gold coins and a bag of food seasonings.

Finally, he came to Coulson's body, which had been torn to pieces by the Devilclaw Bear.

"I shot that arrow for you just now, how are you going to repay me?" Charles muttered as he turned over the corpse.

After searching all over, all I found was a small bag, no bigger than the palm of my hand.

It was a waterproof, sealed bag. Xia shook the bag, and there was no sound inside.

"Empty?"

Charles opened the bag and took out a small stamp and a receipt.

"Deposit slip from the Fran Kingdom Chamber of Commerce Bank, deposit and withdrawal upon presentation of the seal."

"Depositor Coulson, amount..."

"357 gold coins".

"Wow, thanks for the big rocket gift, bro." Charles was overjoyed.

"I didn't know being a harvester could be so profitable. How many kills did you rack up?"

He then ordered his men to strip the three of their belongings off, intending to take them directly back to the cave. Among these belongings was the greatsword left behind by the two sisters.

After packing up, before leaving, Charles thought for a moment and ordered his men to dig a large pit and bury Coulson and his two companions, along with their dead men.

He also carved a few words on a piece of wood.

"Don't say I'm stingy, I've given you a proper burial and even erected tombstones."

Charles planted the wooden sign in front of the mound of earth, tapped it into the ground with a stick, and after confirming it was secure, he left with it in his hand.

As the sunlight streamed in, the chirping of birds filled the open space once again.

A small bird fluttered down onto the wooden sign. It tilted its head to look at the engravings on the sign, then raised its head and chirped.

The wooden plaque was engraved with:

I, Kou Sen, rest here in eternal sleep.

Adventurers of the past, please do not grieve for me.

If I were alive,

None of you will survive.

…………

Inside the underground cave.

"How is it? Do you feel anything?" Charles asked expectantly.

Duan Ya shook his head, indicating that he felt nothing.

"How could that be?" Sharmo stroked his chin, pondering the problem.

After the previous battle, he had three more alternative abilities.

[Available Abilities: God's Blessing, Basic Stamina x3, Charge, Sweep, Shadow Step]

[Charge: A single-target combat skill that allows the user to charge headlong into the enemy, ignoring minor damage during the charge. Attacks to the legs will interrupt the charge.]

[Sweep: A single-target combat skill that allows the user to swing their weapon, dealing damage to all enemies in front of them. It cannot sweep targets behind them.]

[Shadow Concealment: Single-target state, allows the individual to remain invisible within shadows. The area of ​​concealment is related to the size of the shadow; shadows that are too small cannot be entered or escaped. If the shadow disappears, the individual is trapped in darkness until death.]

Upon returning to the cave, he summoned Broken Tooth and directly bestowed the Shadow Concealment spell upon him, then waited for the other party to react, but unfortunately, there seemed to be no reaction.

"Why don't you take a few steps, just take a few steps whenever you feel like it," Charles suggested.

Broken Tooth paced back and forth under the leader's gaze, not understanding why he was doing this.

"Jump Jump".

Stomp your feet, stomp your feet hard.

"Can you feel it?"

"My legs are numb," Broken Tooth whispered.

"There's no reason for this. Here, go stand over there." Charles said from a dark corner, "Stand until you feel something."

Duan Ya didn't say anything, and obediently stood over there.

Charles crouched at the cave entrance, his eyes fixed intently on Broken Tooth as if he were watching a thief.

[Name: Broken Tooth]

[Race: Goblin]

[Danger Level: 0.9, Capable Waste]

[Personality: Timid]

[Ability: Shadow Concealment]

"It clearly worked!" Charles asked, puzzled.

Broken Tooth looked into the leader's eyes, and his whole body trembled slightly.

"Why are you shaking? I'm not going to eat you."

Duan Ya slowly looked away, his gaze shifting elsewhere, and his trembling stopped.

"How exactly do I trigger it?" Charles frowned in thought, but still had no clue.

"Leader, leader!" Bucktooth ran over shouting.

"Hmm, what's up?" Charles didn't turn his head, continuing to stare at the broken tooth.

"It's grown! It's grown!"

"What's growing?" Ciel didn't understand.

"Red Bull, Red Bull has grown!" the buck-toothed man said.

"Is that so? Let's go take a look." Charles got up and headed straight for the underground hall.

In the hall was a piece of fallen wood that he and his men had carried back earlier, with a cluster of mushrooms on it that were entirely yellow with red and blue spots, which was the "Red Bull Mushroom" that Charles had named.

A few lonely little shoots sprouted from the side of this cluster of red bull mushrooms.

"It really has grown," Charles said.

According to his survey of the locations where red bull mushrooms grow, dampness and shade are important factors, but it cannot be too damp, and temperature is also very important.

Although the cave was a bit damp, it was alright, and since there was no sunlight, we only needed to light a campfire in the center of the hall to keep the temperature warm in winter.

Xia Er was also puzzled that the underground of Nightmare Forest was not as damp as he had imagined. You know, in ordinary forest areas, you would find water after digging down a few meters, but here, even after digging down three or four meters, it was only a little damp.

"Tomorrow, have Bai Mao take some people to look for other Red Bull Mushrooms and transplant them."

"We need to cut down more different types of trees to see which flavor Red Bull prefers."

"This place isn't big enough; we need to organize our men to dig another chamber for drying mushrooms in the shade."

"This way, we won't have to worry about not having Red Bull to eat in winter."

Charles was delighted that his all-out effort to run like an ox and a horse could officially begin. He himself had been caught in the rain and was now ready to take a shower with his men.

Once the burrow is dug, the red bull mushrooms are dried in the shade, ground into powder, and can even be steeped in water to make a drink.

In that case, baby goblins born in winter can taste mushroom powder, "the first bite of a goblin's life starts with Red Bull."

After instructing Bucktooth to keep a close watch on the fallen log, Charles returned to the storeroom.

Upon entering the cave, they discovered that Broken Tooth was gone. "Broken Tooth, where is he?"

After calling out a few times, Charles heard two "coo-coo" sounds.

He looked in the direction of the sound and saw a lone goblin head staring at him from the corner.

"Holy crap, how come there's only a head left?"

Ciel squatted down beside Broken Tooth, patting the other's green head like he was patting a watermelon, and laughed, "Can you come out again?"

The broken tooth slowly emerged from the shadow until it was completely detached.

"How did you learn that?" Ciel circled the broken tooth, as if admiring a rare object.

"I don't know, I'm scared, that's it," Broken Tooth said.

"How does it feel?"

After thinking for a moment, Broken Tooth said, "Safe."

"Come on, demonstrate again," Charles said with a chuckle.

The broken tooth disappeared into the shadows before him as if it had sunk into a quagmire.

The two were having a great time playing together. Charles even made Broken Tooth disappear into the shadows like a diver, and then pop out again in a flash.

"That's good. Practice on your own some more." Charles explained the key points of the Shadow Technique to Broken Tooth and earnestly reminded him to be careful and to call him immediately if there were any problems.

Having sent Broken Tooth away, Sharl was full of confidence. He considered equipping Red Eye with basic stamina, charge, and sweep, and then finding a way to forge him a suit of armor, along with a human longsword, to make him the number one goblin baturu, who could charge and sweep directly when encountering enemies.

"This immediately trained two subordinates."

"If we kill the Deinonychus, I wonder what abilities we can get."

Charles rubbed his face, dismissing the unrealistic idea.

"Let's be realistic and go find the Red Bull Mushroom tomorrow."

…………

North.

In the cave closest to where the Shire is located.

"Reporting to the leader, no other hunting grounds have been found to the south," a goblin said.

"Take some men and go check it out tomorrow. If there are no other goblins, put up our hunting ground markers there," the chief said, holding a melon-sized fruit in his hand.

"What if we encounter other ethnic groups?"

"Kill them all."