Forests Don't Support Idle Goblins

The Qidong ethnic group.

The leader, his face flushed, sat beside the pot, eating while questioning his two subordinates.

"He initiated the challenge?"

"Yes, Chief," the goblin on the left answered first.

"How many goblins do they have?" Redface scooped up a piece of meat and held it in his hand.

The two goblins quickly counted on their fingers, but after a long time they still couldn't figure it out. The one on the right immediately sat down and started counting on its toes, and the goblin on the left immediately sat down as well.

After two minutes of counting, the person on the left stood up and said, "13."

Upon hearing this, the one on the right, before even standing up, shouted from the ground, "The leader is 15!"

"How many exactly?" the red-faced man asked in an unfriendly tone.

"Thirteen of them. A lot of them rushed over, and then one of them specifically attacked me," the left-hand man said first, then leaned forward to show the leader the injuries on his face.

"I was attacked by 10 goblins, Chief, look, I'm in a worse situation than him." He crawled forward a few steps on the right.

"If one attacks you, if ten attack you, how many are there exactly?" The red-faced man was full of questions. But a few seconds later, he threw the meat in his hand to the goblin on his right. He couldn't figure out exactly how many there were either, but he just thought the one on the right looked the most pitiful.

"What's their leader like?" The red-faced man scooped out another piece of meat.

"Short stature, no hair on his head," the person on the left immediately replied.

"He's very tall, carries a greatsword, and can take down several goblins when he charges into a crowd. He also mutters something when he asks questions," the person on the right immediately added.

"Huh?" The red-faced man was taken aback. "So, you encountered two different groups?"

"No, leader, they had us separated, and their leader is specifically targeting me," said the goblin on the left.

"No, the enemy leader is hitting me." The one on the right immediately followed.

Redface thought for a moment, then smiled and called the goblin on the left over. He slapped him across the face and threw the meat to the goblin on the right. "You dare to lie to me? Who has ever seen a dwarf become a leader?"

Then, ignoring his men, he fished an animal leg out of the pot. "What do they have?"

"There was a human short knife, very sharp, that stuck right into the ground," the goblin on the left said, covering its face.

"Yes..." The person on the right couldn't answer.

"And there's a really big sword," the one on the left continued, glancing smugly at the goblin next to him.

"Yes, yes..." the person on the right started to get anxious.

"Anything else?" The red-faced man slowly shook the leg meat in his hand.

"They also have..." The goblin on the left thought, his eyes gleaming.

"They also have 4 female goblins." The person on the right finally remembered.

"Four female goblins?" Redface straightened up immediately upon hearing this. His own group only had one female goblin, while the other party had four.

"There's another one that doesn't seem to be an adult yet," the goblin on the right added.

"Great, that's wonderful." The red-faced man tossed the leg meat to the goblin on his right, then wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth. "After lunch, we'll kill their leader, and then those four female goblins will be mine."

The goblin on the left watched his companion gnawing on a leg of meat with envy, when suddenly an idea struck him. He nodded and bowed, saying, "That's right, with the Boom Boom Fruit, the leader will definitely be able to defeat them."

The red-faced man smiled and beckoned him over, then slapped him again. "You've been eyeing my 'Guangguang Fruit' for a long time, haven't you?"

The goblin on the left was completely stunned. He felt something was wrong. Why was he beaten for answering first, and beaten for answering correctly, and beaten for flattering the leader?

He watched his companion tearing at his leg with envy and resentment.

The goblin on the right, while eating meat, said, "As long as the leader shouts with imposing force when we're hurling insults, the other side will be too afraid to make a move."

Before a goblin battle, the leaders of both sides will first exchange insults, usually stating that they are the leaders, how many people they have under their command, how many battles they have won, how powerful they are, and how weak the others are, and so on.

This serves two purposes: firstly, it prepares the troops, and secondly, it boosts the morale of one's own side while demoralizing the enemy.

"Hmm, well said, here's your reward." The red-faced man tossed over another piece of meat.

Then, he got up and strode out of the burrow, and the other goblins swarmed around him, starting to snatch the food from the pot.

After they had finished grabbing all the food, Red Face returned, carrying a large, bulging bag that looked like it was filled with a lot of things.

Seeing that his men had finished eating, he picked up a thigh bone from some unknown animal and commanded:

"Set off."

…………

The lush Nightmare Forest stretches to the horizon like a green sea.

This is a paradise for life, but also a battlefield for survival.

Birdsong could be heard constantly coming from the treetops in the forest.

A group of goblins lay listlessly in a forest clearing, dozing off.

"So, you're saying we'll have a duel here after dinner?" Redface kicked one of his goblin subordinates.

"Yes, Chief." The goblin hurriedly stood up.

"How long has it been?" The red-faced man was very angry. He felt that the other party was being unreasonable. You challenged me to a fight, and you were late, making me wait for so long.

Goblins have been late before, but they were always from groups that kept appointments; those who volunteered were rarely late.

"We must tear their leader to pieces later," the red-faced man said bitterly.

He felt that the other party must be scared, which was why he was late and didn't even dare to accept the challenge. He thought that someone so cowardly dared to challenge him.

If they don't come soon, he'll lead all his men to sweep through the area.

This time, he will not only gain a large hunting ground, but also expand his forces. The other side also has some decent weapons.

Oh, and those four female goblins, they're mine, mine, all mine.

The woman blushed and stuck out her tongue to lick her lips.

After waiting for a long time, just as the red-faced man was getting impatient, a rustling sound came from the opposite side, and a group of green goblins walked over from a distance.

The red-faced man shouted as he kicked his sleeping subordinates awake, ordering them to line up.

Seeing the number of people on the other side, he felt much more at ease.

There are only 8 goblins, not even enough to fill a pair of fingers.

Wait a minute, I'll start by hurling insults, making sure to exaggerate my fighting prowess.

He has so many subordinates that he can't even count them on two hands, and he's also said that he's won five duels—no, two more.

He also claimed that he had led a group to kill a large wild boar and chase away a leopard.

Then mock the other side for having too few people, saying they weren't enough to fight, and threaten them that if they dared to resist, they would all be killed.

This will definitely demoralize the enemy, and we're guaranteed to win. Those four female goblins will be mine too.

Having made up his mind, he stepped forward and said smugly:

"I am the leader of the Seven Caves tribe."

"I once..."

"Charge!" a short man on the other side roared, and his men charged forward.

The red-faced man stared in shock as the other person rushed towards him, frozen in place.

"You lack martial ethics."

…………

Nine Fingers hurriedly raised his wooden stick to meet his opponent.

He was slapped twice by the leader at noon. He really wanted to tell the leader that what he said was right, that he had really gathered intelligence, and that he was the leader's loyal subordinate.

Unfortunately, the red-faced leader didn't believe him.

Moreover, when the other goblins were fighting over the food, they would deliberately target him, pulling him away from the cauldron.

Nine Fingers is still feeling hungry and experiencing acid reflux.

Well, he figured that as long as he fought hard and defeated the enemy, the leader would definitely see his contribution, and then he would be able to eat more meat from the pot.

There aren't many goblins on the other side either, so I'm sure I can win this duel.

When the enemy arrived, he was kicked awake by the leader. He was still groggy, but in order not to affect the battle, Nine Fingers slapped himself hard across the face. Since morning, his face had been attacked continuously, and the cumulative pain instantly woke him up.

Seeing the enemy rushing towards them, Nine Fingers grabbed a wooden stick and went to meet them.

After a few sharp slaps, the two sides came together.

"Don't hit me, I'm from the Seven Caves Clan," the other person said.

Nine Fingers was immediately taken aback. "You're from our tribe?"

"Yeah, let's go beat up the others," the other person said, grinning with buck teeth.

Nine Fingers looked at the guy in front of her with a red band tied around his arm, a little confused. "Does our tribe have someone like that?"

But the fighting around him didn't give him time to think; he was hit on the back.

Nine Fingers turned to fight back, but the other party said, "I am from the Seven Caves Clan, go and fight someone else."

"Again, from our tribe?" Nine Fingers stood there, stunned.

Then, a goblin swung a wooden club at him; this goblin did not have a red ribbon.

The two exchanged a few quick blows when suddenly Nine Fingers realized the other looked familiar. He asked, "Are you from the Seven Caves Clan?"

The person on the other end was taken aback for a moment, then said, "That's me."

Then, they went to fight the goblins on the side.

Nine Fingers couldn't process it. We're all from the Seven Caves Clan, why are you hitting me?

He was then kicked to the ground and lay there, watching the chaotic battle unfold before him. Everyone was claiming to be from the Seven Caves Clan, and he couldn't tell them apart.

He was completely stunned as he watched several goblins charge toward their leader.

We are all from the Seven Caves tribe, why are you attacking our leader?

Is it...

The leader isn't from the Seven Caves tribe?

Thud, he got stepped on.

…………

Charles stared at the enemy leader who was surrounded.

Redface was so angry that his face turned really red. He held a melon-like fruit in each hand, ready to throw it at any moment.

Charles had planned a response beforehand.

This time, Charles first fed his men a full meal at noon, and even gave them double portions of Red Bull. Then he had Broken Tooth hide in the shadows and observe the other side.

He only appeared with his men after everyone on the other side had already lay down and started sleeping.

Goblins usually sleep right after lunch, so Sharl deliberately scheduled the battle for this time to put them in a difficult position.

It's like trying to stop people from taking a nap in a province known for its afternoon naps; there are only two possible outcomes: either they'll become listless or they'll become irritable.

Next, it's time to fish in troubled waters.

Sharl knew that given the goblins' pitiful memory abilities, they certainly couldn't remember the faces of everyone in their tribe.

Goblins are named according to their characteristics. Those with red eyes are called Red-Eyed, those with white hair are called White-Haired, and those with white hair are called Green-Egg, because they have no hair and their heads look like big eggs.

Although he always corrected him by calling him "handsome boy," the goblin couldn't remember.

The goblins in the tribe can only remember what the leader looks like, and what a few familiar ones look like; they can only guess at the rest.

Therefore, in each battle, whichever side escapes to the burrow first becomes the opposing tribe.

Charles had his men tie red ribbons around their arms, then quickly charged into the enemy ranks, shouting "I am from the Seven Caves Clan" during the battle. The enemy, caught off guard, had no time to think and could only choose to attack the goblins who didn't shout that.

The end result was complete chaos.

He then led three goblins to besiege the enemy leader and carry out his decapitation plan.

The red-faced guy on the other side threw a banging fruit. With a "bang," the fruit hit the shield and exploded. The hard shell and the seeds inside scattered like shrapnel.

Red-eyed man, holding a shield, was blasted back several steps.

"The effect is quite powerful, no weaker than ordinary firecrackers," Xia Er thought to himself.

At first, he considered making gunpowder weapons, but unfortunately, he couldn't get a lot of saltpeter in the forest. Saltpeter is one part carbon and three parts sulfur, so he could only burn some low-quality carbon at most.

Seeing the explosive effect of the Boom Fruit, Charles's eyes lit up. He had to take down the opponent. This fruit was too powerful. If everyone had a few Boom Fruits, he could organize his men to play grenadier.

"Red Eyes, how are you?" Ciel called out.

"What did you say?" Red Eyes shouted, holding up his shield.

Seeing his subordinate suffering from tinnitus due to the explosion, Ciel could only gesture for him to rush forward quickly.

He handed Coulson's shield to Red Eye so that he could quickly close the distance.

Seeing that the other party was making a move, the red-faced man immediately took out another "Guangguang Fruit" from the pocket on his back. This time he brought eight "Guangguang Fruits," enough to blow up his opponent.

"You have no sportsmanship! I've led my men to victory in five duels." He was so angry his nose was crooked. This time, he planned to throw both of them out at once and blow them up.

"I've chased away leopards and killed wild boars."

"You mere eight goblins dare to attack my tribe!" The red-faced goblin raised his arms behind his head and aimed at the bald dwarf behind him.

"You're courting death."

"I must..."

"Ugh—" The red-faced man screamed and lost his balance. Just as he was determined to finish his tirade, a figure emerged from the shadows behind him and stabbed him in the kidneys with two knives.

From the very beginning, Charles had Broken Tooth find a way to get close to the enemy leader, and finally, during a heated argument, Broken Tooth managed to slip into his shadow.

Now that the sneak attack had succeeded, Charles immediately raised his crossbow and aimed it at the red-faced man who was getting up.

With a snap, he pulled the trigger, and the arrow shot out, successfully hitting the nearby clattering fruit in the astonished, wide-eyed red-faced man's eyes.

"Boom" "Boom" "Boom".

Explosions rang out one after another, and when the smoke cleared, the red-faced man was lying motionless on the ground.

Ciel cautiously approached the other party, and after confirming that there were no more unexploded bang-bang fruits around, he pulled the broken tooth with ringing ears out of the shadow.

In this battle, both of his generals were somewhat injured, but the results were gratifying.

"Five challenges, huh? Killed a wild boar, huh? A mere eight men, huh?" Charles kicked the red-faced corpse a few times. "Weaklings."

"You think you're worthy to fight me?"

After saying that, Charles walked towards the still chaotic battle and loudly announced that the battle was over.

"I am your new leader."

For the first time ever, Red Eyes and Broken Tooth didn't agree. They were frantically picking at their ears, and could only see the leader speaking, but couldn't hear anything clearly.

The fighting goblins slowly stopped wielding their clubs, and Bucktooth led the other goblins to stand behind Sharl.

Eight goblins glared menacingly at the remaining forces of the Seven Caves tribe, numbering around 20 or so.

Soon, one of them came up to Charles.

Bowing one's head

Kneel down.

Touching the ankle.

Then he stood up and stood behind Ciel, glaring menacingly at his former companion.

Then came the second, the third...

Nine Fingers watched as all the goblins came up behind Sharl one after another, and could only sigh. He got up, came to Sharl, and touched his ankle.

"Huh?" Charles raised an eyebrow as he looked at Nine Fingers kneeling in front of him.

Name: Nine Fingers

[Race: Goblin]

[Danger Level: 0.8, Capable Waste]

[Personality: Loyalty]

He smiled slightly, remaining expressionless.

After all the goblins had completed the ankle-touching ritual, Sharl immediately brought up his character panel:

[Monument Material: Charles Mello]

Race: Goblin (Human)

[Hazard Level: 0.5, Waste]

[Number of subordinates: 32]

【personality:???】

[Self-Status: Advanced Shapeshifting Curse (Negative)]

[Title: Leader of a Vibrant Forest Group]

[Available Abilities: God's Blessing, Lust]

"Lustful?" Ciel was taken aback.

[Lust: In a solitary state, this can cause an individual to become obsessed with the attraction of the opposite sex and to be more inclined to engage in certain activities; excessive participation in such activities can be harmful to health.]

"That guy couldn't give me a special ability, so he gave me a habit instead," Xia Er said angrily.

"Honestly, who would use this? If you give it to your subordinates, wouldn't that encourage them to rebel against their superiors?"

"Let's keep it for now."

Then, he lowered his consciousness and came to the black obelisk in his mind space.

After the two irregular letters that were already activated and lit up, the third one also lit up.

Domain Will: You can view the status of the domain you control.

Charles's heart skipped a beat, and with a whoosh, a yellowed parchment map covered with black ink markings slowly unfurled before him.