Forests Don't Support Idle Goblins

If it weren't for the prince's previous behavior during his rest, Charles would have truly believed that this prince was someone deeply concerned about his people.

"You're saying they're marching south?" he asked, staring at the Naga opposite him.

“Yes,” Pazzani nodded. “At first, I came ashore from the Dallen River, intending to get a closer look at those goblins. We used to only capture them in battle, but you know…”

He pursed his lips, and the four long, fleshy whiskers around his mouth trembled with his movement. "Our two races don't speak the same language, and not long after, those goblins died."

"Did you discover the actions of the Quetzalcoatl Kingdom goblins while you were observing them?" Charles sat up straight. After hearing about the goblin kingdom's movements, he began to think about what impact it would have on his own people.

"Yes, I discovered that some of those goblins have broken away and are heading south." He raised his webbed hand and cracked his knuckles a few times. "The number is hard to count, but it's quite a lot. At first, I thought they were separating, which is common in some large tribes. Once the supply of resources in the surrounding area becomes problematic, the tribe will eventually disperse."

"But soon I realized something was wrong," Pazzani said seriously. "I carefully examined their movements and what they were carrying, and finally concluded that they were marching south."

Charles frowned, then asked, "Is it really a march?"

“I’m sure,” Pazzani nodded quickly. “I can still tell from the thousands of years of our Naga people’s travels, marches, and tribal migrations.”

"Marching..." Charles narrowed his eyes. In his previous memories, as the heir of Torch City, he had specifically learned about the races that lived in the sea, including the Naga. He knew that this race often migrated, and their history was often recorded along the coastline around the continent. This race was also known as the "ocean nomads," meaning that they lived like nomads, "following the water and grass."

However, he had also heard that the reason why these Naga migrated so frequently was mainly due to attacks by some high-level mages. He had previously heard that they had special knowledge of some magical drugs, which were coveted by human mages.

"If we march south, then my area might also be affected." Charles placed his hand on the table, his fingers tapping rhythmically. "I think Greenskin mentioned before that the goblins of the Feathered Serpent Kingdom won't leave that area on their own, unless they fail in the lottery and are driven out."

"But now it seems that things have changed." He pondered the problem, and then immediately thought of the whisper of the forest—"They have seen you."

"I see," Charles tapped the table lightly. "It wasn't just the demon lord who saw me; the feathered serpent god from the north probably noticed me too."

He turned to look at the ceiling in the corner. The troll Grass should be on the ground right now, helping its tribe with their work. The power of the [Blessing of the Evil God] was still on the troll. "When I was playing with this power before, I wondered if it would attract the attention of the evil god. Now it seems that this feathered serpent is quite good at hiding."

"However, you don't need to worry," Pazzani said, noticing the goblin opposite him pondering the news he had just brought. Judging from his actions, the goblin seemed somewhat undecided. "Their march is very slow, and they need to find food every day. Several times I was almost discovered by them. After that, I returned to the Dallen River and went straight to the riverbank to look for the Mother Tree."

"Based on my deduction, they shouldn't be able to get here that soon."

"Thank you for your information, Your Highness," Charles said calmly. He knew that the enemy's marching speed would not be fast. According to Greenskin, those goblins were still in the early stages of slavery, and some of their habits were still very primitive, which would greatly slow down their advance.

"I don't know what methods you have to deal with those goblins. After all, their strange leather clothing is very tough, and they can swim. There are also those petrified lizards. They seem very difficult to deal with." Pazzani sighed. His tribe had a deep understanding of the goblins of the Feathered Serpent Kingdom. Then he changed the subject and said, "However, since the will of nature has led me here, I think you should have some way to do it."

Charles thought for a moment, considering his current strength. To be honest, he wasn't very confident. After all, even the Goblin Evilthroat Army didn't dare to provoke the Feathered Serpent Kingdom, and he was a ruthless man who would force his subordinates to drink "Wrath Potion".

"I don't have any clue yet, but if they really attack, we will still fight back." Although Charles had his own thoughts, he remained very composed on the surface.

"Great!" Pazzani clenched his fist, and he happily took out the animal skin. Then his smiling "fish face" froze.

"What's wrong?" Charles looked at the other's appearance and thought mischievously, he didn't expect that a fish face could make all kinds of expressions, it looked so vivid.

"It's changed again." Pazzani's face immediately fell.

"What has changed?"

"My trial objective," Pazzani showed the animal hide to the goblin opposite him, "was initially just to find the Mother Tree. After that, the writing on it kept changing, and now it reads 'Defeat the invading enemy together with the goblin leader.'"

Charles raised an eyebrow and peered closely at the animal hide in front of him. A sentence was written on it in Common, the same one Pazzani had said.

"You mean the handwriting changes on its own?" he asked with great interest.

"Yes, as long as you accept the trial, these Water Scripts will automatically give you the next goal," Pazzani said, biting his lip.

"Water Ink?" Xia Er was curious about the name. "It sounds like a magical item."

"Yes, this is something unique to our Naga people. It is made by the elders to guide young Naga in completing their trials."

"If the goal isn't a trial, but something else, will this Water Ink still be effective?" Xia Er asked, leaning forward slightly.

"I don't know, but it only gives you the target. Whether you do it or not is your choice, but sometimes those targets involve huge risks." Pazzani took back the animal skin, folded it a few times in frustration, and stuffed it back into his pocket.

"That's quite interesting," Charles said, stroking his chin. "If we used it to write a new trial, for example..."

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