Forests Don't Support Idle Goblins

Ciel felt he could accept that goblins could run, jump, swim, and dive, and that after some training or education they could read and speak Common Tongue, but he simply couldn't accept that goblins could fly.

"Are you sure they're flying?" He stood up abruptly, his eyes fixed on the broken tooth in front of him.

The other person's only response was to nod, nod repeatedly.

"That's really fantastical," Charles said, stroking his chin as he considered the situation. His subordinate, who was standing in front of him, was covered in grime, with mud on his pants and his clothes torn in several places by the thorns in the forest, but he didn't look like he hadn't woken up yet. Not to mention, the binoculars hanging around his neck looked perfectly intact. "So that means it's not an illusion, it's really flying."

No wonder the Evilthroat Army dared not attack the Feathered Serpent Kingdom. Even though his slave soldiers drank the "Wrath Potion," they could only howl on the ground, while the enemy was flying in the sky. There were also those petrified lizards. The crazed slave soldiers rushed up, but before they even got close, they were all turned to stone by the petrifying gaze.

"This is a bit tricky." Charles clenched his fists a few times, then asked, "How far away are those guys?"

After thinking for a moment, Duan Ya made a famous hand gesture, "I ran for more than a day."

Charles glanced at the Naga prince beside him. If what he had said earlier was true, the goblins should still be several days away from getting close. "They are not familiar with this area, and their daily marching time is very limited. They also have to spend a lot of time replenishing their food. If they can march for half a day, they are considered very diligent."

For those goblins, diligence was simply a pipe dream. After a few seconds of silence, Sharl asked again, "They can all fly?"

He didn't know what kind of structure a goblin needed to have to fly, grow wings on its back, or use magic.

"Not many," Broken Tooth counted on his fingers, then prepared to sit on the ground to take off his shoes, but was stopped by Ciel.

"I understand. There won't be too many, maybe a few dozen at most." Charles waved his hand. "It's alright. If the number were too large, it would be troublesome. It seems we can still handle it for now."

Compared to the explosive development of "being able to fly", he was more concerned about the quantity. As long as it did not reach a certain scale, it was not a threat for the time being. After all, there were still centaurs around, and their arrows were not to be underestimated.

"We'll start retraining grass throwing tomorrow," Charles said, sitting back in his chair, his fingers tapping the table unconsciously. "If they fly too high, beyond the range of the arrows, then grass can help."

During the previous battle with the Storm Brotherhood, Sharl discovered that using trolls as humanoid throwing machines was a very powerful method. Cao Cao, who possessed the [Blessing of the Evil God], was tall, strong, and had a long reach. He often used games to train trolls. If they could hit a target in the distance, they would be rewarded with snacks. Cao Cao always had a lot of fun.

"Alright, I understand," Charles nodded slightly and instructed his subordinate, Broken Tooth, "Go and rest first, and remember to wash up."

He pointed to a few pieces of broken leaves on the broken tooth, showing that the guy had rushed back without paying attention to anything.

Watching his men leave, Charles turned to Pazzani and said, "Just as His Highness said, those goblins did indeed come for my people."

"Oh," Pazzani put down his glass, tilted his head slightly, "was it that subordinate who told you?"

"Yes." Charles nodded. He and Broken Tooth had been speaking in goblin language, which the Naga couldn't understand. Pazzani could only make out "waa waa, jiri gala" sounds. "And my men said the goblins are still some distance away. I think it'll be quite a while. The key thing is..."

He picked up the wine glass on the table; the goblin's hand was a little too big for it. He slowly swirled the wine and said calmly, "Some of those goblins can actually fly."

"They...can fly?" Pazzani was taken aback. He pursed his lips and tried to recall. "I'm sorry, but when we Naga fought them, we didn't discover that they could fly. It sounds unbelievable."

"It's nothing, after all, they can dive, and they're pretty good at it." Charles waved his hand, indicating that the news was nothing to be too shocked about.

Pazzani looked the goblin leader up and down, then said, "Now I realize my trial isn't so troublesome after all. You're so calm. I think even if those goblins can fly, it won't be a problem for you and your tribe."

Charles smiled slightly, saying mysteriously and confidently, "We can't say that, after all, the enemy's numbers are quite large, so we still need to be careful."

After all, if there aren't enough wyverns, a dragon rushing in is just asking for trouble. And Sharl really wanted to tell the Naga prince that if you've ever seen a crazed bear goblin, a self-destructing goblin carrying a basket of kuang guo on its back, or a zombie goblin that only knows how to charge and fight desperately, you won't be surprised that those goblins can fly anymore.

"Anything can happen in this great forest," Charles shrugged. "If one day a group of goblins told me they possessed a wealth of knowledge, I don't think I'd be surprised."

Pazzani's lips twitched, then he chuckled awkwardly. He didn't believe that any goblin could possess profound knowledge, except for the goblin in front of him, of course.

"You mentioned before that the goblins you killed that could dive were all wearing strange clothes?" Charles picked up his glass again and took a small sip. Since the enemy had already arrived, there was no point in worrying. Besides, he also coveted various items from the Naga race. Water Ink and magic potions were currently in short supply, so he could wait for the archipelago merchant to come and talk to him to see if he could order a batch at a high price. The Naga race were also skilled in fishing and aquaculture, and their large pearls could fetch a good price in the human market.

However, all of this is contingent on him leading his people to victory against the invading enemy and proving his strength to Pazzani.

"Hmm, it was a very strange garment, not particularly thick, and it seemed to be made of leather," Pazzani answered immediately this time without recalling, showing that they had been studying the goblins of the Feathered Serpent Kingdom for a long time. "Our clan elders said that it might be..."

"Snake molting".