Forests Don't Support Idle Goblins

"A snake's shed skin?" Charles narrowed his eyes. "Could it be the shed skin of Quetzalcoatl?"

"I'm not sure, but I think so." Pazzani nodded.

If it's the molted skin of Quetzalcoatl, then it makes sense. Charles held his wine glass, pondering the situation of those goblins. "Qingpi said before that Quetzalcoatl could fly and probably even dive. Now it seems that those goblins must have been wearing clothes made of molted skin, thus temporarily gaining some of the god's abilities."

"And those petrified lizards were probably attracted by the power of the Feathered Serpent God and then tamed by the goblins." He put down the wine glass in his hand and then let his consciousness sink.

A towering black obelisk appeared before Xia Er, its strange letters representing "Mist Vision" already activated and lit up.

[Mist Peeping: 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.]

After defeating the Evil Throat Army, Charles had his men patrol the surrounding area tirelessly, searching for the scattered goblins. Thanks to the fact that it was winter and food was scarce, the goblins did not escape far. Within a few days, his men had exceeded 600, and after that, he could use this ability.

"It can only be used once a month," Charles pondered, considering a hint the Naga prince had casually mentioned earlier. "Well, this month is almost over, so I can use it now."

"See through the northern region." He reached out and touched the obelisk in front of him, and said aloud. Soon he sensed that the map of the domain in his consciousness had changed.

Charles pulled out the map, then frowned as he watched the ink spread across it. As the ink gradually stabilized, he could clearly see the detailed appearance of the large area adjacent to the former territory of the Evil Throat Army.

"It's huge," was the first impression. After all, according to Greenskin, there might be more than 5000 goblins living there. "This area seems to be larger than the territory I currently occupy."

"And there are many other remnant markers to explore," Charles glanced around and got a general idea of ​​what was going on. "The herb patches are very dense; sure enough, the deeper you go into the forest, the richer the resources become."

After scanning the map, he focused his attention on an area that looked like a building. This area was an irregular semicircle with a large area, and the northern part of the semicircle seemed to be adjacent to a waterway.

"This should be the territory of the Feathered Serpent Kingdom, and the waters to the north," Charles nodded, "are very likely Lake Dallen."

"It's such a large area; it seems impossible for goblins to build a city there." After thinking for a few seconds, he pulled his consciousness away, opened his eyes again, and looked at the Naga prince in front of him. "Your Highness, I would like to ask how your Naga clan built houses for themselves when they fled to Lake Darren."

"It was a migration, a migration," Pazzani swallowed his drink, emphasizing it in his tone, but then he added, "I heard from the elders that when our clan arrived at Lake Dallen, there seemed to already be some structures at the bottom of the lake."

"Does it already exist?" Charles asked again.

"Yes, that's right," Pazzani thought for a few seconds and then nodded affirmatively. "But those buildings were very dilapidated back then, as if they had been submerged at the bottom of the lake for a very long time. Our clan spent a lot of time and effort to repair and reuse them so that we could have a stable place to live."

"It's been a long time..." Charles muttered to himself. Recalling the shape of the Feathered Serpent Kingdom he had seen before, he deduced that it must have been an irregular, circular ancient city. "It might be the 'City of All Races' that those skeleton warriors were talking about."

"Since it was once the home of my men, then it is my home, no, it is my city," he said, tapping rhythmically on the table. "It seems it's time to reclaim this city, after all, it has been the inherent territory of my people since ancient times."

Charles narrowed his eyes, already imprinting his mark on that area. There was no way around it; as his men grew, the fortress was becoming insufficient. If he forced all his men to live in the fortress, they would inevitably seize the "Red Bull" planting area. Yunxia had already subtly mentioned this to him before.

"With so many people, there's not enough space," Charles thought to himself. He wanted to take over the Feathered Serpent Kingdom's base as soon as possible and then move a large number of his men there. Fortunately, the centaurs had already built their homes into a decent structure, and Evita probably wouldn't move to the "City of All Races" with him. "There's also a portal, and we need to leave people here to guard it."

"In that case, the entire underground fortress will be converted into a Red Bull production base to increase output. According to Mary, that old man Salmu specifically mentioned wanting to purchase Red Bull powder. In that case, in addition to the healing potions, there will be another important commodity to generate revenue."

"In that case, the entire underground fortress will be converted into a Red Bull production base to increase output. According to Mary, that old man Salmu specifically mentioned wanting to purchase Red Bull powder. In that case, in addition to the healing potions, there will be another important commodity to generate revenue."

"Your Highness," Charles said softly, "does your Naga clan wish to regain more Water Ink and potions?"

Upon hearing this, Pazzani immediately straightened up, his four fleshy whiskers even trembling. "That's definitely necessary, but..."

After a few seconds of pause, Pazzani shook his head. "Too difficult. It's almost impossible to obtain the materials."

"I think you can go back and ask the elders what materials are needed," Charles reached for the red wine on the table. He hadn't noticed it until now, and only then did he realize that while he was thinking, the Naga prince across from him had almost finished the bottle of wine. Charles then poured the remaining red wine for the other man with a slightly solicitous manner. "I have a road to the south."

"Although the risks are high, the profits are also very high. I think I can help your Naga tribe obtain some things they need."

Pazzani stared intently at the goblin opposite him, carefully considering his words. "You mean...?"

"Fortune favors the bold. If you trust me, we can cooperate. I will help you obtain those materials. After it's done, my clan also wants to acquire the Water Ink and the magic potions."

"I'll go back and talk to the elders," Pazzani said, unable to make up his mind, but he could only nod in agreement for now. "However, could you trade us some salt first? We really need it."

"No problem, you can take as many as you want." Charles waved his hand generously. "Then, regarding our common enemy, I think we can form an alliance..."

"Ding-ding, ding-ding," a bell rang, and Pazzani looked down, took out his pocket watch, and checked the time.

Then he stretched and yawned over Charles's twitching lips.

"It's time to leave work, let's talk about it tomorrow."