Forests Don't Support Idle Goblins

Driving away the giant lizards is no easy task. Those creatures don't like to roam around, and the Feathered Serpent Kingdom used to keep them around their habitats for guard and defense.

However, this time they needed to march south, so Baldy applied to the high priest to bring some with him.

Their method of controlling the petrified lizards is to light a special herb in front of them, called "lizard mint." This will cause the petrified lizards to approach on their own. As long as someone walks in front of the lizard, it will keep following along with its eight fleshy legs, huffing and puffing.

This is just a theoretical statement. After all, petrifying lizards have never been tamed, and they don't consider the goblins in front of them as good companions. It has happened before that when a lizard got impatient and petrified a goblin that was leading the way, it got too close.

Therefore, driving the petrified lizard forward is definitely not an easy or safe task.

After giving the order, Baldy casually tossed his head, completely ignoring the gloomy faces of the cave leaders. "What are you afraid of? I'm in command this time. As long as we kill those audacious goblins, it's none of my business whether you live or die."

He enjoyed the feeling of commanding with confidence on the battlefield and believed that he was born for this.

"A kingdom of goblins with 40 burrows, a bunch of wild goblins huddled together, barely getting enough to eat, and a giant lizard," Baldy said, stretching his shoulders and back. "The advantage is on my side."

"You guys," he pointed, "go and take a look ahead."

The goblins were all dressed in green outfits covered with large, round spots that looked like scales, but their "leather" suits were not scales and were rather soft.

They nodded calmly, then made no further movement. The snakeskin clothing on their backs began to flutter automatically, as if something was about to burst out of the clothing. Soon, with a "whoosh," a pair of red membranous wings emerged from the clothing. The goblins then stood on the ground and slowly flapped the membranous wings on their backs. After getting used to them, they flapped them vigorously a few times and then flew into the air, heading south.

"As expected of the power of the feathered serpent god." Baldy watched the goblins fly away. "As long as you wear its sloughed skin, anyone can fly and dive into the water."

"Come here, come here." Several shouts came from not far away. Baldy glanced over and saw that the cavemen he had just assigned were luring the petrified lizards in front of him. Each lizard was like a short, fat little mountain of flesh, more than 3 meters long, swaying its body and huffing and puffing as it moved forward. The goblins being lured in front of them looked terrified, as if they were afraid that they would turn into stone in the next second.

Baldy ignored the murderous glares from the goblins and strolled forward leisurely with his hands behind his back. "There seem to be traces of goblins living in this area. They must be the guys who were driven out. If we go a little further south, we should be able to find them."

"Speed ​​up!" he shouted, and then he saw a flying goblin land in front of him in the distance.

"We've discovered an abandoned village," the goblin reported.

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"They've already discovered the village where the centaurs lived?" Charles asked, frowning. Broken Tooth in front of him immediately nodded heavily several times.

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After learning from the Naga prince that the Feathered Serpent Kingdom had sent a team, he withdrew everyone from the runeword material warehouse, including Agatha, who was still fiddling with the Pure White Stone. Upon learning that there was a goblin kingdom that worshipped an evil god and that those goblins could fly, her interest in research immediately overshadowed the ancient runes.

In Agatha Christie's words, "He can fly, that's impressive!"

"Now those goblins should notice our presence," Charles nodded slightly. "Fortunately, we've been conducting drills against them for the past few days."

"Go back to the forest immediately and keep a close watch on their movements for the next few days," he solemnly instructed Broken Tooth. "Report to me immediately if you notice anything."

After watching his subordinates jog away, Charles summoned his domain map and stared intently at the centaur village. He calculated the distance from the centaur village to his fortress, "If I walk fast, I can probably get there in half a day."

"No, that's not entirely true," he recalled his previous rescue operation against the centaur tribe, considering the specific circumstances. "They have too many people, and they probably still have the old foraging habits. Plus, they have to drive away those petrified lizards, so their movement speed is definitely not as fast as our small team before."

"However, the enemy has flying units. If the centaur tribe raises smoke in this flat forest, they will be easily discovered."

"The battle will begin in the next few days." Charles clenched his fist tightly, feeling excited as he faced the Feathered Serpent God.

"Why hasn't Pazzani come back after he left? Wasn't he supposed to be doing some kind of adulthood trial? If he doesn't come back soon, will he be unable to become an adult after he finishes it?"

The thought of that Naga prince who always said, "I care about the safety of the Naga people, but no one can disturb my rest," made Sharl want to grab the four fleshy whiskers by his mouth and tie them into a knot. "It would be best if he tied them, then he would have to figure out how to complete the trial on his own, and then it would probably be none of my business."

Charles pursed his lips, preparing to leave the fortress and check on his men's training on the ground, when an unexpected figure ran over and blocked his way.

"Yes, yes," the white-haired girl gasped, trying to calm herself down, "I'm going to give birth."

"Give birth? What gave birth?" Charles was taken aback, then immediately raised an eyebrow. "You mean the female goblin of the tribe is about to give birth?"

Several female goblins in the tribe had become pregnant, and those cubs were the children of the goblin leaders he had defeated and killed. But Sharl didn't mind. After all, they were the future of the tribe, and no one's cubs could escape.

Now that a female goblin is finally about to give birth, "Are you all ready? Have you boiled water?" Charles asked anxiously.

This was the first time he had witnessed a new addition to the tribe. The white-haired creature in front of him nodded vigorously, then shook his head somewhat blankly and said, "I... don't know what to do."

Charles grinned. He knew that the white-haired goblin opposite him was not yet an adult among the goblins. Although he was appointed to lead the female goblin and be responsible for feeding the tribe, he had absolutely no experience in childbirth.

"Ask the adult female goblins," Charles said with a smile.

Then he saw Little John and a chubby bird walking towards him in the distance.