Forests Don't Support Idle Goblins

A few days ago, Shire discovered the footprints of the Deinonychus around the slime settlement, and he knew then that the cunning creature had not let down its guard against him.

Little John also brought news that adventurers had begun searching for the Devilclaw Bear, but Shire felt it would rather come to him and open its heart.

In order to get the other party to "willingly" hand over the beast core, Xia Er led his men to dig all day yesterday, and only then did they manage to dig out this pit that was more than 3 meters deep.

He then had the white-haired man make a straw goblin, slept with it for a night, and dressed it in his own clothes to ensure that the scent would attract the Deinonychus.

Meanwhile, Bucktooth diligently cared for the slimes in the three glass tanks, ensuring they grew big enough.

This morning, Shire led his men to put two large slimes into the bottom of the trap pit, leaving one as a spare.

Next, use three thick tree trunks as support pillars, then lay coverings on them, place the dummy, and wait for the dinosaur.

Sure enough, the ferocious beast slowly followed the scent.

Moreover, it was lying in the bushes, hiding behind the trees, unaware that this time Charles had scattered his men, one person to each of the big trees, and whoever saw this black smoke-emitting creature would make a bird call.

When the "cooing" sound rang out, Shire successfully pinpointed the location of the Deinonychus, a feat inspired by the watchtower.

Finally, all the designs worked. The Deinonychus tore the dummy apart, the three supporting tree trunks broke under the weight, and the slime successfully made "close contact" with its target.

"Everyone down from the tree!" Charles shouted. He left only Broken Tooth, a goblin, on guard in the tree, while the rest of the goblins went to the edge of the pit.

The Deinonychus roared angrily, its loud voice startling the birds in the surrounding air, interspersed with hissing sounds of decay.

Charles ordered his men to prepare to pour in the third slime, but no one moved.

The roar of the Deinonychus silenced the goblins; their trembling legs and chattering teeth revealed their state of mind—fear.

Goblins often measure their combat strength by their height. Compared to human adventurers who are 1.89 meters tall, the Devilclaw Bear, which stands over 2.4 meters tall, is more frightening to them.

In previous encounters with the Deinonychus, the goblins would always run away immediately upon seeing it, without even a second thought.

But today gave him a sliver of comfort: none of his men immediately turned and fled, indicating that in addition to being well-fed and gaining weight, their confidence had also grown somewhat during these days of fighting and hunting.

But it wasn't much, just a tiny bit.

Red-eyed moved closer to Charles and stammered, "Chi-Chi-Leader, we're escaping, escaping."

Turning his head to glance at his subordinates who usually just charged straight ahead, Xia Er nodded slightly: Not bad, they knew to call me when they were running away. If it were ten days ago, they probably would have pushed me into a pit first before escaping.

However, we cannot escape now, we absolutely cannot escape.

This is a golden opportunity to rebuild the confidence of the goblin community. According to the simple thinking of goblins, if they can lead them to defeat the Devilclaw Bear, they will not be afraid when facing more powerful monsters or adventurers in the future, and they will charge towards them without hesitation.

He even felt that this was the first step in establishing the spirit of the goblin army, and that running away would ruin everything.

Charles kicked Red Eyes to the ground, then swept his gaze over all his men and shouted, "No one is allowed to leave! Anyone who dares to run away will be expelled from the tribe!"

The goblins around them looked at each other, and seeing that no one was going to lead the escape, they weighed the pros and cons and stood there, gripping their weapons tightly and trembling like leaves.

Seeing that his men were temporarily intimidated, Charles knew that he needed to stabilize morale. He said, "Don't be afraid, everyone. This guy can't climb up. Nobody go near the trap."

Although the sound of digging could be heard coming from inside the deep, straight pit, it would be difficult for a Deinonychus to jump out from the spot, given its jumping ability.

Furthermore, slimes are also corrupting the opponent's back leg; as long as the goblin doesn't get close to the trap entrance, even the Eye of Confusion is useless.

"Red Eyes," Charles called out.

"Chief, leader." Red-eyed man shakily got up from the ground and swung his bowed legs to Xia Er's side.

"Take two men and get spears, go over there and keep watch. If the Direclaw Bear shows its head, you two stab it." Charles pointed to the edge of the pit.

Red-eyed, limping, called over two goblins to stand in formation. The three spears swayed back and forth, none of them held firmly in their hands.

The corrosive white smoke filling the air and the roars of the Deinonychus made the surrounding goblins slightly restrain their fear; they knew their target was in a very bad situation.

But the digging sound grew even louder as the deinonychus tried to use its long claws to break through the earthen wall.

The opponent is, after all, a mid-level magical beast. If it breaks out of the trap, it might go berserk and slaughter the goblins present. As a result, the confidence that has been built up will be completely destroyed. At that time, the goblins will scatter, and Shar will definitely be chased and torn to pieces by the furious Direclaw Bear.

Therefore, we must not give the opponent a chance to turn the tide.

"You three, bring the glass tank over here," Charles ordered his men, while simultaneously pulling the bag containing the grenade fruit to his side.

Three goblins cautiously carried the glass jar to the edge of the pit. They only needed to pour the slime into the pit, but their fear caused them to push the jar into the pit.

As the third slime was poured in, the Deinonychus's screams grew even louder. It had gone berserk, and muffled thuds echoed from the pit. Sharl knew that the creature was slamming its body against the pit wall.

The goblins around them stopped trembling, and the red-eyed one even had a smile on his face as he tiptoed and peeked into the pit.

"Everyone, today's operation was a success. Everyone will receive something when we get back," Charles promised at the opportune moment.

"Hold the torches." He dared not rashly order the grenade to be thrown, fearing that the acid splashing from the explosion would collapse the pit walls; using torches was more economical.

A dozen or so goblins raised their burning torches, ready for battle.

The white smoke rising from the trap pit grew thicker and thicker, and the roars of the Deinonychus were completely replaced by wailing.

Charles kept a close eye on the trap entrance. If there was any danger of collapse, he would order his men to throw out torches. A dozen torches would surely inflict heavy damage on the Devilclaw Bear.

Even if it escapes, you can just follow it from a distance and wait for it to die from exhaustion.

The surrounding goblins were no longer silent; several of them were already squeaking excitedly.

Just as all the goblins were celebrating their victory, no one noticed that the white smoke in the air gradually gathered into a ball, and then slowly turned into a distorted human face.

"Who is it?" A woman's question stunned all the goblins present. They all looked up in astonishment at the sky. "Who killed my pet Deinonychus?"

Charles frowned as he stared at the white smoke that had transformed into a human face; he hadn't expected things to turn out this way.

"Goblins? You little brats, you've got some nerve." The distorted face swept over the goblins in the open space with disdain.

Then, she chanted a magic spell: "Mind Blast".

A visible vortex of air quickly spread outwards, and all the goblins except for Sharl collapsed to the ground clutching their heads in pain, groaning and howling.

He felt a burning sensation on his left thumb; it was the magic green glass ring he had received earlier, which he had wrapped with thread and was now wearing as a thumb ring.

Seeing his men screaming and fainting, he picked up a grenade.